Yizhi

Going to school the next day, before class in the afternoon, a pair of crutches were erected on the seat, Song Yezhi looked at Zhou Yeshan in the back row of the classroom.Zhou Yeshan smiled and said please accept it.

Song Yezhi picked it up and was dumbfounded: "Thank you, it's really timely. If it's delivered a few days later, I'll be fine."

Zhou Yeshan: "How can it be? It's a hundred days of injury. That's fine, otherwise I don't know what to give you as a gift during the holidays."

When Zhao Huan and He heard this, they were two aisles away, and they came all the way to give him a kick.

This session was a class meeting, and the class teacher witnessed Zhao Huan beating Zhou Yeshan before he entered the classroom.

Huang Ju has preconceived ideas, and she doesn't know if the parents of both sides have done ideological work for the children during the winter vacation. Now the bloody and violent scenes look like flirting to her.

"I'm all seated, is the bell for class?"

"Next month's May [-]th Youth Day, there will be a party at the school. I hope that all the students in our class will sign up enthusiastically. Those who are talented, don't hide them, but actively express themselves."

Zhou Yeshan raised his hand symbolically and said, "Teacher, can I perform a handstand for everyone?"

Huang Ju: "This project can be saved until next month's June [-]st, to see if there is a chance."

Song Yezhi sighed again, Teacher Huang is really tolerant.

Zhou Yeshan couldn't stay idle, and asked Song Yezhi if he could play the guitar.

Song Yezhi shook his head.

Zhou Yeshan: "Then what will you do?"

"violin."

Zhou Yeshan: "How good are you? How long have you studied?"

Huang Ju wrote a few names with a pen, glanced around, and asked, "Are there any classmates?"

Song Yezhi: "Six years old...ten years."

Zhou Yeshan clapped his hands together, said hello, and raised his hand symbolically again: "Teacher, Song Yezhi said he wants to apply for the violin!"

As soon as the words fell, Zhao Huan and took the lead in applauding.

This harmonious song successfully attracted Huang Ju's attention.

Cui Fenghuang's eyes rolled around, his gray eyelids drooped and then pulled up, turning his head from time to time to peck at his own wings with his sharp beak.It likes to bark very much, and Song Yingjun thought it had a bright tone and lively singing, but it never barked when facing Song Yezhi.

That's how it is now.

Song Yezhi opened the door of the bird cage again, and it stretched its head out for a while before knowing how to walk out of the cage.After coming out, he just lowered his head and pecked at the ground, making a "click" sound.

Song Yezhi: "Stupid bird."

Tao Guosheng saw it passing by the yard, and said, "How did you get the bird out? Let me see how you explain it when it flew away."

Song Yezhi snorted, and said, "If I had known about flying away, I wouldn't have made me face the wall." He turned his head, and complained on his back, "Uncle Tao, don't you know, when you didn't come, my grandpa Made me stand for half an hour on a January day."

Tao Guosheng: "Oh, it was Beifeng who saved you. It usually starts in two hours."

Hearing the sound, Song Yingjun came out of the back room, picked up the crutch lying on the ground, and said, "Are my feet so sharp? Open the cage again. Your uncle asked you to answer the phone."

Song Yezhi stood up slowly, walked to the room, and said as he walked, "I think this Cui Fenghuang should be raised as a free-range chicken. It won't even fly. It would look good in the yard."

Song Yingjun was puzzled: "Who allowed you to come up with this name, Cui Fenghuang? It sounds terrible."

Song Yezhi: "Which bird doesn't want to be a phoenix? I will realize its ideal for it."

Yi Qingwei coughed lightly, the sound processed by modern technology seemed to be wrapped in a thin layer of plastic, and it was transmitted from the earpiece, waiting for someone to carefully eliminate that little bit of distortion.

"What ideal?"

"It's nothing, uncle, what do you want from me?"

"Zhao Huanyu said, you signed up for the violin for the evening performance."

"That's Zhou Yeshan's booing, it doesn't count." Song Yezhi said, "I was thinking about asking Mr. Huang to cross out the name tomorrow."

Expressing yourself is a chore, attracting attention and attracting criticism.He is not keen on making public appearances, so naturally he doesn't need to endure being judged by others.

"My piano shop has already contacted you."

Even if you don't perform, you still have to buy a piano.

"I also happened to be free on the 4th day, so I could go and see the scene."

Now that I bought the piano, I was not necessarily unwilling to perform on stage.

Yi Qingwei: "Think again?"

The telephone line of the landline was twisted and twisted, and it was tied in a knot, and it could no longer be twisted.

Song Yezhi let go and asked, "Then do you have time to accompany me to buy the piano?"

A few days later, when Song Yezhi and Zhou Yeshan found the piano shop following the address on the paper, it proved that Yi Qingwei was not available.

The piano shop is not big, there are a few student-like people picking out guitars, and one of the clerks is introducing them to them.Song Yezhi and Zhou Yeshan walked over and listened for a while.

The store is small, but the products they sell are all good, and the prices are naturally high. Those students have been hesitant.Seeing that they couldn't finish for a while, Song Yezhi and Zhou Yeshan went to the violin area to take a look.

After a while, someone came to ask: "Hello, do you need to pick a violin?"

Song Yezhi: "Hello, I really need to buy a violin. Excuse me, is Mr. Wang Xinghe here?"

"Sir?" The little girl thought about her boss's usual foolishness, and she couldn't bear the elegance of "Sir". "The boss just came to the store today and said he was waiting for someone. He is now in that room."

Before the words were finished, the people in the room lifted the curtain and came out. The wooden balls were under force, swaying in the air, colliding with each other, making a clattering sound, so crisp, it can be regarded as a kind of musical instrument in the piano shop.

"Are you looking for me?"

Wang Xinghe's hairstyle is ordinary, but Song Yezhi inexplicably thinks that he cut it according to Dou Wei's appearance, or maybe he also thinks it is ordinary, so he dyed it maroon.Fortunately, he is white, thin, and not short, and he barely manages to control the unusual hair color.

"Hello, my uncle asked me to come to Xingli Piano Shop to find Wang Xinghe."

"I'm Wang Xinghe, who is your uncle?"

"Yi Qingwei."

Wang Xinghe opened his eyes wide, froze for a few seconds, and then laughed.With a smile, the unfriendly temperament disappeared completely, and the student's air was fully revealed: "Yi Qingwei is talking about you?"

"My name is Song Yezhi." Song Yezhi pulled Zhou Yeshan, "His name is Zhou Yeshan, my classmate."

"I'm Yi Qingwei's high school classmate. When did he have a nephew?" Wang Xinghe waved his hand, and the little girl went to pour water, "Different surname?"

Song Yezhi: "It's not relative."

Nor is it table.

"What's wrong with your feet?" Wang Xinghe pointed to his crutches.

"It fell not long ago."

Wang Xinghe handed them two glasses of water and said, "Okay, take a look first, which one you like, and I'll call your uncle back, and he asked you to come and give him a letter."

"it is good."

After the person left, Zhou Yeshan sipped hot water, stood next to Song Yezhi and watched the piano together, and said, "This person couldn't help laughing the whole time, and he didn't know what he was laughing at."

Yi Qingwei just finished checking the ward with the teacher, and sat down to drink a glass of water when Wang Xinghe called.

"Hello? He's at your place?"

"Yi Qingwei, you fucking..." Wang Xinghe got stuck.

Yi Qingwei: "What the hell happened to me?"

"One word at a time, the kid at home, said that someone wants to pick a piano, and said that I have to go to the store to get the best one for someone. My kid at home, I thought it was your girlfriend, but it turned out to be your little nephew?"

Yi Qingwei: "I see, aren't you a child? Whose girlfriend is called a child, Wang Xinghe, are you sick?"

"I thought there was something wrong when I saw you being so emphatic and exhorting." Wang Xinghe laughed haha, "That's right, my girlfriend hasn't seen you being so caring."

Yi Qingwei was too lazy to listen to him: "It's fine when the person arrives, just get out and wait."

When Wang Xinghe came out this time, the movement of lifting the curtain was a bit smaller.

"How about it, do you like it?"

Song Yezhi was bending over to touch the strings of the piano, and turned to look at him: "There...are there only factory pianos? I think...is there any handmade ones?"

Really knowledgeable.

Wang Xinghe asked them to follow him into the room: "When your uncle called me a few days ago, I went to find you one. One of the best violin makers in the city produces one or two violins a year."

He opened the piano case: "How is it?"

Song Yezhi looked at it for a long time, Zhou Yeshan asked him how he was, and he said, very good, better than his original one.

He gently closed the piano case and asked, "How much is this piano?"

Song Yezhi asked Song Yingjun for the card, but Wang Xinghe waved his hand and said, "I'll see you off."

He also wrapped accessories such as shoulder pads and rosin, handed them to Song Yezhi, and said, "Come to me if you need maintenance and polishing in a year or so."

Song Yezhi took out the card from his schoolbag and was pushed back by Wang Xinghe.

"Yi Qingwei and I have been in love for so many years, and the money is ruined." He pointed at the door, "Hey, did you see that car? Your uncle gave it to me, and I took it without blinking. Just a piano, I have a lot here, take it away."

"Get in the car and see you two off."

Zhou Yeshan walked behind Song Yezhi side by side, and whispered, "Why don't you assign me such an uncle?"

After thinking about it, he said, "Why don't you assign me such a high school classmate?"

Song Yezhi: "Help me hold the piano, thank you."

Zhou Yeshan: "..."

Song Yezhi: "I tie my shoelaces."

Zhou Yeshan looked down at him and said to himself: "Forget it, this one is not bad."

At the door, just as the car door was opened, there was a rush of high-heeled shoes. Before I saw the person, I heard the sound first.

"Wang Xinghe!"

Wang Xinghe looked at the rearview mirror, got out of the car, and said teasingly: "It's really coming as soon as I said it."

The cold weather in April is still there, and the wind blows head-on, making people shiver for a while.The person who came was bare-legged and wore a knee-length skirt and a camel-colored windbreaker.

"Where is Yi Qingwei's girlfriend?"

Song Yezhi: "..."

Zhou Yeshan: "..."

Wang Xinghe patted Song Yezhi's shoulder, and smiled again after knowing that Song Yezhi was actually Yi Qingwei's nephew: "Come, let me introduce you, this one, a kid from Yi Qingwei's family, Song Yezhi. This one, The kid's classmate, Zhou Yeshan."

He patted the girl's shoulder again: "Here, Yu Shiying, the three of us are high school classmates."

Yu Shiying looked at Wang Xinghe suspiciously, and asked "promised girlfriend"?

"Hi, Yi Qingwei is my uncle."

After making a fool of himself, Yu Shiying smiled half-embarrassedly: "Hello."

Wang Xinghe: "Okay, I'll take them home, you... just stay where it's hot."

Yu Shiying threw her bag into the passenger seat and said, "Please take me home, thank you."

On the way, Wang Xinghe was still teasing: "If you are not used to wearing high heels and short skirts, don't wear them. If you walk crookedly, it is better not to wear them."

Yu Shiying asked: "Did you see your rival wearing a coat and underpants to meet?"

Song Yezhi and Zhou Yeshan were in the back seat, as if they knew something serious.

Song Yezhi looked out the window and saw the trees passing by on the street. He touched the back of the mobile phone in his pocket, rubbed it until it became slightly hot, and finally turned his head back and asked, "Sister, do you learn to draw?"

Yu Shiying turned to look at him, smiled and said, "Yes, how do you know?"

Song Yezhi nodded: "My uncle mentioned you."

Yu Shiying's eyes lit up: "What did he mention about me?"

Song Yezhi: "He said that the painting set was bought by his classmates from the Academy of Fine Arts."

There are also students from the Academy of Fine Arts who put Bi She aside, the most important thing is to give him a painting first.

Yu Shiying: "That's right, so it was for you? You also learned to draw?"

Song Yezhi: "Yes, thank you, very professional and easy to use."

Wang Xinghe interjected: "Yu Shiying, I think your efforts are in the wrong direction, you might as well be Yi Qingwei's niece."

"Shut up and drive your car!"

Song Yezhi looked out of the window again, there were no trees on the sidewalk of this road.

He endured it again and again, and almost asked rudely:

Sister, you gave me the painting, and the perfume too?