The correct posture to kill a rival

"What's the matter if I say it again? Who are you scaring?" The little bastard stood up from his seat.

"I'll show you how tall you are," Ye Qilu casually plucked out his ear, and squinted at the kid from the corner of his eye, "Isn't it time for me to deal with you?"

"you……"

Thinking of Ye Qilu's flying kick, the boy was furious, and he didn't care that the long-haired boy was still waiting for Ye Qilu to play the guitar, he rolled up his sleeves and wanted to fight.

In the next second, Lao He grabbed the collar from behind, "You come back to me! What's the trouble!"

Ye Qilu shrugged his shoulders harmlessly at Old He.

Although the boy Bei'er wanted to clean up Ye Qilu, but he didn't dare to do anything wrong in front of Lao He, so he sat back in his seat angrily, turned his head, and ignored everyone.

"What's going on?" Lao He scanned the three of them with his gaze, "You know each other? You're not in the same group at all, so how did you know each other?"

The three of them were silent for a while.

"Qilu, come here." Old He waved to Ye Qilu.

Ye Qilu thought for a few seconds, then strode over.

Old He: "Tell me."

"It's a long story—" Ye Qilu pursed his lips and smiled slightly, "Okay, then I'll make the long story short." He gently lifted his chin and pointed to the kid named "Xiaohui", "Then One, around May, Difei and I went to play in the game hall at Longfu Temple. I don’t know where he got out of. Fei said something that his brother Bei said I was a genius and wanted me to play. Guitar--"

Ye Qilu made the closing statement: "I don't know what to say."

"And this one..." As soon as Ye Qilu said a few words, the little rascal turned his face and stared at Ye Qilu viciously——Ye Qilu smiled again, "During the holiday, we are all in the national Playing the piano in the square in front of the Cultural Palace, and then he invited me to join their circle, and I kicked him—”

Ye Qilu once again made a closing statement: "It can only be said that ugly people do more mischief."

"You boy!"

The man yelled loudly and jumped up.

"What are you arguing about! Sit down!" As soon as Old He spoke, the little bastard gritted his teeth and blushed, daring not to make a sound.

"I didn't expect that you two would have known each other for a long time," Lao He smiled and took Ye Qilu's hand, and patted it gently a few times, signaling him to hold back his temper, "Since you met me here, at least you should betray my old man." What kind of face, let's turn the chapter here."

Ye Qilu smiled indifferently.

Xiaohui stood there blankly, with an expression of surprise.

And the little rascal "cut" in dissatisfaction.

"Why Huazi, are you very dissatisfied?" Lao He poked Huazi's forehead, "Qilu is a well-known top student on our side, don't be dissatisfied."

Na Huazi muttered aggrievedly: "Playing the guitar has a relationship with how well you study."

"It doesn't matter," Lao He said, "but you don't want to think about why Beihou said those things to you before, why did he just talk like an outsider?"

Huazi turned his head and looked at Xiaohui.

Of course they don't understand!

"Oh, Uncle He, since you've said that, we have nothing to say, and it's getting late, so let's take our leave first." Xiaohui said politely, and took Huazi's arm.

Huazi was dragged to the door of the Douzhier shop by Xiaohui, still heaving a sigh of relief in his heart, he pointed at Ye Qilu by the door frame, and shouted: "What level are you? I'm good at it. You're just a rookie. Give me a hand. Hui Ti shoes are not worthy, if you don't believe me, pick up your guitar and fight!"

Ye Qilu laughed dryly twice, and said three extremely willful words: "I won't."

"Let's go." Xiaohui pulled Huazi again, and said pointedly: "You already know his name, where he lives, and worry about not having a chance to meet him in the future?"

In a blink of an eye, Huazi was taken away by Xiaohui.

Old He poured two cups of tea and called Ye Qilu to come and play chess with him.

"Don't care about those two." Lao He held up a black coin, "They are pretty good, but they are young and energetic." He laughed, and slightly raised his eyes to glance at Ye Qilu, "Aren't you too Is it the same?"

"I didn't pay much attention to the two of them. Since I was a child, I have recruited a lot of hatred, and the number of times I was blocked for no reason can't be counted. Isn't it an example before Difei?" Ye Qilu Smiling, he asked Lao He as he dropped Bai Zi, "What I'm wondering is that Li Beihou, what exactly does he want to do?"

"Li Beihou..." Lao He thought for a while, "Actually, I think that the rumors he released about you were not necessarily aimed at you, but more like 'secrets'."

Ye Qilu raised his eyebrows, "'Secret'?"

"Yes." Lao He lowered his voice, "Although the rock scene is not big now, there are not many people in Beijing and even the whole country who really play rock and understand rock, and everyone in the circle is struggling in the underground world. They are all passionate and radical rebels with dreams in mind, but as the saying goes, where there are people, there are rivers and lakes."

Ye Qilu picked up his teacup, sipped the tea carefully, and said that where there are people, there are rivers and lakes.

"It's called eating!" As he said that, Lao He picked up two white stones from the chessboard, put them aside, and said with a smile: "Besides, after so long, you don't have anything to ask about me as a rock player. ?"

Tat for tat, Ye Qilu also ate two of Lao He's sunspots, "Yes! And there are too many. But I will never ask about this kind of thing unless the person concerned wants to talk about it. "

"Good boy——" Old He was full of relief, and dropped a sunspot at the place where Ye Qilu ate just now, "I was among the first batch of rock players in Beijing. It was 1980, and our band was the number one in Beijing." Now the most popular Fang Xiao is our younger generation. Three years later, I gave up rock and roll, and would rather come back and make soybean milk with my father."

Ye Qilu thought for a while—he replayed the scene of bumping into Gu Xiaobai in the toilet at the disco in his mind—he seemed to understand a little bit, but he couldn’t express his conjecture without restraint, so he could only ask :"Why?"

"Because this is a very fucking circle." Old He sighed slightly, and said a little disappointedly, "In the 50s and [-]s, rock and roll began abroad, and until now, this circle has not been able to compete with violence, drugs, Let’s disassociate ourselves from such fucking words as luxury, crime, and promiscuity. How ugly they are on the surface, but how muddy they are behind their backs.”

Ye Qilu was pinching a white piece with his fingertips, but he didn't drop it for a long time.

Old He said: "That's why I told you repeatedly before, if you want to play, come to me first."

The truth is too naked丨naked——

He suddenly remembered a sentence Captain Zou once said to him:

"Don't be so naive as to think that I'm going to get rid of him just because he sang a little dirty song—"

After reunion, after half a year, Captain Zou still wanted to catch Yi Yunshu.

The intricacies here may not be as simple as he thought.

As for Yi Yunshu, maybe the one who taught Ye Qilu how to play the guitar that night was not the real him.

The two played Go quietly for a minute, and Lao He pretended to be relaxed and shrugged his shoulders, "Again, Li Beihou can be forgiven for 'Secret'. We all know that 'Secret' doesn't have a guitar player. Yun Shu's guitar skills are basically outstanding. He really doesn't like anyone. There are many lead singers and guitarists, but the band still has professional guitars. There is only one band like theirs that doesn't have a guitarist. .”

Ye Qilu frowned, "What does that have to do with Li Beihou spreading rumors about me?"

"It's not a rumor, is it?" Old He raised his eyebrows and teased Ye Qilu, "Actually, this question is so easy to understand—he is afraid that Yi Yunshu will teach you! Your talent is indeed top-notch, and you will soon be able to It’s time to get on the road. Li Beihou also knows that those stinky brats will definitely trouble you when they hear what he said, first let you dislike guitar and rock from the bottom of your heart, and he will be more than half successful.”

Ye Qilu: "..."

"However, I told Li Beihou about your situation." Lao He played with the sunspot in his hand, hesitated for a long time and landed on the chessboard, "You are a serious Qingbei material, how could you get into that rotten piece?" How could Quan'er fool around with them?"

Ye Qilu made the last move, imitating Old He's appearance and raised his eyebrows, and said jokingly, "185, I won! How long has Uncle He been losing streak with me?"

Old He: "..."

Caught off guard and lost again...

During the weekend, Ye Qilu spent his time doing homework and playing the guitar.

It's Monday again.

In the morning, Ye Qilu and Difei went to school together—Difei was studying in a junior college, and although he and No. 26 High School were not in the same direction, they could barely walk a few steps together.

After the evening self-study, Ye Qilu stayed in school to play guitar as usual.

The moonlight poured down on the flower bed like flowing water, and a red rose slanting out, unwilling to be lonely, melted into the moonlight, as if it had been wrapped in a veil.

Ye Qilu, who was sitting on the window sill of the classroom, could not help but be attracted by the scene of "Outstanding Beauty".

How about creating a ditty with the theme of "outstanding talent"?

While thinking, Ye Qilu plucked the strings lightly - the tip of the iceberg was lifted bit by bit with his fingertips full of inspiration.

A simple and beautiful ditty was completed with the company of moonlight and roses.

For a few minutes, Ye Qilu's fingers were on the strings and he did not take them off.

Then, a string of soft guitar sounds floated from a distance——

Ye Qilu woke up suddenly.

This is……

The other party still started with Ye Qilu's ditty - the section just completed.

At the very beginning, the other party played very lightly, like a girl whispering softly, half coquettish and half angry, carefully guarding the shy rosebuds——as the strength of pressing the strings became stronger and stronger, pushing The speed of the strings is getting faster and faster--the bud gradually blooms, embracing the moon with its smiling face--finally is a high-end vibrato technique--

Ye Qilu slowly closed his eyes.

It seems as if you can smell the fragrance of roses from the notes!

The last note is a gorgeous ending——

Ye Qilu involuntarily put his left fingertips under his nose.

The next second he opened his eyes and smiled.

It was full of self-deprecating laughter.

Probably because "Fingertip Fragrance" is too powerful, so powerful that he lost himself a little, and then subconsciously made this stupid move.

Ye Qilu didn't move, he was still sitting on the window sill, he looked at the moon in the sky, and shouted: "Great God! Can you teach me to play the guitar?"

This time, Ye Qilu didn't rush out to find out what happened like last time.

He wants the other party to teach him how to play the guitar.

Although he has some outlines of the real body of this great god in his heart, once this layer of window paper is pierced, no one will really be able to teach him—he can't even look down on ordinary people.

The other party did not speak.

Just played a string of tones lightly in response.

Ye Qilu immediately understood the other party's intentions, and he played a series of notes.

The other party played another string of notes—it was the first verse of Ye Qilu's "Outstanding".

Ye Qilu played the opponent's chorus again.

The opponent played again.

Why do it again?Ye Qilu was a little puzzled, but when he listened carefully, he suddenly noticed that there was a chord that he played wrong.

Ye Qilu immediately smiled.

He must not be happy because he played the wrong chord, but because the other party is teaching him how to play the piano!

Then they used the guitar, and you gave me a silent teaching section by section.

Half an hour later.

Ye Qilu played the fifth time with the opponent.

In the empty campus, only his guitar sound was left.

Ye Qilu jumped out from the window sill and ran towards the rostrum, but as expected, the building was already empty.

Still the same as last time, soot and paper pressed with mud and stones all over the place.

Ye Qilu quickly pulled out the piece of paper, and gently opened it——

Another guitar score.

The chic and elegant font is so familiar that he can recognize it at a glance.

It's him!

Ye Qilu quickly turned the paper over.

As expected, there are a few words of guidance for him—

"The reserved fingers are a little weak. I feel that you have played the erhu or the violin before, and the reserved fingers are a little subtle. Practice climbing the grid more.

PS: Your creative talent is very high"

Ye Qilu: "..."

Can anyone tell him what the last "w" means?

Guitar master, can you still be so cute?

But Ye Qilu was speechless, and honestly put the new guitar score in his pocket.

Except for Monday, I don't see the Great God on other days.

Next Monday, he came again.

The next Monday, he came again.

In this way, there was an unwritten rule between them, every Monday, the great god would come to teach Ye Qilu how to play the guitar.

Needless to say, Ye Qilu's talent, hard work is also in place, and there is an awesome master who carefully guides——

Although his master never showed his face and made no noise.

By the time Ye Qilu received the tenth guitar score, the sky in Beijing was already covered with snowflakes.

"It's winter, it's too cold, playing the guitar outside will freeze." It was another Monday night, Ye Qilu lay on the window sill and shouted towards the white playground, "And I'm going on winter vacation soon , see you next spring, master."

Later Ye Qilu didn't care who the other party was at all.

No matter who it is, it is his master anyway.

Soon Ye Qilu finished his final exams and entered the winter vacation.

1990 came late amidst the sound of firecrackers resounding through the sky.

On New Year's Eve, Ye Qilu, his grandparents and sister-in-law Ye Fenfei finished the New Year's Eve dinner, and then ran out with Di Fei to spend the night.

The place where they spend the night is nothing more than the Longfu Temple in Dongsi.

With the popularity of indie rock musician Fang Xiao all over the country, after entering the 90s, there are fewer and fewer young people who dance breakdance, and those who leave breakdance, almost without exception, all go to play the guitar.

Rock has also become synonymous with fashion among young people.

Ye Qilu was speechless looking at the long-haired young men with guitars on their backs all over the street, "It's winter, it seems like they can really play a song on the spot."

Difei smiled and said, "Do you really think they are playing the guitar? Why do I feel like they are using the guitar as a pendant?"

This statement is indeed correct.Ye Qilu was even more speechless, "And why do they all like to have such long hair, greasy and pretty, what's the matter?"

"It's just because it doesn't look good." Di Fei took a bite of the candied haws, "If everyone had Yi Yunshu's plate, they wouldn't keep such blah hair that attracts people's attention."

"..." Ye Qilu poured all the food in his mouth into his mouth, "Buy another enema."

"..." Di Fei sighed while holding the candied haws, "Why do you like enemas so much..."

Then Ye Qilu and Difei looked at each other in unison, and said together again: "..."

After queuing up to buy the enema, the two went to the disco that opened in December 88—the place where they met Yi Yunshu and Zuo Shan.

Since it is New Year's Eve, the disco is also full of New Year's atmosphere.

In the center of the stage is a singer screaming with a microphone.

It's black-voiced rock that doesn't get the point.

The audience below responded with the most enthusiasm.

Even Di Fei, a tone-deaf contestant, covered his ears, "Do these people really think this broken song is good?"

"Ghost knows!" After Ye Qilu finished speaking, he pulled Di Fei to leave this ghostly place.

As soon as he turned around, he saw Zhao Zhidong hurriedly leading several people out of the backstage.

Ye Qilu's first reaction was: He committed another crime.

But after a closer look, no one was chasing them at all.

Ye Qilu now understood that it wasn't a crime, but something happened.

He immediately dragged Difei to chase after them, and stopped them with strides—seeing their pale faces, Ye Qilu felt that something was wrong, something really happened—"Brother Zhidong, what's the matter? ?”

"Ah, crossroads and Dafei!" Zhao Zhidong just stopped and let out a sigh of relief, "Car accident. Under the Fuchengmen bridge."

Ye Qilu's eyes widened, "Who is it? Anyone?"

Zhao Zhidong was crying a little, "M-ax and secrets."

"Secret?" Difei almost jumped up, "What about Xiaobai? Where's Xiaowu?"

"They're all here." Zhao Zhidong said, "Their bands are all here."

Ye Qilu filtered the news.

All members of The Secret Band.

Isn't that... Yi Yunshu was also involved in the car accident? !