After rebirth, I still experienced a mess

47 Prepare to change career

Yinmei, who had already turned to go out, stopped and said, "She didn't plagiarize. We shouldn't sing it again, not even the other one."

Jiao Xiao Ling Long was puzzled: "Why don't you let us sing? Who has the authority to do so?"

"She didn't write the song, why should I be afraid of her?"

"What's going on? Explain clearly before you leave."

Yinmei glared at them and said, "Listen to me or listen to you, people just want to laugh at us."

Guixiu walked to Xiaowei's bedside and said, "Xiaowei, go ahead."

Xiao Wei said calmly, "Anyone can sing, except those two. They still haven't paid me the tuition they owe me."

Jiao Xiao Ling Long was shocked: "You mean you made up this song."

"of course not."

"Then why do you forbid it?"

Xiao Wei didn't answer, Chun Xiao gritted his teeth and said, "You just want money. Tell me, how much do you want?"

"How many classes did you eavesdrop on? Do I need to tell you?"

"Okay. We'll give it to you."

The two took out all the money they had on them, and then saw that it was not enough: "Do you have any money on you? Let me borrow it first, and I will return it when I return to the dormitory."

Jiao Xiao Ling Long still didn't understand: "She didn't make it up, why give her money?"

Yinmei said angrily, "Stop talking nonsense. Will you lend it to me?"

Several people took out money. Yinmei counted it and threw it to Xiaowei: "Forty yuan, is that enough?"

Xiao Wei nodded: "That's right. That's really nice. I like dealing with nice people."

Chun Xiao gritted her teeth and said, "You are so cruel."

After everyone left, Guixiu and Biyu were still in the dark and asked Xiaowei in unison: "Do you know these two?"

Wen Yan rushed to say: "They have the same accent, they must be from the same place."

Xiao Wei glanced at her with disdain: "Classmate."

Gui Xiu was still puzzled: "No wonder. Could it be that you taught them the song?"

"Yes."

"Fuck. Xiao Wei, why didn't you tell me earlier? You made me worry for nothing. You don't even consider us as friends."

"No. I didn't tell them because I thought you were close to them. You and Biyu are both friends worth making friends with."

This sentence undoubtedly excludes Wen Yan.

Gui Xiu naturally understood the hidden meaning: "This matter can't be blamed on Wen Yan. She can't offend both sides, so of course she can't say anything."

Wen Yan was so quick to take advantage of the situation that she quickly apologized, "Biyu, I'm sorry. This was caused by me, and I'm sorry that you've been wronged, but I'm really having a hard time."

Biyu finally recovered from her shock and said, "I don't blame you for not knowing the truth of the matter."

Gui Xiu smiled and said, "It's mainly because we haven't been together for a long time, so it's normal that we don't know each other. However, I feel that Xiao Wei and those two don't get along very well, as if they have a grudge against each other."

Xiao Wei nodded: "There is a grudge."

Gui Xiu laughed: "Isn't it a love rival?"

"I caused them to break up with their lovers."

"Fuck, there is such a thing. Tell me quickly, what is going on."

"I can't tell."

Biyu said, "They are truly in love, and no one can destroy it. It's just that their feelings are not strong enough."

Xiao Wei replied: "Both."

Guixiu was dissatisfied: "You always talk like you're squeezing sheep shit. Can't you say a few more words?"

"It's too ridiculous. I don't want to talk about it. It's boring."

Biyu asked her a question that concerned her: "Who did you learn this song from?"

Xiao Wei remained calm: "I know the author."

"Ah. Aren't you from the countryside? How do you know such a master?"

Xiao Wei had no choice but to explain: "The author is my relative."

“How many songs did he compose?”

“I only know two or three.”

Gui Xiu asked: "Do you charge others for teaching?"

"Just the two of them."

"It seems that the hatred between you two is quite deep."

“It’s not shallow.”

Biyu asked, "Do you know the music?"

"I don't understand. I'll sing it for you and Biyu will fill in the music."

So, a few people did it all night long.

The next afternoon, Xiao Wei went to the Housing Management Office to get information. The person in charge took him to see three places, but Xiao Wei felt that none of them were suitable. The person in charge looked at Xiao Wei impatiently and said, "There is a three-room building, the price is about the same as the two-room building, do you want it?"

"Then go have a look."

The three old houses are sandwiched between a group of private houses. There is an independent courtyard and a gate. There is an independent well in the courtyard. The walls are connected to the houses on both sides. There are old furniture for daily use in the three main rooms. There is also a small kitchen on the west side with a small earthen stove for cooking. There is a small toilet next to the kitchen to the south, which can be connected to the sewer under the alley.

It is more convenient to go to the toilet without leaving the yard.

Xiao Wei smiled and said, "I can't afford such a nice house."

"It's not expensive, only three hundred yuan."

"No way? Is there something wrong with this house?"

The person in charge smiled and asked back: "Are you afraid of ghosts?"

Xiao Wei immediately understood: "Has anyone died in this house?"

The person in charge shook his head and said, "It has changed hands three times. Two newlywed couples and a father and son only lived here for a year or so before suddenly dying outside. They all say this house is unlucky."

"I am a materialist and don't believe in this."

"That's good. But you can't live alone. You have to find someone to live with. If something happens, we won't be able to explain to the school. We can charge a reasonable rent, but no more than five dollars a month."

"Okay. I'll find a classmate to live with."

"When registering, you also need to bring proof of your family status, which can be issued by the school archives office."

"no problem."

I returned to school happily, but Guixiu called me from a distance: "Where have you been? The music teacher is looking for you."

"What are you looking for me for?"

"It seems like you are going to look for your relative, the author."

"No need. My relative doesn't like to be disturbed."

We went to the teacher's office together. When the music teacher heard that the original creator didn't know how to write music, she didn't feel too surprised. She said, "A Bing didn't know how to write music either, but he still created such a good piece of music based on his intuition. Can you contact the author and ask if he allows us to spread the music?"

"No need. You can spread it anywhere. Besides, it has already spread among us."

"It's best to respect the author's wishes."

"That's really not necessary. I taught everything in our place."

"You really have the final say?"

"can."

"Then write me a certificate and you will be responsible for anything that happens."

"can."

Xiao Wei had no choice but to write a certificate as required by the music teacher, indicating that the author was Jiang Yingying and that Xiao Wei commissioned Biyu to fill in the score. She revised it two or three times and checked it several times before it was approved.

After it was done, the music teacher suggested calling Biyu to the music room to work with several teachers to compose the music.

Xiao Wei said, "I have something to do in the morning. If I don't have classes tomorrow afternoon, I'll go together."

Back in the dormitory, Biyu was still obsessed with the music score, humming while asking Xiaowei to proofread it.

Xiao Wei was both angry and amused: "Why don't you just study music instead?"

Biyu actually nodded: "Okay. I will go to the Academic Affairs Office tomorrow to apply to change my major."

Guixiu said, "I want to learn too."

Wen Yan said: "You need to take an exam to change your major."

Gui Xiu didn't care: "Then let's take the exam together. What if we can pass it?"

Xiao Wei suddenly had an idea. Studying music is much easier than studying history. There will be plenty of time to do personal things. Why didn't he think of it before?

Damn it. They are not art students, how could they possibly think of that?