Years of love

The band was Gu Fan's original intention, and the name of the band naturally retained Gu Fan's original wish, and it was very catchy and cool to pronounce.

Gu Fan recited thief countless times that night, and wrote the five letters with a marker pen and white paper and pasted them on the wall.

"Try to play the ensemble tomorrow." Gu Fan naturally assumed the role of captain, and the other three automatically agreed: "We will only perform but not sing in this art festival. Everyone will solo for a while and then we will write the score ourselves."

"You guys write me last." After brushing his teeth, Yan Qi felt that his stomach was so dry that he didn't want to drink Coke and had to brush his teeth again, so he took out a cucumber from the refrigerator, washed it, and took a bite.

"The last one was the most difficult to write. I couldn't be original at all and had to follow other people's melody." Xie Yi said.

"No problem." Yan Qi raised his eyebrows.

"Yin Chen wrote the guitar part first, and then Xie Yi." Gu Fan used a pencil to draw on the staff book: "That's it, we'll start work tomorrow."

Yan Qi raised his fists together with everyone, and the cell phone next to the pillow rang.

He took a look in front of his eyes, immediately sat up straight with a cucumber in his mouth, pulled out the slippers under the bed with his feet, and put them on. For some reason, he gave them a guilty look, and hurried to the top floor.

There are only two rattan chairs and a simple small coffee table on the top floor of Gu Fan’s “villa”. On the small coffee table is an old fan, which may belong to Gu Fan’s grandma.Next to it were two long racks for drying clothes, on which were the underwear that Gu Fan had just washed and given to him to dry.

"Brother." Yan Qi stood in front of the rattan chair and did not sit down, his eyes looked at the open scenery around him, and his ears were filled with the cicadas and frogs.

"What are you doing?" Zhou Luo's voice was very tired, he should have just got off the plane.

"I'm thinking of you." Yan Qi replied.

Zhou Luo laughed twice: "Are you home alone?"

"You're not here, I don't have a home." Yan Qi put a cigarette in his mouth: "I'm staying with Gu Fan until you come back."

Zhou Luo paused for a while, listening to the sound on the phone, it should be that he was picking up his luggage, Yan Qi waited for a while before hearing him continue: "I'll be back soon."

"I'm fine." Yan Qi took a deep breath and frowned, "I can do whatever."

"I want to go back quickly." Zhou Luo smiled: "I'll tell you when I'm done."

"Okay." Yan Qi patted his leg. There were trees all around, and mosquitoes were flying all over the sky. At this moment, he was donating blood heroically for love: "Did you ever think about coming back when you went abroad?"

"No." Zhou Luo said with a smile.

"I've delayed you." Yan Qi patted his ankle again.

"What's the sound over there?" Zhou Luo asked.

"There are mosquitoes." Yan Qi rubbed the bitten place, and a red envelope swelled up on his skin at a speed visible to the naked eye.

"Go back to the house and sleep, it's quite late there." Zhou Luo said worriedly.

"En." Yan Qi nodded, although he didn't know why he nodded, and Zhou Luo couldn't see it either.

The longing in his heart was getting stronger, and he couldn't help calling out: "Brother."

"Huh?" Zhou Luo responded immediately.

"Let's talk about something else." Yan Qi stopped caring about the mosquitoes, stopped his hands to remove the cigarette from his mouth, and listened to his own heartbeat seriously: "I don't want to hang up."

"I miss you too." Zhou Luo said, "Go to sleep."

Yan Qi's heart seemed to be pinched hard by someone, he took a breath before barely suppressing his emotions, and said "good night" in a steady tone.

After hanging up the phone, he squatted down and lit his cigarette, staring blankly at the dark night.

After smoking a cigarette, there was no intention of getting up.

"I wanted to ask you a long time ago." A voice rang behind Yan Qi, Yan Qi was not surprised when he heard it, and looked back at Xie Yi and smiled.

"You to your brother..." Xie Yi didn't continue to ask.

"En." Yan Qi responded naturally.

Xie Yi took a deep breath and exhaled with some difficulty: "I really... didn't expect that."

"Is there anything I didn't expect." Yan Qi turned around and continued to look into the distance, his eyes adapted to the darkness, and he could already see clearly the winding path hidden in the deepest part of the night.

"Does your brother know?" Xie Yi felt a little blocked in his heart.

"I know." Yan Qi smiled: "It's just my unrequited love."

Xie Yi didn't say anything more, the two of them didn't bother each other, they stood and squatted for a while, Xie Yi said: "It's getting late, go back to sleep."

"Thank you." Yan Qi called him to stop.

Xie Yi was still waiting for his next sentence, but Yan Qi didn't say anything more.

"Don't worry." Xie Yi understood what he meant: "This is your private matter, and it has nothing to do with anyone."

"Thank you." Yan Qi waved his hand at him: "I'll go down later."

Not long after Xie came down, he heard a "bang" on the top floor door, and Yan Qi ran down from upstairs.

Yin Chen saw that there were at least a dozen big red bags all over his body, so he hurriedly took out the mosquitoes he carried with him and rushed over to him, pinning him on the bed, and Xie Yi or two hurriedly applied medicine to him .

Gu Fan beside him fell into a sleepless sleep.

In the early morning of the next day, Yan Qi didn't know whether he was woken up by the itching or the wake-up, probably the latter, because the swelling on his body had almost disappeared.

The guitar sounds the most times, intermittently out of tune, probably because Yin Chen is writing the ensemble part.

Gu Fan played a few low-pitched bass sounds, and the empty floor had a little echo effect, which sounded very impressive.

What makes people feel most comfortable is Xie Yila's violin piece, easily surpassing Xie Yi, the most advanced amateur player, obviously very promising, and there is a lot of room for him to continue to a higher level.But in his words, it means sacrificing the ego to make everyone better, so for the mature Xie Yi, his sacrifice can be considered as a change to make himself better.

The three people downstairs were engrossed in training, and no one noticed that an old lady walked into the house with four big boxes of lunch and put them away on the second floor, and then walked out of the house. Yan Qi also came out after going to the toilet After staring at the lunch box on the dining table for a long time, he called out to Gu Fan.

"My grandma." Gu Fan lay down on the bed panting with Beth on his back, caressing his baby and said, "She is like the hidden hero in martial arts novels, coming and going without a trace, every time I live There is always something to eat as soon as you open your eyes.”

"It smells really good." Yan Qi opened one of the boxes and put it on the small table in front of Gu Fan: "I'll go down and practice for a while."

Xie Yi also ran upstairs smelling the smell of rice, only Yin Chen and Yan Qi were left downstairs.

Yan Qi looked at the thin Yin Chen holding the guitar that didn't fit him and smiled: "I just want to hug you for a while, I'm afraid you will be crushed by the guitar."

"Not at all." Yin Chen was a little embarrassed by what he said.

"I heard you played pretty well just now." Yan Qi pulled the cover off the drum kit, took out the sticks from the long leather case, played with them twice, and tapped the drum once: "The arrangement is also good." Good to hear."

"What the teacher taught, I haven't learned it seriously." Yin Chen said.

"I've never heard you mention anyone else." Yan Qi tapped his cymbal again, "I heard you mention teacher several times."

"A person who is very important to me, but he is hiding now." Yin Chen was obviously disappointed after saying this: "I can't find him."

"Why are you hiding?" Yan Qi asked.

Yin Chen didn't speak, his expression turned from disappointed to sad again.

Yan Qi looked at him, paused, and then changed the subject: "Little skinny man, your writing is so good, I compose the music, you compose the lyrics, how about a challenge?"

Yin Chen laughed when he heard this: "Okay, is the arrangement just drums and guitar?"

"No." Yan Qi raised the corner of his mouth: "Just the guitar."

"Damn it! There's drama and drama!" Gu Fan slapped his thighs and sat down on the chair next to him: "This time I played it, my blood boils!"

"I have a little bit too." Xie Yi wiped the sweat from his forehead: "I never thought my brother's violin would have such an experience."

"Let's record a video for your brother." Gu Fan said excitedly, "Let your brother give us pointers."

Xie Yi ran over and patted him heavily on the shoulder: "It's too steady brother."

Gu Fan didn't feel any pain, he raised his legs and picked up the music score as a fan happily fanning: "I'll do it again when I'm ready."

After recording the video, Xie Yi sent a copy to the group, Yan Qi thought about it, and sent the video to Zhou Luo.

Zhou Luo quickly responded with a look of surprise and applause.

Yan Qi stared at these two expressions and smiled, and just as he was about to put it back in his pocket, Zhou Luo called.

"What's wrong?" Yan Qi ran to a deserted place on the second floor and answered the phone.

"When's the show?" Zhou Luo asked. Someone on the phone was babbling in English. Although it sounded lame and the pronunciation wasn't standard, the conversation was very fluent. If you listened carefully, it seemed to be Zhou Xun.

"The plan is to hold an art festival in November this year. I don't know if it will be selected yet," Yan Qi said.

"I'm sure." Zhou Luo said with a smile, "I don't know if my brother will still be available after he became famous in World War I."

"Brother." Yan Qi was amused by him: "My schedule depends on you."

Zhou Luo's depressed mood suppressed by work finally became clearer: "Next year's annual meeting of the publishing house, bring your little friends with you."

Yan Qi's eyes lit up: "Is it okay?"

"Of course." Zhou Luo said, "I'll arrange a banquet hall that can accommodate more than 100 people. It depends on what programs they want to present. You are the special guests."

"Don't laugh at me." Yan Qi was a little shy and touched his nose unconsciously.

"No joke." Zhou Luo said, "I'm eager to watch the live version."

A week is faster than Yan Qi imagined. I don't know if it's because my friends are by my side, or because I want to see Zhou Luo urgently, or maybe both. When I see Gu Fan's big brother next door When he drove the minivan to the gate of the secret base to play musical instruments, Yan Qi suddenly became a little nervous.

Although Zhou Luo hadn't told him when he would come back, but because he was looking forward to it too much, he was afraid that it would be awkward if they really met soon.

Too useless.

Yan Qi didn't feel anything when passing through that bumpy section of the road, his mind was in a mess, and Yin Chen next to him fell asleep on the thick cushion, and Xie Yi was the only one left in the back seat, who was lying in the back row I fell asleep all the way.

The truck stopped at the gate of No. 300 Middle School. Brother Hu helped Yan Qi move the drum kit back to the rehearsal hall. Xie Yi took out another [-] yuan and wanted to stuff it into someone's hand, but the elder brother next door refused to accept it.

"Take it." Xie Yi said, "I will trouble you to send Yin Chen and me home separately, it should be."

The heroic Brother Hu said a few words with an accent, but none of the three of them understood. They just saw that he took the money shyly, folded it and put it in his trouser pocket.

Yan Qi stayed in the rehearsal hall alone for a while, staring at the growing and lush trees outside the window, and began to stare blankly.This tree was only as thick as an arm when Yan Qi first entered No. [-] Middle School, but now it is so strong that he can hardly hug its waist by himself.

What are you thinking about?Yan Qi sighed.

go home.

So he picked up his schoolbag, put it on his shoulder, checked the cover of the drum kit, and locked the door behind his back.

It is indeed a bit far to walk home from school. Although the gate of the school is not so strict during the holidays, Yan Qi is still used to turning over the back wall. It is gratifying that the familiar little yellow car was not ridden by anyone. Walk.

Yan Qi scanned the code to unlock it, put his schoolbag in the basket, and rode home slowly.

When he walked into the building, Yan Qi's nervousness began to stir in his heart again, and he suddenly had an expectation that made him itch.

Could Zhou Luo have come back?

After thinking about it, he laughed at himself for a long time. He really admired himself for being too hypocritical. The elevator door was about to close before he hurried in and pressed down to the fourth floor.

When he saw the gate of his house, Yan Qi's heart rose in his throat.

It is not a good thing to have expectations, because you will be disappointed.

But if you have expectations, if they can be realized, it will be more deterrent than accepting sudden surprises without expectations.

So after Yan Qi opened the door, he was stunned for 3 minutes.

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