A song about a southern girl made her ex-girlfriend cry on the judges' bench

When Fan Ying got home, he saw his father Fan Zhiguo sitting in the living room with a gloomy face and a guitar beside him.

"Did you buy it?"

Fan Ying thought about it and nodded.

"Who asked you to buy it?"

Fan Yingxin said it was the original owner, because the original owner had long known from Zhou Ningqing that the other party was going to enter the entertainment industry. In order to be with his girlfriend, he took the initiative to use the pocket money he had saved for half a year to buy a second-hand guitar.

17-year-old boys are always so passionate and always so whimsical.

Based on Fan Ying's understanding of the original owner, even if he spent all his time practicing guitar, he might not meet the standards for entering an entertainment company.

Maybe the original owner knew it in his heart, but he just didn't want to do nothing and watch his girlfriend drift further and further away from him!

Although he thought so, he still said:"I"

"Well, you are right now, right?"

Fan Zhiguo was furious, pointing at Fan Ying's nose and scolding:

"The college entrance examination is less than half a year away. If you don't do well, you will have to do manual labor like your parents and work for others for the rest of your life. Do you still have the time to play with this crap?"

"Do you think that now that you've grown up, I won't dare to beat you anymore?"

As Fan Zhiguo spoke, he had already pulled out the belt, but suddenly he stumbled. Fan

Ying was quick to reach out and hold him.

Fan Zhiguo's face was in pain, and he pointed to the drawer beside him:"Medicine, medicine."

Fan Ying quickly found the medicine in the drawer and quickly got a bowl of water. Only then did Fan Zhiguo's breathing stabilize.

"Old problem, heart disease, easy to relapse when excited."

Fan Zhiguo tried his best to calm down his emotions and said earnestly:

"My son, it’s not that dad doesn’t allow you to play the guitar. After you finish the college entrance examination, you can play it however you want. Go ahead and play it. Who doesn’t have a hobby?"

"But now the college entrance examination is coming soon, you must focus on studying and not be distracted. You must understand what is important and what is not! This is a life-long event!"

""Dad, I understand. Don't worry."

Fan Ying could only comfort him in a low voice. If he had a system, he could still be a little tougher, but he was just an ordinary time traveler without even a plug-in. What if the plagiarism method didn't work?

He decided to have a good grasp of both ends. On the one hand, he studied hard to review and strive to get into a good university, and on the other hand, he studied music arrangement and various musical instruments to see if he could find an opportunity to promote himself.

No matter how good a person's work is, it will be useless without publicity and traffic. On

Monday morning, he came to the classroom with his schoolbag on his back, and subconsciously glanced at Zhou Ningqing's seat and found it empty.

Zhou Ningqing transferred to another school.

All the classmates who had a good relationship with her were discussing why she transferred, only Fan Ying He knew clearly in his heart that she was trying to avoid him.

Zhou Ningqing was not a local, but because her father was doing business, she followed him to study in a high school in the north.

Now that she had left, she must have returned to Shanghai!

At this moment, they were almost two thousand kilometers apart, and Fan Ying understood that the distance between the two sides in their hearts was more than these two thousand kilometers.

But it was also good this way, he could devote himself to studying. Although he was already 28 years old, he had been working for so many years and had already returned all the high school knowledge to the teacher. If he did not hurry up to review, he might not even be able to catch up with the original owner's grades.

In such an intense and hard review, three months passed in a flash, and Fan Ying successfully passed all the subjects.

630 points, a very good score, one level higher than the original owner. If it was the original owner, it would probably be more than 100 points lower. On the day he checked the score, Fan Zhiguo smiled happily, and he dragged Fan Ying with him, and the two of them drank more than a dozen bottles of beer that day.

Fan Ying originally planned to apply for a school closer to home, but Fan Zhiguo felt that men should travel around, and university was a good opportunity to broaden their horizons. The economic development in the north has not been good in recent years, and only in the south can one get in touch with more new people and things.

Fan Ying couldn't persuade him, so he simply handed over all matters of the application to his father, and Fan Zhiguo didn't mind the trouble, and he could often be seen happily calling different friends.

Either asking about the scores of the other's children, or asking about What kind of school is good for the other party? Occasionally, you can see him hunching his back, tapping the keyboard one finger at a time, searching for relevant information on the Internet.

Fan Ying was not idle either. The vacation after graduating from high school was the longest in his student life, and it was just right for improving himself.

He carried his guitar and found a guitar class after asking around. As for the tuition, of course, he used the breakup fee.

It was also during this period that he found that although he had no system, he was very fast at learning music.

He could master the fingering that others needed to practice for a month in less than three days, and he could remember all the notes after listening to the score a few times that others could not memorize after months.

When the vacation was over, the guitar teacher patted him on the shoulder with tears in his eyes.

"Xiao Fan, there is nothing more that the teacher can teach you. You have mastered the guitar, classical guitar, and electric guitar."

"Thank you for your cultivation, teacher."

Fan Ying was very modest, even though from all aspects, his attainments in guitar have far surpassed those of his teacher.

"You are about to start school."

Fan Ying nodded.

"Wait a minute."

The teacher pushed the door open and walked into another room, taking out an electric guitar.

"You and I are a teacher and student, and I don’t have anything to give you, so just take this."

Fan Ying was startled and waved his hands repeatedly, saying,"Teacher, this won’t do!"

"Whatever you are asked to do, just take it. I have taught many students, and you are the most talented one."

"I dare to assert that whether you do it for a hobby or want to make it a career, you will definitely go a long way in music."

"The teacher is not giving it to you for nothing. You have to take a photo with me and I will hang it on the wall!"

The teacher raised his chin. Fan Ying followed the teacher's gaze and noticed the wall he was talking about.

There were many photos on the wall, all of which were photos of the teacher and some well-known people in the industry. This not only symbolized his past experience, but also served as a strong sales pitch for him to convince parents to send their children to learn guitar.

He still remembered the day he first came, there were several other parents accompanying their children, and the teacher pointed at this wall and talked endlessly

"This is Hu Wentao, one of the best guitarists in our country."

"That, that is Zhao Lai, I performed on the same stage with him when I was young."

In addition to the teacher's self-introduction, careful parents can also find some familiar faces, such as program hosts, crosstalk masters, and many singers, all of whom are well-known figures. The fact that the teacher wants to hang his photo on the wall is enough to show that in the teacher's mind, his status is infinitely close to theirs, or even equal.

Fan Ying finally couldn't refuse and watched the teacher happily put his photo on the wall. He then went home with the electric guitar, speakers, effects, guitar strings, capos, picks and other accessories given by the teacher. Although he didn't know the specific value of these things, he always felt that it exceeded the tuition fees he had paid in the past few months.......