The correct posture to kill a rival

After May of 89, the students entered the final sprint stage of review - the endless mock exams, endless questions, thick exercise books and test papers, and the smell of ink permeated the whole school. classroom.

A lot happened in Beijing that summer.

Zhushikou was inevitably swept into it—the police building at the intersection was battered and riddled with holes, and had to withdraw from the stage of history with hatred.

Those unexplainable things in the future disturbed almost all the college entrance examination candidates and high school entrance examination candidates at that time. The students invariably speculated whether the exam would be postponed or cancelled.

Finally, the teacher brought definite news: the exam was going on as scheduled.

At the last moment, all the examinees felt like they were nodding their heads, hanging their beams, and stabbing their butts. Even the students who didn't study much at ordinary times started cramming.After turning off the lights for evening self-study, many students continued to fight by lighting candles and turning on flashlights in the classroom.

When everyone was making the final effort, Ye Qilu relaxed instead - he could no longer be found in the evening self-study classroom.

The students are not surprised, for Ye Qilu, a true academic master who is ready for everything and only owes the wind, cannot be measured by the standards of ordinary people...

It's just that during the break between self-study and rest, walking on the playground, I can hear the fragmentary guitar sound floating from the small woods, blowing slowly with the night wind, with the taste of parting.

Yes.On the eve of the exam, Ye Qilu would take the guitar Yi Yunshu gave him every day, and go to the small woods away from the teaching building to touch it a few times during evening self-study.

Sometimes Bai Pengfei also went with Ye Qilu.

Ye Qilu played the guitar while Bai Pengfei wrote prose poems beside him.

Literary and artistic youths of that era probably couldn't do without guitar and poetry.

Ye Qilu still remembered Yi Yunshu's evaluation of him before: "The tone is like killing a pig." - Yi Yunshu was right, the same melody, even the same few tones, what he played was the same as Yi Yunshu before. Yun Shu, Yang Pingke and the others played like nothing else.

So if you want to play the guitar well, the first thing you need to practice is intonation and timbre-he has no problem with the intonation, so the first thing to bear the brunt is the timbre.

Ye Qilu doesn't know how to play the guitar at all, and no one taught him. He doesn't even know the most basic fingering and techniques. Basically, he just plays with his hands at will, usually in very short minor keys, to adjust the tone.

However, when he was getting more interested in playing with his hands, Ye Qilu discovered a key problem——his fingers were getting more and more painful.

At the beginning, it was just a little painful, but then the skin was rubbed and bleeding——

Then came the day of the exam.

With bloody fingers, Ye Qilu gritted his teeth and finished his high school entrance examination.

Although the final results came out, he didn't perform abnormally in the slightest, but Ye Qilu was still furious - the feeling of tingling with every stroke while holding the pen, people who have never tasted it will never understand.

This is the first lesson the guitar taught him: it hurts!

Perhaps it is precisely because of this that Ye Qilu, who entered the long vacation after the exam, began to struggle with the guitar day and night.

The more it hurts, the more you want to play, the more you bleed, the more you want to play!

However, this situation didn't last long. After the callus was worn out on the wound, as long as it wasn't played continuously for more than eight or nine hours a day, the pain would no longer be there.

At that time, every morning Ye Qilu would ride his bicycle to play the piano in front of the National Culture Palace with his guitar on his back.

Because of the storm caused by the American movie "Breakdance" in those years, alleys, gardens, cultural palaces and other places are full of young people with afro heads, toad mirrors, flared trousers or skinny camouflage trousers, and young people carrying large cassette tape recorders. Dance, play the piano, and stand in groups.

The word "stubble" here means unconvinced, unwilling to admit defeat, and challenging. A simpler and cruder understanding is just one word: 怨.

The so-called "Smoking, drinking and dancing, dare to enter the men's and women's toilets"——

Ye Qilu would usually sit by a flower bed and practice the piano by himself.

From time to time, two groups of people come to the square, no matter whether they know each other or not, they start to dance together, mechanical dance, glass cleaning, zombie jumping, disabled steps, and when they meet, they start to dance around.

The end result is nothing more than a fight.

Ye Qilu was playing the piano while watching those people flying around, quite calm.

Of course, those who have a stubble dance have a stubble piano. The stubble dance is similar to the stubble dance. One person holds a guitar to show off his skills, and the loser has to smash his own guitar on the spot.

If you don’t beat yourself up when you lose, then this person is not particular. In Beijing dialect, he is “unlucky.” He will definitely be beaten, and he will not be able to hold his head up in this area in the future.If he stomps the guitar and breaks it, everyone will be angry and distressed, and a fight will inevitably occur.

Ye Qilu never took part in playing the piano, he thought it was good to just play his own game, and there was no need to stand out in this kind of thing, but there was always someone coming up to find trouble.

There was a kid who came to the square to practice the piano at about the same time as Ye Qilu, secretly comparing him with Ye Qilu - after half a month of disdain, the gap between the two became obvious.

After all, with things like guitars, is talent important?Many people will say that hard work is the most important thing, and success is 99% hard work.But in fact, talent is not important or unimportant, but too important.

That morning, Ye Qilu was playing the guitar, and the kid came up to him, "Hey buddy, your guitar doesn't look like red cotton, where did it come from?"——As he said that, he started to get it .

Ye Qilu subconsciously protected the guitar, turned his body sideways, and looked at the man vigilantly and indifferently.

"Hi (hai), don't be afraid, I'm not here to find fault," the man's eyes flickered a few times, "I think you play well, and you're making rapid progress, you're a good seed, are you interested in joining us? Let's practice the piano together."

Ye Qilu carefully looked at the person's attire, and immediately sneered inwardly.

The other party played the piano near him every day, and he knew exactly what level he was, so he didn't come here to find fault?That's easy to say!He didn't degenerate to "play" with a group of strangely dressed hooligans who thought they could play the guitar and dance the thunderbolt, and there would be five or six of them.

Ye Qilu pretended to smile and said, "Thank you for the compliment. However, I just played casually during the holidays, and I stopped playing after two days. If my parents found out, they would have to smash my piano."

When the man realized the meaning of Ye Qilu's words, he was so angry that he almost couldn't help trembling slightly - so blatantly looking down on people?

"Give me a face..." The man raised his fist, before the 'shameless' behind him could be scolded, Ye Qilu preempted him——

Ye Qilu jumped up and flew onto the man's shoulder. After kicking the unsuspecting man all over the place, he picked up his guitar, got on his bicycle and ran away.

Later, Ye Qilu stopped playing guitar at the National Cultural Palace for a long time, firstly because that person must have brought people to look for him everywhere, and secondly because the results of the high school entrance examination came down——

Ye Qilu went to No. 26 Middle School that year with the best grades in the school.

Although it was also a key high school, his grades were enough to go to a better school. When he applied for the exam, the principal even invited him to talk and asked him why he chose the school.Then Ye Qilu replied casually: "Because the 26th is the closest to home."

headmaster:"…………"

Ye Qilu is in charge of all major academic matters, the elders of the Ye family and Ye Fenfei seldom get involved.

So Ye Qilu went to No. 26 middle school willfully.

On the first day of high school enrollment, Ye Qilu went to the school with a guitar on his back.

After the evening self-study was over and all the classmates had left, Ye Qilu took out his guitar.

The school had already turned off the lights, so he had no choice but to sit on the windowsill of the classroom, taking advantage of the moonlight, and slowly plucked the strings.

He has been practicing for two or three months, even though he still doesn't know fingering, but with his natural absolute pitch, he can play simple minor keys well.

Ye Qilu completed a section of his own original ditty.

Half a minute later, a series of guitar sounds came from a distance——

Ye Qilu was taken aback, is there anyone in the school so late?

But when the tune sounded, he was stunned.

Isn't this the ditty he just played?

The same ditty, when the other party played to the second verse, he was imaginative—quiet and comfortable, as if he was wandering in a small town in France at this moment, the breeze brought the greetings of green grass, the vineyards The windmill is beckoning to him, and the girl in the white skirt is standing in the sea of ​​lavender flowers praying...

As the quiet tune unfolds slowly, the beautiful time and beautiful yearning make people feel immersive and mesmerized.

The last chord, the perfect ending—

Can the guitar still play like this? !

In Ye Qilu's impression, the guitar is either Yang Pingke's kind of questioning rock, or those guitarists who vent indiscriminately in the square - they are all passionate.

And this person's guitar is completely different from those, more like a serene narrative poem——

The point is, this tune is still his...

What are you kidding? !He didn't think so much himself!

Ye Qilu was very dissatisfied!

For the first time, he wanted to play the piano with someone!

So he hugged the guitar tightly, and completely disrupted the tone of the song just now - he couldn't follow the other party's pace, he wanted to develop another style - he used the fastest he could He strummed the strings at such a vicious speed that he almost scratched out the sound of an electric guitar on a high-end acoustic guitar.

The other party smiled lightly.

The short laughter seemed to be blown away by the night wind, and it floated over very softly.

At the same time, the diametrically opposite guitar sound sounded.

The same minor tune is played in the same way as Ye Qilu's - domineering and never yielding.

And the other party is really playing and sweeping the acoustic guitar like an electric guitar.

Ye Qilu knew that he couldn't beat the opponent no matter what, because he met a real master.