The correct posture to kill a rival

"How about you move in and live with me? How about I teach you how to sing?"

"It's obviously not very good." Ye Qilu turned over, turned his back to Yi Yunshu, and said in a daze, "Your home is in Xicheng, and I usually go to school."

Yi Yunshu weighed the distance from Houhai to No. 26 in his mind, and it was indeed not close. He thought for a while, "Then forget it."

"En——" Ye Qilu responded softly, wondering if it was because he was thinking day by day and dreaming at night, he asked while he was half asleep and half awake, "Are you my master?"

"..." Yi Yunshu was silent for a while, then snorted coldly, "You have a good idea!"

Ye Qilu muttered inarticulately, then fell into a deep sleep.

The next morning.

Ye Qilu's grandparents get up at 5 o'clock every day to go to the morning market to buy vegetables.

It's less than 6 o'clock after buying vegetables.

As soon as the old couple entered Ye Qilu's hut, they were taken aback for a moment - the two young men were wrapped in a blanket and fell asleep soundly.

Who is this person?

Not Bai Pengfei, nor Ye Qilu's other friends.

Maybe it was a high school classmate who had never been brought back—the old couple thought so, and went out to make breakfast.

Because my grandson's classmate came, I made a few more side dishes than usual.

Ye Qilu woke up at 6 o'clock on time.

After getting dressed and going out, Grandma Ye was distributing bowls and chopsticks at the dining table, she asked softly, "Who is that person?"

Of course Ye Qilu knew that "that person" refers to Yi Yunshu, so he said casually, "Ah, he, I am a senior, two years older than me, this year a third year in high school, last night he left school late, There were no cars on the road, so I took him home."

"Oh, so it's the third year of high school." Grandma Ye continued to divide the bowls and chopsticks, and suddenly thought of something, she turned to Ye Qilu and said, "Then the college entrance examination is just over a month away!"

Ye Qilu squeezed toothpaste on the toothbrush: "That's right."

"The pressure must be greater!" Grandma Ye said.

Mr. Ye sat at the dinner table and asked quietly, "How is his grade?"

Ye Qilu nodded while brushing his teeth, closed his eyes and blew wildly, "I'm going to Tsinghua."

Mr. Ye was very satisfied: "Then you have to learn more from your seniors. Although we don't object to you playing guitar while studying, you can't put the cart before the horse. Grandpa's family was poor at that time. Your grandpa died on the battlefield. I'm a boy, and I didn't even get to go to college. Your father was just catching up with the ten-year event. Your grandma and I didn't dare to send him to study. You must remember that you are two generations of us. man's hope."

Ye Qilu just finished washing, so he said without emotion: "Why do you mention him when he's so good?"

Grandma Ye earnestly said: "No matter how much you hate him, he is also your father."

"My father?" Ye Qilu sneered, "Do you think the two of them seem to be children and parents? I am this year, and the three of us have been living together for 18 years. What else do they want?"

The old couple of the Ye family wanted to say something more, but Ye Qilu waved his hands and said irresistibly: "I love you and respect you, there is no need for us to create rifts between our grandparents and grandchildren. I thank you for your kindness in nurturing, and I will Filial piety to you for the rest of your life, that's it. I'll wake him up—" Ye Qilu turned around and entered the hut.

Yi Yunshu was tightly wrapped in a quilt, sitting cross-legged on the bed, hugging herself into a ball, with a lock of hair standing on top of her head, just like an antenna.

Ye Qilu knowingly asked, "Are you awake?"

Yi Yunshu whispered, "You guys are arguing so loudly, and I'm not deaf."

"Get up when you wake up." Ye Qilu walked to the front of the bookcase and said while looking for reference books, "I told my grandparents that you are my senior, so don't talk about it."

"If you want me to say—" Yi Yunshu paused for a few seconds, "Let's put aside the band business first. You should study first and then go to university. Anyway, it's only two years. During this period, you will continue to study guitar, learn Wouldn't it be great to learn to sing and arrange music, bass and drums, etc.?"

Ye Qilu silently focused all his attention on the bookshelf.

"Actually, I wanted to tell you yesterday." Yi Yunshu wrapped the quilt tighter, "In fact, this circle is still very snobbish, and everyone likes talented and skilled people, so that you can save yourself a lot of walking detours—but how can such a person take a fancy to you? Only you are also a person who is superior. So you are still fledgling, make yourself better, you can find more Good teammate."

Ye Qilu was still looking for books on the bookshelf, and asked casually, "For example?"

"For example, let's say Qiu Jialan." Yi Yunshu was finally willing to crawl out of the bed, picked up his clothes and put them on slowly, "After something happened to the full-level band, only Qiu Jialan was left in the whole band, that's Qiu Jialan, one of the best guitar masters in Beijing and even in China, can be regarded as half of my master—so many people fell in love with him, but they were all kicked out of him in the end."

Ye Qilu took out a book from the bookshelf and cursed at the same time: "It deserves it! He just went through that kind of sad thing, and it hasn't been a few months, and he chased him to join other bands. What is unhappiness?"

"What you said is indeed a large part of the reason." Yi Yunshu had already put on her clothes, "But there is also a big reason that those people are really beyond their control. Qiu Jialan doesn't like them at all."

"—Xiaolu!"

Grandma Ye knocked on the door.

"Well, here we come—" Ye Qilu yelled back, then turned to Yi Yunshu and said, "Let's go, wash up, and then have breakfast."

Yi Yunshu nodded.

The hourglass of time is always passing by inadvertently.

Spring in the north is often fleeting, and summer is coming one after another in the breath.

Ye Qilu still practices guitar in the classroom every night after self-study. His guitar level has already improved by leaps and bounds, and he has reached countless levels.

By chance one night, Di Fei came to No. 26 Middle School to play with Ye Qilu, and heard his guitar from a distance.

Di Fei's jaw was about to drop to the floor - unbelievable!It's too fantastic!

He couldn't even believe that it was played by Ye Qilu. To prove it, he quickly ran over - sitting on the classroom window sill, holding the guitar and playing lightly, it was clearly Ye Qilu.

"Fuck!" Difei couldn't help interrupting Ye Qilu, he ran to the window sill, stretched out his hand and patted Ye Qilu's calf vigorously, "Where did you go to study in a deep mountain and old forest? Or did you get it?" What is the true biography of an expert in the world? It's so awesome!"

Seeing Di Fei who appeared suddenly, Ye Qilu was a little confused by his rambling question, "Huh?"

"Ah what!" Di Fei excitedly patted Ye Qilu again, "Hurry up and recruit it truthfully!"

Ye Qilu repeated again, "Huh?"

"I forgot who told you that you are a guitar genius. It was a long time ago, and I thought that person was talking nonsense!" Difei shouted, "I didn't expect you to be a genius! Come on, how did you play the last chord just now?" Yes! Teach me, teach me, teach me—”

"That's it—" Ye Qilu lightly touched the strings a few times and showed Di Fei a demonstration.

Difei made a fuss over there: "Fuck me! Awesome!"

"..." Ye Qilu was speechless, smiled wryly, and said in disapproval, "Is this awesome? You haven't seen a really awesome one, have you? The one who can play the guitar so well that it blooms. "

Difei looked confused: "Flowers bloom? What do you mean?"

"It's literally." Ye Qilu put away the guitar and jumped off the window sill, "Not only can flowers bloom, but you can also smell the fragrance."

Difei was stunned, "Ah?" After a cry, "Are you sure you're not talking about the plot in a martial arts novel? Could it be that the guitar can shatter people's internal organs?"

"Hi!" Ye Qilu tapped Feifei helplessly, "What nonsense are you talking about!"

"I don't understand, I still don't understand." Difei said.

"Don't understand if you don't understand!" Ye Qilu said, "Let's go home."

Ye Qilu and Difei left the school together.

Ye Qilu sighed inwardly.

Today is Monday.

His master never appeared again.

At the beginning of July, Ye Qilu finished his final exam for the first semester of senior high school.

As soon as he walked out of the school gate that afternoon, he saw a motorcycle parked across the small road in front of the school gate.

That motorcycle is different from the popular models that run all over the street.

It has been artificially transformed, and the big flying wings on both sides of the motorcycle, let alone Dora style in that era-especially among young people.

What's more, the owner of the motorcycle, wearing a clean white shirt and jeans, carrying a special guitar case, paired with a toad mirror and chewing gum, is called a high-spirited and high-spirited man.

Without exception, the students passing by would take a sneak peek at him—who is he waiting for?

Ye Qilu stopped when he saw the man.

Obviously, the other party also found him.

Because the motorcycle has restarted.

Between lightning and thunder, the motorcycle with huge flying wings stopped steadily in front of Ye Qilu.

"Get in the car—" the man's low and magnetic voice sounded, "I'll take you to a fun place."

A gust of wind blows.

Ye Qilu raised his hand to hold down the black hair dancing in the wind, "Where are you going?"

"A party like no other!"

After a few seconds.

There is an extra person on the back seat of the motorcycle.

"Tudu—" the sound of the motorcycle starting.

Then, like an arrow leaving the string, it flew out, leaving only a flashing silhouette.