The correct posture to kill a rival

Ye Qilu followed Yang Pingke's gaze and cast his gaze over——

Yi Yunshu remained silent, slowly took a cigarette to his lips, and moved his neck.

Ye Qilu stood up, gently put the guitar back to its original position, straightened up and said with a smile: "If you touch the guitar casually, you can tell what kind of talent it is? Where did the singing come from? Where is the definition so easy? You don’t want to run on me.”

"Hey, why don't you tell me about the wrong way," Lao He walked over, picked up his guitar from the table and touched it, "Fortunately, it's here with us, if you say in front of others that it's the first time you've touched a guitar , It’s really not far from being beaten-it will make people jealous so much that the temple will be blown up, and then a group of people will chase you on the pole to practice piano.”

Ye Qilu smiled, that smile had no warmth, and the ups and downs were small.

"I'm not talking about you, young man," Yang Pingke lightly plucked the strings a few times, "You are indeed very talented, this is the capital rewarded by God, there is no running or not, the most talented person I have ever seen before is Bei Hou Now, you seem to be stronger than him."

Hearing this, Li Beihou immediately became unhappy, blushed and made a rough gesture to hit Yang Pingke, "Fuck you, you fart!"

"What? Am I kidding with you? Just your little work?" Yang Pingke raised his leg, making a gesture to kick him back—after being dodged deftly by Li Beihou, he turned his eyes and continued to say to Ye Qilu "However, the guitar thing can even be expanded to all musical instruments. It is said that one percent of talent is 90.00% of hard work, but in my opinion, the final effort is that one percent. How many detours are avoided by mortals, how many magical strokes are added—in fact, the sky is very unfair."

Ye Qilu: "..."

He didn't quite understand the meaning of these people taking turns teaching him.

Regardless of talent or not, the first thing to bear the brunt is——

Who Said to Play the Guitar?

Li Beihou glanced at Yi Yunshu, rolled his eyes, and said with a big smile, "Why don't you play with us?"

Ye Qilu: "..."

Yi Yunshu supported the armrest of the sofa with one hand, looked at it expressionlessly for half a minute, and walked away without even saying hello.

Zuo Shan followed and ran out, still yelling: "Yun Shu! Yi Yunshu!"

Ye Qilu: "..."

...It's really the same as the rumors, there are enough to do their own way...

Li Beihou walked up to the sofa where Yi Yunshu had just been sitting, and kicked hard, "Ah, it's a damn thing! You dress up all day long, and you'll make people rub your hands!"

"Don't talk about him." Yang Pingke put down the guitar, "You are the one who is wrong today, I told you 800 years in advance, today is Yi Yunshu who is here, you If you have to come here—he didn’t know beforehand, so let him let go of his bad temper, can it make you look good?"

Li Beihou yelled back, "Then he can't throw himself away!" He really didn't know what he said that offended Yi Yunshu.

Ye Qilu smiled politely and distantly, "Thank you for your guitar, goodbye everyone, I'm going home too." After speaking, he left without saying a word.

"You two stay here first, and lock the door when no one picks up when you leave." Lao He ordered a few words, and ran after Ye Qilu's back.

Ye Qilu and Lao He cycled home side by side.

When we arrived at Zhushikou intersection, Lao He wanted to go back to the bean juice shop and asked Ye Qilu to sit down.

Ye Qilu had to go to the hospital to deliver meals to his grandfather later in the evening, so he didn't have much time to talk about it in detail, he didn't even get off his bicycle, and put one leg on the ground, "Just talk here if you have anything to do, I have something to do later Son."

"If you really want to play the piano, don't go with anyone." Old He Qian warned, "Come to me first, remember!"

Of course Ye Qilu knew what Old He meant, and said with a broken smile, "Uncle He, don't worry about it. If I want to do it, you can't stop me. If I don't want to, it's useless to persuade you. What's more, This semester is the high school entrance examination, and I want to study."

"A good student's awareness is high." Lao He laughed, "Study well, study well."

"Goodbye." Ye Qilu said.

Ye Qilu did not lie to Lao He.

No matter how mischievous and mischievous he usually looks, he has never delayed his studies.

In March of 1989, Ye Qilu officially ushered in the last few months of his middle school days.

From then on, he seldom wandered around with Difei and those people. He studied harder than usual, leaving early and returning late every day.

In a blink of an eye, Difei felt as if he hadn't seen Ye Qilu for a long time.

Every night when he went to the bathroom in the middle of the night, he could see the bright lights in the Ye family's hut.

In the past, Ye Qilu's achievements were rumored in the streets and alleys of Zhushikou. He was still very dissatisfied, but now he is convinced.

——Only bloody fingers can play the swan song in the world【1】

On the eve of the exam, in the early summer of May, Difei asked Ye Qilu to go to relax on weekends.

The two of them rode bicycles to Dongsi Longfu Temple.

When I came to Longfu Temple, I forgot everything and never forgot the enema.

Ye Qilu lined up to buy two enemas, and the two of them ate one as they walked.

In summer, there are obviously many times more young people carrying pianos around than in winter.

Since it was time to relax, Difei directly dragged Ye Qilu to the game hall.

At the entrance of the game hall, Ye Qilu paused, a little hesitant.

Seeing Ye Qilu's appearance, Difei joked, "What? It's all here, and you're afraid of being caught by your teacher?"

Ye Qilu: "..."

Of course not the question...

Forget it, go all out!

Ye Qilu bit the bullet and went in with Difei to play.

After a while, Di Fei knew why Ye Qilu had that expression on his face just now.

This... is simply...

Ye Qilu sat in front of the game console, Difei stood behind the sofa, patted Ye Qilu on the shoulder, and bent over with a smile, "Hahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahaha, Qilu, Ye Qilu! Young Master Ye! Good student Ye San! Hahahahahahaha, I beg you, can you win one! Just one! Just one! You lost three coins and went in! Hahahahahaha... "

Before Difei finished laughing—Ye Qilu’s plane hit the obstacle with a “boom” on the screen, and then eight bloody red letters jumped out, as if eight smiling faces were laughing at Ye Qilu——

over

Ye Qilu smashed the game console angrily, and cursed endlessly: "Why don't you win! You don't win!"

"Hahahahahahahahaha!" Di Fei laughed so hard that tears almost came out, "Don't play tricks on you, there is no one in the entire game hall who is better than you! Unfortunately, I always thought you were a decathlon... Get up Get up, make room for me!"

"No!" Ye Qilu was also pissed off by himself, "I've never won this game since I was a kid! I'm not convinced! I'm sure I'll win this game! Look after me!"

"Hahahahahaha..." Difei smiled and suddenly let out an "ouch" and covered his head, "Hahahaha, my head hurts from laughing, hahahaha..."

Ye Qilu murmured: "I don't believe in evil anymore—"

Before the words fell, "boom—"

over

Difei stopped laughing immediately, and the pause button was pressed at the same time as Ye Qilu.

After a few seconds, Difei burst out laughing like thunder, almost jumping while holding his head.

Do you want this dish! ! !

Ye Qilu sat blankly at his original position, with a look of lovelessness on his face.

People who are not born with game skills, playing any game is a typo...

At this moment, a boy's voice suddenly sounded beside him, "Ye Qilu? Which one is Ye Qilu?"

Difei's laughter stopped abruptly, and the corners of his mouth pursed in the next second.

Ye Qilu turned his head, he still hadn't swallowed the tone of playing the game, "I am! What are you doing?!"

A guitar was handed to him.

"I heard from Brother Bei that you are a genius?" the man continued, "Boom!"