[Rebirth] Symphony Philharmonic

"Eh? This, this..." Xia Ziqiang scratched his head anxiously, "I don't have any money, it's enough for one person."

"It's okay, I have money, I can treat you to whatever you want."

"The place I'm going to is so far away that I have to run, and I'm going to sweat again on a hot day."

"Haha, you are so funny, isn't summer just for sweating?"

The child was so blocked that he couldn't speak, Wei He smiled triumphantly. He really enjoyed the feeling of bullying his cronies. Later, that group of people became elite. Pinch someone without hesitation.

Childhood is wonderful.

"How about it, let's go, whichever one you want, you lead the way." Wei He spoke, and the sweat on Xia Ziqiang's forehead became more violent.

The bald heads began to glow under the sun.

"No! I can only eat when I am alone."

"Fuck you, it's not your mother who feeds you one mouthful at a time, how did you swallow it?"

The little bald head was about to get annoyed, and he said directly, "Who are you to me, and don't care what I do so much."

The cicadas chirped sharply, the leaves rustled, and a gust of wind blew by. Wei He was stunned when he heard this, and felt that a gust of wind could blow him away, and the small stones on the ground hit his body, making him Xiao Wei and Xin also grieved.

He seemed to be a little too eager. Thinking about it carefully, he was only reborn once, so he wanted to change everything again, and couldn't help but comment on everything and everyone.

The bald head watched Wei He's face change again and again. He was a little scared, but he ran away quickly. He didn't want to eat or anything. It's his own fault if he starved to death. Just thinking about it, he turned out of the alley There is a film shop that rents out discs, which is Xia Ziqiang's favorite, and all pocket money and meal money are spent here.

And Wei He was still standing there, thinking slowly.

Since he was reborn, he has been involved in a lot of things. It would be nice if he just kept quiet like before, at least he wouldn't know some things, so he wouldn't be able to resist forcing things away from the original track.

Many things have deviated from what I thought before. My past self seems to have sighed countless nights, hoping that life can be repeated, but the purpose at that time was pure, but for the health of my palms and to be able to play again. Just a touching piece of music.

Not only did it almost hurt a person's self-esteem, but it also made the person who was supposed to be his friend run away in fright.

Wei He leaned on the wall, feeling that he had really failed in this life, and that he might as well live a clean and unrestrained life before.He did some self-reflection on the way, and when he walked into the house, he could already hear the strong sound of the kitchen flushing.

"Here?" His grandma turned off the faucet of the sink, poked her head, and felt relieved when she saw the little grandson, "I left the soup for you on the table, it's almost cold, wait for it to heat up before drinking. "

"I don't want to drink it anymore." Wei He frowned and looked at the cold soup, with a white layer of frozen oil floating on it.

"How can you not drink it, you are growing up now."

Wei He also didn't want to talk back to his grandma, and his self-loathing had reached a new peak just now, and he felt that he was really a scum. His grandma can't even hold a spoon, so why don't she drink this bowl of soup again?

The corners of the eyes and the tip of the nose were sore, Wei He ran over and said to the old man viscously, "I'll eat it at dinner, I just ate too much and I'm stuck."

"Not much, there is still a lot of rice in the pot, and your classmate is not a good eater." The old man became a little scrupulous when he mentioned the emerald eyes. How did you meet your classmates?"

"We met at the piano store." Wei He considered for a while, and didn't mention his good deeds of being a hero who saved the beauty, otherwise his grandmother would say that he didn't know anything.

"I know him from the place where he plays the piano. He is also a musical instrument maker? What does he do at home?" Grandma is still a little worried, and wants to know more about every bit of information.

"I don't know about this either." Wei He thought for a while, the emerald-eyed aunt should have a serious job, his mother is a little bit uncertain, and his father seems to have never shown up, so he definitely can't know what information.

"You need to discuss this with your father and let him check it out for you."

"Turn off what?"

"Don't wait for someone with bad conduct." The old man was very afraid that his grandson would be poisoned, "No, I'll help you find out in a few days."

"No, no, no." Wei He hurriedly stopped him, of course he knew the power of gossip, although Ning Feishen was a little far away from his big yard, and the people in the yard were also strange, but the small town is only so big, you have to ask Whose family has a young lady with green eyes, the family background will be exposed at once, and his grandmother may not know what to think of Ning Feichen.

"Why, I still don't believe grandma, what can I do if I ask more."

"He still doesn't admit that he's my friend. If you do this, I'm afraid he'll look at me even more."

"Oh, how dare you look down on my grandson with green eyes." The little grandson I love so much will be disliked by others, and the old man feels awkward, but he still washed the dishes and didn't say anything about asking about it. Yes, Wei He heaved a sigh of relief.

"Then I'll go back to the house and take a nap first."

"Go ahead. Cover yourself with a blanket so you don't catch a cold."

Wei He chuckled, then stepped on the stairs and went upstairs. The violin was placed on the table, receiving the radiation of the sun, and the shell was warmed by the heat. On a whim, he hugged the violin and sat on the sofa again. , no sleepiness, ready to fiddle with two ditties to add to the fun.

It would be even better if you can have a glass of wine to add to the fun.

The strings were a bit loose, he twisted the shaft to tune, he could almost play the violin as a guitar while holding the violin, but he overestimated himself, it seems a little bit reluctant to tune with his ears, the sense of pitch has not yet been practiced, the so-called innate Absolute pitch is something that anyone can encounter, sighed, adjusted the tune casually, then put it on the table and lost interest.

Looking up at the window, there is a pigeon breeder next door, and a pigeon coop was placed on the flower shed of a pavilion built by myself. The pigeons came back from a walk, and ran to the roof to search among the tiles. Pecking with lunch.

Wei He turned on the electric fan, lay down on the bed and closed his eyes to immerse himself. The songs he used to hear slowly floated in his mind, piano, violin, saxophone, flute... all kinds of expensive instruments were mixed together and thrown out by the baton The long lines pulled together into a magnificent symphony.

There was a creaking sound from the stairs, and then the sound of the door being gently pushed open. The floor of the attic was also weak, and the old man came with slow steps.

"I knew it." Wei and grandma murmured, and covered the little grandson with a blanket, "I don't know if I'll catch a cold." The fan's wind power was also turned down, as if they were still looking around in the small room After a while, the old man left slowly.

The melody in Wei He's head gradually sank, and the sad tone began to become intermittent. His eyes finally couldn't hold back, and he squeezed out a lot of tears. He couldn't cry on the bed. Why was he reborn? Why did he reborn himself? still be so sad.

No matter who it is, it makes him feel that he will only get worse and worse, can he do anything, and whether he can't even control his own destiny. Thinking about it this way, it's really ridiculous to point fingers these days.

Just thinking about it, he still fell asleep, and when he woke up, it was time for dinner.

Scratching his head, his eyes were a little sore, he rubbed it, and walked down the stairs in a daze, unable to tell whether it was a dream or reality for a moment.

His father sat in the living room and drank a cigarette, watched Shaoxing opera with the old man, and chatted a few words from time to time.

Wei He walked over to squeeze a seat and sat down. His father put out the cigarette when he saw him, and the two elders were still chatting about Yue opera.

"This Xiaosheng singer used to live next door to our house, and he even hugged Amei when he was a child." Amei was what my grandmother called Wei He's mother, but his mother often found it quite annoying when she heard it.

"That's our next door, no wonder they look familiar." His father and his mother were also neighbors when they were young, they were childhood sweethearts, and later they were sent out together to choose the same major, and they were considered well-matched when they got married.

When Wei's father ran out of cigarettes, he grabbed some melon seeds and knocked them up. Wei He glanced at the TV, and Yiyi babbled to □. He really had a good time.

"This little boy used to have a runny nose and didn't wipe it off. In a blink of an eye, he can put on makeup and be on TV."

"Haha, this is considered amazing."

Wei He had no interest in watching the show, nor in melon seeds, so he asked his father, "When will Mom come?"

As soon as this was mentioned, his grandmother also got excited, "My sister hasn't been here for a long time, when are you planning to come and see his mother?"

"I'm not sure about this..." His father gave Wei He a sneaky look, thinking that he was talkative, but the old man found out about his actions. When the old man started talking, it was easy for him to follow along. think.

"Forget it, what people say about ugly mother, my sister thinks I'm old, I can see it, let her make good money outside."

His father is stiff and doesn't know how to comfort him. In fact, Wei He inherited this from his father, but he still tried his best, "Grandma, don't be sad, mom is busy recently, and I'm here to accompany you .”

"Hey, it's better to be a grandson, my good dog." The old man's eyebrows drooped and aged suddenly, he patted his knees and sighed, then stood up, "Okay, I'm going to cook, you Are you eating here?" She asked Dad Wei.

"Eat, of course I ate." Dad Wei twitched the corner of his mouth, he hadn't recovered from the aftermath just now.

Wei He waited for his grandmother to enter the kitchen, and asked with lowered eyebrows, "Dad, can you stay a few more days and teach me how to play the piano?"