[FTISLAND Hoon Ki] Secret1969

"Lee Jae-jin's Diary"——

In the early spring of 2010, their birthday was approaching, and the special FM with fans ended perfectly with the beautiful guitar ensemble.They have prepared for this moment for a long time, and they have the capital to show off.Especially Hongji brother.

He can't play the guitar, but he has a precious guitar.He has always been disliked by Brother Zhong Xun, who will never be able to play it well, but he is unwilling to move forward with the expected ending, so he looks for teachers everywhere, on the Internet, or Song Seung-hyun, but he does not look for Brother Zhong Xun.

Most people think that the bass is not much different from the guitar, but it is not.The reason there are two instruments is because the pronunciation and timbre effects are independent.Separate instruments should not be lumped together, that would make them sad.So it's impossible for me to pat my chest and say I know guitar.

No one can stop what Brother Hongji is determined to do.He wanted to give a surprise to his fans, and it was also a birthday present for himself.Among the frequent sound fragments in the dormitory that can only be described as disturbing noise, only Brother Hongji was safe and sound, and we who were in it suffered a lot.

"This is demolishing the house!" The outspoken little Celery raised her head from a pile of Japanese learning materials.The disheveled hair on both sides showed how much he protested the moment.

Since we took the Japanese class in Japan, we have to review it almost every day. After all, we can communicate with fans only after we have mastered it.

You can tell by looking at it, the little celery is the fastest growing.The slowest one is Brother Zhong Xun. It’s strange to say that the one who doesn’t like studying the most is Hongji brother. Why is it the opposite?

With an excuse, getting rid of student status is a matter of course.Brother Zhong Xun pointed out the key points he drew to Song Seung-hyun. It is still a mystery whether Song Seung-hyun, who started later, will counterattack. Seeing him humbly asking for advice, it seems very reasonable to come from behind.

I adjusted the flat glasses that I had specially put on.The scenery outside the light surface is still the same, the male dormitory is not much better, piled up, arranged, never cleared, and the space will always become narrower.Brother Hongji, who was sitting cross-legged on the ground, hummed softly, shaking his head too much, which seemed to be intentional, and gave a greeting to Brother Zhong Xun who stepped forward.

The iron head seemed to have no power, so Zhong Xun sat down behind Hong Ji leisurely, and reached the guitar smoothly with an elbow.Musical instruments can also recognize people. It seems to be easy to touch, and it sounds suddenly enlightened.

Hongji pouted.Firstly, he didn't want to find Cui Zhongxun, and secondly, he didn't want Cui Zhongxun to teach, but they were all broken.To express his displeasure, he twisted his body, but it had no effect. Brother Zhong Xun's powerful arm encircled him during the playing, and this twist made him even more close to Brother Zhong Xun. I followed suit.

"Hongji, here's what it looks like..." Brother Zhong Xun raised his eyebrows and taught.

"Got it, got it." Brother Hongji was still struggling.

"What do you know, you didn't even look at it!"

"I'm self-taught..."

"Then play "Confession" again."

"This one is too simple, here comes the complicated one..."

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Maybe we should be together.

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Received a CF ad.

Take a diary with you as well.There are only a few pages left to read, and the story itself is not finished.There is no beginning or end, because most of the time I don't know what to say.

But if it wasn't for them, if it wasn't for these words, Li Hongji wouldn't know that he still had such emotions.

I should have it too, didn't I realize it earlier, but I was very angry with myself like this.I can't understand that kind of possessiveness from friends, and I don't understand why I don't want the other party to get involved in my secret circle that is not humane.

"You are special."

When we first met, the middle-aged man told him so.He is not good-looking at all, with a thick back and waist, but his eyes have glaucoma, and the combination of strange facial features has no sense of beauty at all. I really hope that he will go to a plastic surgery hospital for facial shattering treatment.

"That's why I need your singing voice."

In the archives, Cui Zhongxun was still holding a stack of documents.The part where the fingers are raised together is about the case that had no results four years ago.If someone died, at least there was a body.But there was nothing but the school building bathed in a fire.

Disappeared, as if never existed.

It was already evening when we returned to the residence, and Hongji stayed for the commercial shooting, and he was the only one in the room.The empty duplex was even more gloomy against the backdrop of the wooden floor.

They have a room for each of them, and the rest pile up unnecessary things.Pushing open the door, Zhong Xun found some discarded sheet music and a guitar among these "unnecessary" things.

Touching again, there is already a sense of unfamiliarity.It turns out that it has been so long, and I have not touched music for so long, and I will soon forget the original intention of playing the guitar with the piano on.

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Is your original intention still there?

I'm not asking you, but the person behind you.

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The music score is scribbled, a few lines are out of tune, and some keys are too high, even Hongji's voice may not be able to adapt.

Thinking of Hongji, I thought of those singing voices that penetrated into the depths of my heart.Really only this guy can do it, lock his sight, control his steps.

No matter how much time passes, he will eventually come back and come back to this person's side.

There is only the guitar, but Zhong Xun is eager to try it.He was looking for the pick, but he didn't dare to tune the string casually, and needed a booster.Unknowingly, he arrived at Hongji's room, with the door half-opened, thinking that the Lord was there, but when he opened the door, only cosmos blooming in front of the window.

Smells like an acoustic guitar.

The simplicity is a bit too much, Hongji's living habits have changed, and he is no longer as sloppy as he was in college. All the items are placed very neatly, which makes people easily think of that pure smiling face.

He took out the vermilion box from behind a figure in the bookcase, the faint white was pulled out because of his busy hands and feet.At the end is a device emblazoned with "HG" in capital letters.

He seemed to have touched a hot potato, and subconsciously put it back.The picks are already found and placed on the table, along with the stand mic.

Before going out, I took the initiative to close the door, and then glanced at the cosmos, and immediately heard the movement from the entrance cabinet.

Hongji has seen him.

Hastily, flustered, it was all written on his face anyway.Officer Cui, whom the outside world admires, is no different from the past in front of him.Maybe just fitter, more masculine in stature and features, and muscular.

A guy with big limbs has a fucking low EQ.

Choi Jong-hoon seemed to be talking about something, moving his mouth while going downstairs, Hongji squinted his eyes, turned his hand and pressed the lamp holder, changing from a single-tube round wall lamp to a double-tube square lamp.

The room was brightened.