crush again

32.

In the same early summer, in another time and space, the May Music Festival is about to kick off.

University A has always had a lot of cultural and entertainment activities. The music festival is not the largest and most praised, but the participation rate often tops the list.At this time of year, not only other campuses will come to the central campus, but also people from other schools in the university city will come to watch.

Huo Yang had to perform on stage, and was also the secretary of the student union. He was busy doing chores at the rehearsal and at the same time, so busy that he never touched the ground. For a whole month, he ate almost every meal by his watch. A beautiful girl with long breasts and long legs, but a muscular man holding a stereo with one hand - there are few boys in the literature and art department, so he is really dreaming about how to pull strong men.

One day, Ye Lang was wearing his Audio-Technica earphones and was concentrating on reading when he was suddenly hugged on his thigh.

He lowered his head and saw the back of his head on his knee.

...That is the back of the head that exudes such an aura of despair.

Ye Lang didn't take it seriously, and casually flicked his sloppy hairstyle, "Go away, good boy."

Huo Yang raised his head, his eyes were bloodshot, "You...you are at the textbook level."

"How can I save it?" Ye Lang turned on his phone and changed a song, "I can go as far as the Cretaceous period when I sing out of tune, and mammals will degenerate into trilobites after listening to it."

"Who cares about your talent, we only want your face." Huo Yang said, suddenly caught a glimpse of his mobile phone screen from the corner of his eye, leaned forward excitedly, "Wait!"

Ye Lang reacted quickly, the hand holding the phone immediately moved back half a foot, just avoiding his Nine Yin White Bone Claw, narrowing his eyes, "What are you doing?"

Huo Yang pointed at his mobile phone, "What are you listening to?"

"Vivaldi, Concerto No. [-] in A minor," Ye Lang glanced at the phone again, "Largo, Cantonese."

"Do you understand music theory?"

"Just enough to see the title of the song. What's the problem?"

Huo Yang pounced violently, doing a sea lion pounce on the beach, and hugged Ye Lang's waist, "Dad! The country needs talents like you!"

"What's wrong with you?" Ye Lang couldn't dodge this time, so he tried to pull Huo Yang's claws off with his other hand, but he didn't move for a long time.Huo Yang firmly suppressed his hand, and tried to persuade in the chaotic interval: "This year's classical orchestra is not full, and the classic songs from previous years can't be played with the chorus. We have to find new songs! Classical music?...You have really strong hands."

"You let go first!"

"Don't let it go!" Huo Yang tore his face, "I won't let it go even if I die!"

Ye Lang was forced from the edge of the bed to the wall by him, and he was almost crushed to death. He struggled for a long time, but he couldn't lift the top of the mountain, "... just looking for the song?"

"Only tunes! They rehearse their own!"

He gave up struggling, looked up at the top of the bed, and sighed deeply, "Oh, all right."

The person on the body immediately raised his head, "You agreed?"

Ye Lang angrily pushed his shoulder hard, "Get off me."

Huo Yang was elated.He is addicted to teasing people, and couldn't help but want to lean in to kiss him again, but he stopped halfway sensibly - because Ye Lang stared at him so unkindly.

Accept when you see good, accept when you see good.

Huo Yang warned himself in his heart that there will be more time to use each other in the future.

He got up, stood by the bed and straightened his clothes, then excitedly picked up Ye Lang who was on the bed, "Don't be stupid, come with me! They will rehearse at this time later."

When he went over, Ye Lang found that the so-called classical orchestra was not full of people, and he could go to the Youth Palace to perform after packing up.The string group is quite complete, but the violinists are surplus, the viola and cello players are barely, and the double bass is in short supply.There is a surplus of pianists, a shortage of woodwinds, and a terrible percussion group.

After all, this is not a professional conservatory, and it has Chinese characteristics: parents enroll their children in interest classes for the sake of face. In their eyes, the piano is half of the Western musical instruments, and the other half is the violin.The child learns a percussion instrument, and can't sit still in front of seven aunts and eight aunts.

Ye Lang simply cut the orchestra to the minimum configuration, and then picked a few songs, but all of them were rejected by the school leaders.The school leaders thought the structure was small and not shocking, and even wanted to find musicians across schools, and they wanted to create a "symphony orchestra" or "orchestral orchestra" no matter what.

"What's wrong with the dog?" Huo Yang was incredulous, "It's so urgent that we all play triangle!"

After Ye Lang came out of the office for the third time, he kept silent.He turned around and went back to the dormitory. A desk lamp was on until the early hours of the night.

At noon the next day, he packed a table of music scores into a folder, put them under his arm, and said with a blank expression, "Let's go."

Huo Yang had already packed up and was about to argue with the leader, but at this moment he glanced at him suspiciously, "Where are you going?"

"Rehearsal." He stepped out the door without looking back.

In the concert hall, everyone in the minimum configuration orchestra selected by Ye Lang was very good. Seven or eight people silently familiarized themselves with the score on the first page. Ye Lang also finished communicating with the conductor about various things Huo Yang could not understand. detail.Finally, the conductor stood on the stage with a sad and determined expression on his face, rolled up his sleeves, spread out the score, and started a tentative rehearsal.

After listening to the fourth section, Huo Yang couldn't help but put down Erlang's legs, leaned forward, and listened in amazement.

Three days later, Ye Lang entered the leadership office with the recording and the score revised to the eighth draft.

With his hands behind his back, Huo Yang paced up and down the corridor outside, like a husband who was about to lose his mind outside the delivery room.He thought: "If they dare to disagree this time, I will...just..."

"Just..." After a long time, he found helplessly that he was really incompetent, and he was not the material of the current generation's hero. When he looked down and saw the fire extinguisher outside the office, he immediately said to himself, "Spray them to death! Shoot them in the crotch!"

When Ye Lang came out to close the door, he looked up and saw Huo Yang, he was stunned, and suddenly smiled, "Grandpa, are you taking a walk? Don't you want a radio?"

Huo Yang rushed forward, "Are they picky? Are they looking for trouble? Hurry up, hurry up, I'm so anxious that I want to pee out."

Ye Lang raised the music score, the smile on the corner of his mouth did not fade, "It's over."

Many years later, Huo Yang listened to it again, and found that the song was not that exaggeratedly good, and it was mixed with many famous songs. Ye Lang's knowledge of music theory was indeed at the level of the title of the song. Change the song.But Huo Yang was so excited that he wanted to fly up on the spot.

Anyway, he sincerely believes that Ye Lang can do everything well in the world and become the most awesome person, as long as he is willing.

Three days before the opening of the music festival, Huo Yang sat on a chair, bent over, with his elbows on his knees, and was dazed in this position.Second Pao and Xiaopang danced enthusiastically in front of him, but they didn't bring him back to his senses. They beat him violently in anger, but he didn't feel any pain.

It wasn't until Ye Lang came back that his rusty eyeballs moved.

Clutching a few tickets motionlessly in his hand, Huo Yang's thoughts began to scroll uncontrollably again, "Should I give it to her with my own hands, or let Ye Lang hand it over? ... By hand? Hand it over? ... Or hand it over, after all, it's not cooked..."

Ye Lang's bed was right opposite him, Huo Yang saw him walk to the bed, and pull out the chair in front of the desk with his back turned to him, but he didn't see his distorted expression that he hesitated to speak several times.

Second Pao booed from the side: "If you want to confess, hurry up, Lao Huo! Don't look constipated!"

Xiaopang: "Counsel! Just a dog-headed military adviser, he is cowardly in his bones!"

As soon as these two shit-stirring sticks were mixed, Huo Yang lost all his reverie.He stood up, angrily took out two tickets and handed them to them, "Will you go to the opening ceremony? Don't go down."

Ye Lang also turned around earlier, just as he was about to watch a good show, a ticket was stuffed in his hand.

"Is this forced buying and selling?" He lowered his head, flipped the ticket back and forth, and found three large characters printed on the front.

Infield tickets.

The small print below told him that those who hold this ticket can sit in the first three rows of the auditorium of the art activity center, and those who can almost reach the stage with their hands are worthy of the name VIP seats, and they can also visit backstage.

Ye Lang was stunned for a moment, raised his head, and saw Huo Yang silently made a "keep quiet" gesture, then glanced at the two people who were still laughing silly, and rolled his eyes at Ye Lang and smiled—he Always habitually raise one corner of the mouth first.

He has sharp and clean single eyelids, his long eyebrows slanted into his temples, his eyes are black and white, and the movements of raising his eyebrows and curling his mouth are indescribably vivid and flying.

As the lead singer, Huo Yang actually only has two infield tickets.There are three rows of seats in total, the school student union, the branch school student union, the college student union, and the presidiums from all walks of life are divided up, and other messy people are mixed in. He still picked these two seats from other people.

As for the other one, he decided to send it himself.Such a good performance opportunity, how could Da Sao Bao miss it.

Most of the classrooms used by the two majors of finance and applied economics overlap. After Huo Yang found out Chu Zhongxiao's class schedule, he waited outside.

inside the classroom.

Chu Zhongxiao finished class, packed up the lecture notes, and hung the shoulder bag on his shoulder.She wore a pair of low-heeled shoes that she bought a long time ago today, and they didn't fit her feet a little bit. She had to walk very slowly to prevent the shoes from falling off.

She pushed a few strands of hair behind her ears, and just after taking a few steps, she suddenly felt something fly over her head and fall lightly to the ground.

It was a paper airplane.

Chu Zhongxiao turned his head and saw a person standing under a tree not far away.

She stretched out her hand to cover the too strong sunlight, squinted her eyes, watched Huo Yang approaching, and handed over a ticket naturally.

There was no nonsense, no praise, and no pretense of humor in the opening remarks. The infield ticket was still clenched a little bit. When meeting her eyes, I tried my best to lift the corners of my mouth that was tense and cold. .

"For the opening ceremony of this music festival, I am the lead singer of the rock band. This is for you, just as a..." Huo Yang thought for a while, "Thank you for the gift."

Chu Zhongxiao smiled, "Thank you? It's also the first time I've met someone who said thank you even after being punished."

Huo Yang shrugged, "Well done. If you don't fix me, I'm going to be with a rich woman."

"You are not as good as Pong Yelang. He is not as stupid as ordinary rich women."

"Forget it, he blackmailed me all day long." Huo Yang said, "Actually, this ticket is quite valuable. It is said that someone sold it for twenty each on Weibo..."

"That's great, turn to Weibo for me later." Chu Zhongxiao grabbed the bag strap, lifted the bag over his shoulder, and pointed to his friend who was watching the show with arms crossed, "We two Go to dinner, there is a meeting at noon, how about I...?"

Huo Yang immediately said: "You go."

Chu Zhongxiao thanked his friend, then made a face at his friend, and walked over there quickly.

Huo Yang stood where he was, and after Chu Zhongxiao walked a few steps, he called out to her again, "Chu Zhongxiao!"

The person who was called stopped slightly after being startled.

"I won't retweet." He paused, "I hope you can go."

Chu Zhongxiao turned his face sideways, watching him neither far nor near.She was silent for a while, then didn't say yes or no, just turned and left.