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In fact, Chen Tingbai didn't play drums since he was a child, because his mother was a language teacher. Chen Tingbai's enlightenment education since he was a child was all about poetry, and there were not many music-related things, let alone rock music.

When Chen Tingbai was seven years old, the teacher of Chen Tingbai's Children's Palace told Chen Tingbai's parents seriously that this child must be a good material for learning calligraphy and must be cultivated well.Since then, Teacher Lu has been training him professionally. When he was ten years old, he stopped learning calligraphy in the Children's Palace. Instead, he found a good calligraphy teacher to teach him one-on-one.

I started to participate in competitions. At the beginning, it was just a small competition like the art festival in the school. It was in the districts, cities, and all the way to the provincial level.

Just like what the teacher in the Children's Palace said back then, Chen Tingbai is a good material, a gifted kid, and he didn't waste his talent, he is running forward bravely to a higher node in the world of calligraphy.

It's just that I'm still a child, and I always have something I like more in my heart, and my desire to try excitement never stops.

In terms of personality, Chen Tingbai is not a child who can sit down steadily. He actually plays, and he can be regarded as the crazy one.

But by coincidence, there was a piano store near the teacher's house. Every time Chen Tingbai passed by that piano store, he would be attracted by the children of the same age who were playing drums inside.

Practicing calligraphy requires calming down, but every time he practices calligraphy at home, he plays restless music on his Walkman. He likes things with a strong sense of rhythm. The more restless he is, the more he can calm down.

Finally, when he won a gold medal in the National Youth Calligraphy Competition, he plucked up the courage to propose to Teacher Lu that he wanted to learn to play drums.

I didn't expect that this fight would give him a name for himself.

Just after entering university, Chen Tingbai wanted to form a band. He originally wanted to ask some music department, but he didn't expect the music department to look down on him and think he was half-baked.

In a fit of rage, Mr. Chen Tingbai found a few students who were also from the calligraphy school and one from another school, and the band was formed like this.

When they first started forming a band, they didn't even have a name, and the only place they could go to practice was that small bar near the Art Institute.

Later, their reputation gradually spread, and more and more people watched their performances. When they were in their sophomore year, they were invited to participate in the Music Festival for College Students.

When the staff asked them the name of the band, a few of them remembered that their so-called half-baked band didn't even have a name.

In the sweltering heat of summer, a few teenagers sat by the river and drank soda. They thought about names, Chinese and foreign languages, and thought a lot.

Suddenly Lu Heng remembered that he still had homework due tomorrow, so he had to hurry back to the dormitory.Chen Ting Bai had an idea, and said casually: "Call it nonsense, pick up the pen when you are busy, and make nonsense when you are free."

The wind on the river blew on Chen Tingbai's face, and the broken hair on his forehead was blown into his eyes. He narrowed his eyes and took a sip of Coke.

After returning to the dormitory, he laid out a pen and paper, waved his hand on the paper, and wrote the word nonsense, so far the name of the band was finally decided.

The 20-year-old Chen Tingbai has a big heart. In the whole courtyard, there are not many people who practice wild grass, and he is one of them. He is the only one who writes wild grass well.

He wantonly scatter his arrogance and talent around him, he writes when he is busy, and makes nonsense when he is free. Both writing and nonsense are expressing his inner world to the world.

Teacher Lu once worried that he would neglect calligraphy because of playing drums and band. He smiled and coaxed Teacher Lu that calligraphy is a profession and band is a hobby.

After graduating from university, he won the gold medal in the most influential calligraphy competition in the country. In that competition, he was the only one with a gold medal. He made an exception to join the Calligraphers Association. At the age of 24, he is really talented.

On the day of receiving the award, Chen Tingbai did not go out to celebrate with his friends, but went home.She smiled and asked Teacher Lu: "Let me tell you, are you just worrying about it?"

Teacher Lu received the trophy and certificate, his hands were shaking with excitement, and he responded to Chen Tingbai and said, "Yes, yes, mother has overthought. My son is very talented, so I have to worry about it."

Chen Tingbai gave Mr. Lu a big hug, and said in a low voice, "Mom, thank you. In fact, where do you get so many talents, you have been cultivating them all the time."

After listening to Mr. Lu, he felt infinite emotion in his heart.

But he and his own son are not the kind of hypocritical people. They just patted their son on the back and said loudly: "You thank me, so you quickly cut off your blue hair. Whoever dyes your hair like a calligrapher? What kind!"

Chen Tingbai smiled and ran away, he didn't want it, who said calligraphers are not allowed to dye their hair blue?

An accident happened later, and he was lying on the hospital bed unable to move. His blue hair, which was dyed before the accident, slowly faded and turned into a haggard green. Teacher Lu and the nurse couldn't help him take care of it, and his long hair was also tangled. .

He offered to shave him.

On the day when his hair was shaved clean, his friends who had fun with him came to see him. His hair was shaved a little bit, and he was lying on the bed with a pale face.

Chen Tingbai turned his head and saw his friend standing at the door of the ward. Chen Tingbai was still wearing an oxygen tube on his nose, and some medical equipment tubes were still attached to his upper body. He struggled to smile.

A few friends were about to get closer, but Chen Tingbai suddenly convulsed and his whole body twitched.

The legs under the quilt were like two giant flesh worms trying to break through the ground.Chen Tingbai's expression also became painful and ferocious. This was one of the few pains he could feel. This kind of pain seemed to be pulling his whole body, and together with the wound that he didn't know how to heal, It hurts like hell.

In fact, this is just his own fantasy. The body of the newly paralyzed person has not shrunk, let alone deformed.In the eyes of others, he just seemed to have a cramp.

It's just that the incontinence is real. Teacher Lu didn't care so much when he was convulsing, and bent down to press his leg firmly.

In a daze, he saw the guitarist took a step back, and the other members stopped their steps to move forward.There was also an unpleasant smell in the air.Teacher Lu felt the warmth that Chen Tingbai didn't feel.But this smell, he really smelled it.

Chen Tingbai and they all knew that Chen Tingbai lying on the bed, although he was still Chen Tingbai, was no longer Chen Tingbai.

After being discharged from the hospital, Chen Tingbai bought a new mobile phone and got a replacement SIM card. The first thing he did was to open the social software and delete the contact information of several friends.

Later, when Chen Tingbai was able to sit up in the wheelchair, he came to the study room, reached for the drumstick placed high with difficulty, and then slammed it on the table.

The drum stick broke and the glass on the table top shattered.

So far the nonsense is gone.

The boy who played the drums and twirled the sticks at his fingertips no longer existed.

After so many years, Chen Tingbai kept his hair not too long in order to make it easier for others to take care of him, and because he was comfortable, he would never wear that style of clothes again.

The only thing that will not change is that he still listens to restless music, which is the only evidence that he thinks he is still Chen Tingbai.

This time, asking Xu Shaohua to go to the concert together was an idea that came out of his mouth. After he came back, he also felt that he was going crazy.

But when he woke up the next day, he still wanted to go to the concert with Xu Shaohua.

He has been competing with himself for many years, and he feels that his life seems to be inexplicably missing many years, and he has suddenly reached an age where he can't be crazy.

But the wish he made when he was young, has been scratching his heart and reminding him that this is his last chance, so let's take it as a reconciliation with himself.

It's just that this wish is too difficult to come true. He didn't expect that one day there would be a scalper in his WeChat address book, and it turned out to be for buying two concert tickets.