Rebirth of Guqin

They were discussing each other's papers in a low voice.

"Zhou Yiqing, what's for lunch?" The last get out of class bell rang in the morning, Long Ziqi finished writing the last stroke, and greeted Zhou Yiqing who was about to go out.

"I'm going to the cafeteria." Zhou Yiqing showed Long Ziqi his empty hands and wallet: "Do you want to go together?"

"Of course." Long Ziqi stuffed the paper into the drawer, and quickly caught up with Zhou Yiqing: "Zhou Yiqing, do you know that it is said that a professor of some sort will come to our school the day after tomorrow to give an open class for us in the third year of junior high school?" Up."

"What do you teach? Chinese or English?" Zhou Yiqing walked forward. In fact, he had no interest in public classes. In real public classes, those lecturers would not bring out his most important things at all.

On the contrary, Long Ziqi was very interested. Although he studied well and worked very hard, as a 15-year-old middle school student, he was still very dispassionate: "Not at all. According to inside information, it's Guqin. Do you know Guqin?"

Guqin?To be honest, Zhou Yiqing has lived for so many years. He has only heard of qin, chess, calligraphy and painting, and has also seen so-called Go, calligraphy, and traditional Chinese painting, but he really doesn't know what Guqin is.

Looking at Zhou Yiqing who shook his head honestly, Long Ziqi, who has a famous pianist mother at home, was very excited to spread the knowledge to his good friends: "Guqin, Guqin is, you know Qinqi Calligraphy and painting." Zhou Yiqing nodded, as a Chinese, we all know this: "Guqin is the first of Qin, chess, calligraphy and painting, a musical instrument with seven strings, and from the appearance, it should be the same as Guzheng."

Like Guzheng?Have seven strings?Zhou Yiqing, who had seen the Guzheng before, thought about it. He really couldn't imagine what a Guzheng with seven strings would look like.

The author has something to say: If all goes well, Guqin will officially appear tomorrow, and Yaoshou will definitely explain Guqin clearly. "Preparation" manuscript ~~

3. The Guqin open class that was almost forgotten...

"Oh, I don't know what to say anyway. When the professor comes, you will know." Long Ziqi himself knew that what he said was a little unclear, but the picture he saw was quite like this .

Shaking his head, Zhou Yiqing was speechless for Long Ziqi, who was often in a rough state. His interest was finally aroused by Long Ziqi, but it was a pity that he had to wait three days before he could know the answer.

Zhou Yiqing misses computers and the Internet very much at this time. In the era when basically everyone has a computer at home, why should he be so depressed? When he returns home, he turns on the computer, connects to the Internet, searches on Google, and everything comes up , and now... there are not even a few Internet cafes around, let alone a personal computer at home.

"Long Ziqi, let's go play ball after dinner." Zhou Yiqing felt aggrieved and wanted to abuse others.

Long Ziqi was very happy when he heard Zhou Yiqing's words, and he even walked a little faster: "Okay, find those people from Class [-], and I will fight you. Zhou Yiqing, just wait to torture me. "

abuse him?Zhou Yiqing's footsteps are brisk. He has not spent all these years in vain. No matter how bad he is, he cannot be inferior to a "nerd" who is so much younger than his soul.

Zhou Yiqing and Long Ziqi were fighting and headed towards the cafeteria. Zhou Yiqing felt that his soul seemed to be relaxed a lot when he was back at the age of 16.

After having dinner in the cafeteria and leaving school at night, Zhou Yiqing let out a long sigh of relief. Well, one has to be talented to play basketball. His soul age is almost twice that of Long Ziqi, but today he was defeated by Long Ziqi. That guy was abused.

The house is very quiet and there are no lights on.It is not too late to leave school at night in the third day of junior high school. After finishing the afternoon classes, there is only one extra class of evening self-study in the evening, so it is released at 07:30.The summer sky is still slightly bright at this time, and the original fire-like glow in the west has become dim. The light orange is reflected in the dark blue sky, and there is an inexplicable sense of distance.

Opening the house with a key, Zhou Yiqing had already mentally prepared for the empty house. He still remembered that he was most helpless at this time. In fact, it was not that he didn't know the situation at home. But whenever I go home and don't see anyone, there's always a feeling of resentment that builds up all the time.

Zhou Yiqing, who had never been used to loneliness, turned on the lights at home, wherever he went, the living room was on, the toilet was on, and in his room he had to turn on the headlights and the desk lamp at the same time.

The homework for the third year of junior high school is not too little, but for those who have gone to high school, it is not too much. Zhou Yiqing followed Long Ziqi today and rushed to catch up with the homework when class was over. When he returned home, all he had left was I wrote a few math correction questions and signed the parents of all the papers.

Following the train of thought given by the teacher, Zhou Yiqing read the questions bit by bit, looking at the hints written down when the teacher was lecturing the questions from time to time, and solved it in less than half an hour.

Putting all the papers on the dining table in the living room, Zhou Yiqing knew that his father would definitely see it when he came back.Although his grades at this time were not good, they were already pretty good compared to those in high school later, so Zhou Yiqing didn't have any burden, just looking at such grades, and thinking about Long Ziqi's grades, Zhou Yiqing became more determined With the idea of ​​learning as soon as possible, this time he must not be left behind by Long Ziqi, and must become a son that makes his parents proud.

Went to the toilet and took a quick shower, Zhou Yiqing returned to the room, lay down heavily on the bed, then thought of something, stood up again, put it on the desk, took out the physics book, and read carefully looked up.

He has fallen behind quite a bit, and if he wants to surpass others, he must start now, seize all the time, and work harder.

However, no matter how hard he tried, Zhou Yiqing couldn't survive until his parents came back.But he knew that when his father and mother came home, they must have opened the door of his room, stood at the door and watched him carefully for a long time before leaving.

There is no reason, Zhou Yiqing just knows.

Time passed day after day like this, and the life in the third year of junior high school was always protected without any disturbance.There are always people who say that the college entrance examination is so good. In fact, teachers, parents and candidates are no more relaxed during the high school entrance examination than when preparing for the high school entrance examination. However, the high school entrance examination has super enthusiastic attention from social media, while the high school entrance examination will only be ignored. Just a few casual mentions.

"Zhou Yiqing, hurry up, let's get a seat." Just after a class in the afternoon, Long Ziqi, who was sitting near the corridor, hurriedly threw all his things into the drawer, like a monkey Jumping around.

Zhou Yiqing put the English book he had just used into his schoolbag, and glanced at Long Ziqi, who was about to scratch his head in a hurry, and felt the corners of his eyes twitch: "Long Ziqi, why are you crazy?"

Grabbing Zhou Yiqing's hand that was about to continue cleaning things slowly, Long Ziqi, who had run out of patience, pulled Zhou Yiqing up and walked outside: "Oh, Comrade Zhou Yiqing, I told you just after school started, today's Aren't you very interested in the fact that some professor is coming to our school to play that guqin?"

Guqin, the one with only seven strings?Zhou Yiqing quickly followed Long Ziqi, he was really busy during this time: "I forgot, hurry up, take the first row."

Long Ziqi took a strange look at Zhou Yiqing. If they hadn't been in and out together these few days, he really thought Zhou Yiqing was bewitched: "You are stupid, the first row is the teacher's. Exclusive seats, let's join in the fun."

"The same goes for the second row." Annoyed that he almost made a big mistake, Zhou Yiqing decided that he must occupy the second row, or be in the middle.

They are lucky. As boys, they have an advantage in walking, but other boys walk faster for the position in the last few rows, and they are for the front position. Therefore, Zhou Yiqing got the first place as he wished. The second row, the section in the middle, is next to the corridor.

It's really not that Long Ziqi and Zhou Yiqing wanted to sit like this. They were stupid when they came in. The potential of the girls should not be underestimated. There are only a few seats in the second row that are close to the corridor. They can catch up with the one in the middle. Duan's joint seat can definitely be regarded as Zhou Yiqing and Long Ziqi burning incense.

Students are always excited, and the third-year junior high school students who can not attend the regular class are like swallows out of their nests, making the whole hall full of chattering noises.

And the teacher is always late, the class bell rang for a quarter of an hour, and an old man dressed in a dark blue Tang suit and holding a rectangular musical instrument walked in.As soon as the old man came in, the teachers who had been sitting in the first row surrounded him, led the old man onto the stage, and put the musical instrument in his hand on a wooden table with a height of about [-] cm from visual inspection. The table looked very simple, a bit like the case that Zhou Yiqing had seen in the ancient Chinese class, and there was a stool about [-]cm high behind the table, which seemed very uncoordinated.

The old man walked behind the stage specially used for speaking, tried the microphone, and calmed everyone down: "Good afternoon, everyone. My surname is Xu, the old man. I am a teacher of Chinese music at the ZY Conservatory of Music. The dean of the Conservatory of Music was invited by your school today to come and talk about Guqin with you.

What is Guqin?Today, the old man, I brought a