The correct posture to kill a rival

Ye Qilu didn't know what it meant for the other party to appear at Zhushikou in the middle of the night.

He greeted politely.

That's all.

The other party just sneered and ignored him without moving, and did not give him any response.

In that case, you can take your Yangguan Road, and I will take my single-plank bridge—Ye Qilu thought indifferently.

Ye Qilu naturally rode his bicycle and passed by Yi Yunshu who was smoking on the spot.

Then there was the lingering smell of smoke and the sound of footsteps——

Intuition told Ye Qilu that Yi Yunshu did it on purpose!

Finally arrived in front of his own courtyard, Ye Qilu got off his bicycle, turned around, and raised his eyebrows without giving the people behind him a chance to speak: "Yi Yunshu, what am I doing at the end of the night? Dare you Are you a pervert? It's all at my doorstep, what's your business?"

Yi Yunshu stopped the moment Ye Qilu turned around, and the distance between the two was less than two meters. At some point, he had already dropped the cigarette in his hand, and spread out his beautiful hands—that was a pair of The hand, which can be called a work of art, is slender and pale, like a talking sculpture—"The meeting at the corner, it seems that we still have a little fate, don't we?"

What the hell is not playing the cards according to the routine!

"..." Ye Qilu was speechless for a second or two, and then the corner of his mouth curled up, and his indifferent smile bloomed again, "As for fate, man-made is always inferior to destiny."

With a happy smile on his face, Yi Yunshu began to pull up the stereotyped essay: "There is an old saying that man can conquer heaven, and heaven can conquer man. Believe in the words."

Ye Qilu: "..."

Two young men with guitars on their backs, what a wonderful artistic conception of double shadows under the moon—and what the hell are they talking about!

Ye Qilu didn't want to argue with Yi Yunshu anymore, so he said, "Half a long time without Hu Riyue—well, here are willows under the bright moon, and a guitar, so I won't bother you to think about Confucianism. I'm in the mood for Taoism and philosophy, let's go home first and have fun." Ye Qilu took out the key and prepared to open the door after speaking.

Yi Yunshu lowered his body to the left, just blocking Ye Qilu's face, and said in a slightly lazy tone, "Let's go now? It seems that you are not only good at mathematics, physics and chemistry, but also good at literature. Why? No more Match [-] poems with me? Or let’s match a pair of "Quotations from Chairman Mao丨丨"?"

Ye Qilu: "..."

"I don't even know when you became so funny." Ye Qilu smiled gently, "I think you have read "On丨丨丨丨丨War" a lot, just like you are now—— "

Yi Yunshu lightly flicked the cigarette ash, and said with a half-smile: "Then since you've already said that, I might as well tell you that I haven't deducted a single point from the "On丨丨丨丨丨战丨" exam since I was a child. ——" In Ye Qilu's series of "..." he went on to say, "Besides, I'm already at your door, and you didn't invite me in. Is there such a way of hospitality as you? Is something wrong?"

Ye Qilu: "........."

"Hurry up and open the door!" Yi Yunshu became impatient.

Ye Qilu's mood was as if he had killed a hundred dogs. He had never seen such a guy who came to the house uninvited...

Ye Qilu picked it up from the key chain, and asked casually: "You don't go home in the middle of the night, why did you come here from Zhushikou?"

Yi Yunshu glanced at Ye Qilu, "Something happened, and it happened to be very close to Zhushikou, so I came here for a stroll."

"Are you going for a walk at night?" Ye Qilu inserted the door key into the door hole, "Still carrying the guitar?"

Yi Yunshumo remained silent.

Ye Qilu held the key, turned it lightly, and the door opened.

Ye Qilu turned back to push the bicycle, and Yi Yunshu stepped into the courtyard before him.

Yi Yunshu looked around in the courtyard: "The hutong courtyards in old Beijing are awesome. It's been almost two years since I first came here, and there is still no change."

"Living, what change do you want?" Ye Qilu parked his bicycle, quietly walked to the window of the big house, and looked in through the glass——

"What are you looking at?" Yi Yunshu followed.

Ye Qilu raised his fingers to press his lips, and said "Shhh" to Yi Yunshu forcefully.

Yi Yunshu was taken aback, and immediately stood still on the spot, with his back straightened.

In fact, Ye Qilu wanted to scare him on purpose, but he didn't expect Yi Yunshu to be really scared.

And the reactions are so funny!

Hahahahahahahaha—Ye Qilu was expressionless on the surface, but in fact he was about to die of laughter in his heart.

"What's wrong?" Yi Yunshu asked cautiously.

"It's okay." Ye Qi said with a blank expression on his face, "I just want to make sure that grandparents are at home."

"Oh——" Yi Yunshu responded, shaking the guitar on his back, "Then why are you so surprised..."

"In case they are at home," Ye Qilu continued blankly, "I'm afraid you'll wake them up too loudly."

"Oh——" Yi Yunshu continued to respond, stretching his neck—the room was pitch dark and he couldn't see anything—he gave up on looking for himself, and asked Ye Qilu directly, "So are they at home?"

Ye Qilu's indifferent face: "Yes!"

"Oh——" Yi Yunshu nodded, and said calmly, "Then you quickly open the door, let's go in quickly, and go to the hut to talk."

Ye Qilu: "..."

Wait a minute, why are you going into the hut to talk?

Yi Yunshu had already stood in front of the door, and even beckoned Ye Qilu, "Come and open the door."

Ye Qilu walked over and pulled the door open as soon as he stretched out his hand.

Yi Yunshu said, "Wow?", "You guys have such a good relationship as neighbors, can you keep the door unlocked at night?"

"..." Ye Qilu walked into the house, and after Yi Yunshu followed him in, he turned around and locked the door from the inside with the lock, and said softly, "This is the door my grandparents left for me. If you don’t lock the door, the neighbors are fine, but what about the thieves who come in from the outside over the wall? Just throw something away, what if something happens to someone?”

"Oh—" Yi Yunshu suddenly realized.

Ye Qilu kept his voice to a minimum, "Let's stop talking at the door, let's go inside."

"Okay." Yi Yunshu.

Ye Qilu and Yi Yunshu came to the hut and closed the door.

Yi Yunshu sat down on the bed with ease.

Ye Qilu put down his schoolbag and guitar, and while taking off his clothes, he said, "It's so late and there are no cars outside, you didn't make up your mind to eat and live at my house long ago, did you?"

Yi Yunshu ignored Ye Qilu's question without changing his expression, "I was thinking, if you want to form a band, what would you be in charge of? Guitarist? Do you have any expectations for the other positions?"

"..." Ye Qilu couldn't help admiring Yi Yunshu's wide range of topic changes. After changing his clothes, he picked up the kettle and poured water and said, "I don't know, this kind of thing also answered your words. --fate."

"Are you serious about the spanking between us?" Yi Yunshu changed his posture - half leaning against the wall, and said lazily: "The kid who performed in the art gallery last year has a good voice, you can find him Try to be your lead singer, but don’t think he can sing well, actually I think he’s not so suitable for singing rock, he’s more suitable for singing pop, just like those pop singers in Hong Kong.”

"Who? Fu Chuanxin?" Ye Qilu laughed, and handed one of the glasses of water to Yi Yunshu, "He definitely can't do it. His family lives in the alley next to him. I'll take him out to play. To kill me?"

"I've always had an idea." Yi Yunshu took the water glass, scratched his neck lazily, "Haven't you thought about singing?"

Sing?Ye Qilu was taken aback.

"Your original voice is very nice, and very distinctive." Yi Yunshu said, "If you put it in an ordinary singer, it might not be so distinctive, but singing rock and roll will definitely make people's eyes shine."

Ye Qilu sat down next to Yi Yunshu by the bed, took a sip of water, "What do you say?"

"Your original voice is a very dry and cold voice, with a bit of indifference in it." Yi Yunshu turned to look at Ye Qilu, "Everyone subconsciously thinks that rock and roll voices are metallic and magnetic. But I've never felt so cold and cold, as if someone out of touch - just think about it, how amazing and unusual it is to have a 'high mountain flower' blooming in the middle of the violent rock stage road!"

"It sounds really good, but I don't know how to sing—" Ye Qilu thought carefully, "I can only sing "A Fire in Winter"..."

Yi Yunshu: "..."

Ye Qilu squeezed his throat and sang a few lines:

You are like a fire in that winter

The blazing fire warms my heart

……

"That's enough, that's enough, stop singing!" Yi Yunshu hurriedly interrupted Ye Qilu's singing, and said with a hand on his forehead, "You are not a fire in winter, but a knife in winter."

Ye Qilu spread his hands helplessly.

"But your voice is really good." Yi Yunshu stamped the appraisal, "Although your guitar talent is very high, it's a pity that you can't be the lead singer with such a special voice, and the lead singer can also double as the guitar."

"But I can't sing!"

long silence—

Ye Qilu stared straight at Yi Yunshu who went out and came in again, and finally broke the calm, "Why don't you teach me how to sing?"

In the long silent environment just now, Yi Yunshu had already taken off his shoes and clothes, ran out again and got under the covers.After hearing Ye Qilu's question, Yi Yunshu said, "...".Wrapped in the quilt, he muttered dissatisfiedly: "Why do I teach you everything?"

That's what he said...Ye Qilu coughed slightly to ease the embarrassment, went out to wash up quickly, turned off the light and got into his bed.

The dark cabin fell into silence.

Ye Qilu closed his eyes and prepared to sleep.

I don't know how long it took, Ye Qilu was half asleep, and suddenly someone's breath was getting closer and closer, and finally at a very close distance, he heard that person whispering: "Why don't you move to my house and live with me?" Let me live together? How about I teach you how to sing?"

The author has something to say: Crossroads: Why go to the hut to talk?

Yun Shu: I just like the little black house play~

Crossroads: [Think crookedly] [Think crookedly]

Yunshu: =w=

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Crossroads: [action] [action]

Yun Shu: [Back pain] [PP pain] [QAQ] It's not this play! ! !