Your brother will take you to lie down and win

Feng Shuwen didn't react until he finished scanning all the papers and went back to the master bedroom to wash and rest.

No, his brother stopped studying in the middle of junior high school, and didn't go to high school for a day. How could he know the knowledge points of high school?

Little did he know, Feng Rui had to drop out of school to take care of his family, because he was unwilling to drop out, and he had some regrets about going to school, over time, it became an obsession.

So these years, he has nothing to do at home, and he will flip through books when he is free.

Sometimes it's textbooks that Feng Shuwen doesn't use, sometimes it's exercise books that his younger brother casually left at home, and many books have scanned electronic versions on the Internet, so you can download them and read them at will.

Looking at it this way, he only moves his eyes but doesn't move his hands, and never brushes up on the questions. Naturally, his learning is not systematic enough, but he can't stand the battle line for a long time and has a wide range of knowledge points. Feng Rui himself is very smart and has a good memory. He even learned high school content A seven seven eight eight.

With such a poor foundation, it may not be possible to pass the exam seriously, and it is not too difficult to follow the teacher to correct a paper.

What's more, Feng Rui has a "foreign aid" here——

Huo Lingran left that afternoon and didn't come back. When Feng Rui was alone in the classroom, he really couldn't understand a few questions, and he didn't find similar question types from other reference books, so he sent a message to Huo Lingran, pretending to be Feng Rui's substitute. Shu Wen borrowed the paper.

Huo Lingran naturally did not refuse.

At that time, Feng Rui thought that the wechat for contacting the tenants would be handed over to Feng Shuwen, so he added Huo Lingran on his other account in advance, and told him that he would use this account to contact him in the future.

Huo Lingran: Good.

When the two brothers were studying together in the study at night, they even chatted about Huo Lingran.

Feng Shuwen always had all kinds of resentment towards this top Yuren talent who rejected him. He felt that this person was cold and arrogant, difficult to get along with, and he also disliked him inexplicably and visibly with the naked eye.

"Where did I offend him? He doesn't like me?"

What Feng Rui cares about is completely different from his brother.

"Is he popular at school?"

Feng Shuwen said while writing the question: "Yeah, Xueba, the first in the grade, and participated in various competitions to win awards, but he is famous, and he is popular in the international department."

Glancing at Feng Rui, he tasted it: "There is also a landlord who is also a brother of another family who sent shoes."

Feng Rui snorted: "Didn't I let you hug my thigh?" I still hold the grudge to this day.

Feng Shuwen also snorted: "Did he not let me hold my thigh? He just wanted to die."

Feng Rui: "Are you relying on others not to help you? Read a book."

The next day, Feng Shuwen got up early on purpose to make a nutritious breakfast for his family's newly promoted high school students, but just after waking up, the fat man came and brought them breakfast.

Feng Shuwen wondered, "Why did you come here so early?"

Fatty: "Oh, I'll take your brother to school."

Feng Shuwen complained: "Why didn't you send me off before?"

The fat man smiled: "If you want to be treated like your brother, you have to be able to let me call you brother."

Feng Shuwen pointed to his face, and said arrogantly: "I am your brother Rui in name now."

The real Brother Rui came out with his schoolbag in his school uniform.

The fat man looked at him, pouted and whistled.

Feng Rui sat down at the dining table, glanced at the fat man: "Come and see the fun?"

Fatty: "Come and escort me."

"By the way, on the way to see you off, I will give you a few friendly reminders."

Twenty minutes later, on the way to school, Fatty drove, Feng Shuwen was the co-driver, and Feng Rui was in the back row.

The fat man looked in the rearview mirror while driving: "Brother, please keep a low profile!"

"You are going to school for your younger brother to continue your life, not for yourself, so don't easily let go of our overly outstanding male charm."

In a word: don't show off.

Fatty: "When the time comes, all the girls in the school will be crazy about you."

Feng Shuwen: "????"

Feng Shuwen looked at the fat man: What kind of flattery is this?

The fat man glanced at Feng Shuwen: "Don't believe me."

Feng Shuwen also had to tell Fatty: "Our school is full of strong people, and they are all quite knowledgeable. It is unlikely that the scene you mentioned will happen."

Why are you crazy about you?

Does rock kill Matt?

Girls who grew up rich and well-off should not be too high-minded.

Even if you are number one in your school, tenth in piano, and have all kinds of certificates in hand, if they say they don't like you, they really don't even look down on you.

The fat man smiled, not arguing with Feng Shuwen: just wait and see.

Feng Shuwen suddenly thought of something, and turned to look at the back seat: "By the way, brother, we have piano lessons today."

People like Yuan Ba ​​and Wu Ze cannot be avoided.

Feng Rui said calmly: "Yes, I see."

After a while, he said to the fat man who was driving in front, "Don't forget to bring a bouquet of flowers when you go to No. 2 Jiangchuan Road."

Feng Shuwen: No. 2 Jiangchuan Road?

Fatty: "Remember, don't worry."

Not long after, Feng Rui got off the car, Fatty and Feng Shuwen watched him swipe his card to enter the school.

When Feng Rui's figure disappeared into the school, Feng Shuwen turned around and asked the fat man, "No. 2 Jiangchuan Road?"

Fatty: "Oh, a rented house."

Feng Shuwen: "Going to go now?"

The fat man asked back, "Can you dig out the toilet?"

Smiling under Feng Shuwen's stunned expression, he slammed the gas pedal: "Come on, the first low-level landlord training class starts with cleaning the toilet."

—

On the other side, Feng Rui entered the school, entered the classroom, and handed in homework.

In the half morning after handing in the homework, apart from going to the toilet twice, I stayed in my seat all the time, either attending class or sorting out knowledge points on paper with textbooks.

——This is his own method, which is convenient for him to know what content in the textbook he has learned, and what content he understands and what he does not know.

He was doing this the whole morning before the piano class started, flipping through the textbooks quickly, sorting out the knowledge points quickly, and because he was too quiet and too focused, he revealed a completely different appearance from the original Feng Shuwen—— ——There is a faint aura that no one should enter.

After watching the second class, the boy sitting next to him glanced at him, and the boy in the front seat also turned his head to look at him several times.

The two murmured in a low voice: "Oh, what is he doing?"

"who knows?"

"Is he dealing with textbooks?"

"what!?"

Feng Rui ignored it and concentrated on doing his own thing.

During the period, I received a message from Yu Qian, reminding him to take it easy for today's piano lesson, not to go if he can, and to find any excuse to skip class, lying is better than confronting Yuan Ba's group head-on.

The third class is elective.

During the recess time, all the students in the class got up and left the classroom, people came and went in the corridor, and everyone went to different elective classrooms for class.

Feng Rui found the textbook for the piano class, picked up a pen, and left without a bag.

When I walked to the Art Building and went up the stairs, I met a few girls who were also taking piano lessons, and heard a few people chatting——

"Don't draw me to play today."

"Me too, don't smoke me either."

"Aren't you ready?"

"It's useless to prepare it. It's not a piece for the grade test. It has to be an original score, with artistic conception and emotion. It's okay to play it casually. I'm sure I can't do it so seriously."

Feng Rui walked behind several girls and followed into the piano classroom.

The classroom is a fan-shaped staircase, with one row of seats higher than the other, and the piano used for teaching is placed next to the lowest podium.

Half of the students came to the classroom one after another, Feng Rui randomly found a row of six seats and sat down.

As soon as he sat down, Wu Ze and a tall, shaved boy came up from the aisle on the other side, and sat in the same row as Feng Rui, separated by two seats.

Feng Rui turned his head and glanced. The short-haired boy who was close to him was holding a music textbook in front of him. He looked ahead and didn't look at him. Wu Ze, who was next to him, looked over with a bad expression, saying, "Wait, I want you to look good today." "It's a slap in the face.

Feng Rui withdrew his gaze, knowing that this short-cut boy was Yuan Ba.

After a while, a beautiful girl with snow-white skin and mid-length hair with bangs walked into the classroom.

As soon as the girl came in, a companion sitting in the front row waved to her: "Lan Xin!"

The girl walked over, sat down, and didn't even look at the back row of the lecture theater, but many people, especially the boys, were looking at her, including Yuan Ba ​​and Wu Ze.

Feng Rui also took a look, but his motive for looking was different from others, not because she was particularly beautiful, but because he recognized the girl named Jiang Lanxin——

It was the female student from the International Department who was unbearably harassed by sending love letters and even complained.

It turned out to be her.

Feng Rui recognized it. Apart from thinking of the stupid things his brother did and feeling sorry for the girl, he didn't have any other feelings.

Soon, piano lessons began.

As soon as the teacher came up, he accepted the homework assigned after the end of the class last week, and asked someone to play the original score.

After ordering a few students, who played so-so and unsatisfactory, the teacher continued: "Next."

The teacher glanced around and asked, "Are there any students who want to come up by themselves?"

Several students raised their hands one after another.

Wu Ze also raised his hand suddenly, he raised it straight, wishing to pierce the sky with his hand, the teacher saw it and clicked him.

But Wu Ze said: "Teacher, Feng Shuwen has prepared, but he is too embarrassed to raise his hand, so I will raise it for him."

The classroom suddenly fell into an eerie silence.

The teacher was also taken aback.

After a while, rustling discussions sounded——

"What are they doing?"

"Didn't you hear that these people broke up. Parents have been invited to the school."

"Feng Shuwen can play the piano? Doesn't he know how to touch the keys?"

"Yeah, that's why those people deliberately made him look ugly."

"Hey!?"

Suddenly, the classroom fell silent again.

Because everyone saw "Feng Shuwen" standing up by himself.

Not only stood up, but also walked out of the seat.

The teacher looked at him in surprise and knew something about him, so he subconsciously asked, "Feng Shuwen, have you prepared a song?"

Feng Rui: Not ready.

But it does not prevent him from completing this class assignment.

"Can he play it?" A voice of uncontrollable voice suddenly sounded.

Can't help but make everyone question the boys who are going to the piano even more.

But the boy was too calm, he walked down calmly, his expression and pace were not false.

This made many people suspect that he was pretending.

But everyone is not stupid, what's the use of pretending now, when you sit in front of the piano later, you will reveal your secrets, and you will lose even more face.

No, no, it's better to admit it earlier.

Even U Ze and the short-haired boy next to him looked at each other, and they saw the joke in each other's eyes - didn't they know that Feng Shuwen could play a fart.

Soon, the boy sat in front of the piano without even bringing the score.

The teacher asked him: "Does the piece you play have a name?"

"Have."

Feng Rui's right hand slowly hovered over the black and white keys, and lightly pressed a tone.

Feng Rui: ""No. 2 Jiangchuan Road"."

—

No. 2 Jiangchuan Road, in front of the small bungalow.

Feng Shuwen was hugging the flowers, the fat man leaned against the door with his hands in his pockets, and the two of them quietly listened to the piano music coming from the room.

The melody is melodious and light, the tune is like a love poem, the fat man doesn't understand it, neither does Feng Shuwen, both of them only know that this piano piece is really nice.

Feng Shuwen seemed to be afraid of interrupting the sound of the piano, deliberately lowered his voice, and asked quietly: "Which world famous song is this?"

The fat man hummed: "It's our 'famous song' from No. [-] Jiangchuan Road."

It is a song written by the tenant of this small western-style building and the retired old professor in front of the piano in front of the door for his deceased wife.

It is written that two people got acquainted in the school because of their schoolwork when they were teenagers. They admired each other, the mountains and rivers flowed, and they just fell in love with each other when they were about to graduate. leading edge.

The two know each other and stay together, love each other, and have a pair of sons and daughters.In the rare years, his beloved wife passed away due to illness. The old professor returned to the old residence where the two were newly married, rented the house, and composed this song of missing.

Named "Jiangchuan Road No. 2".

Miss every day, play every day.

—

After one song, there was no sound in the classroom for a long time.

Affection has never been indescribable. After all, words are limited. The ultimate is just a sentence of I love you, but the music is different, and the complex tones compose different emotions and expressions, whether melodious or tactful or low-sounding, it can always fit the mood.

The acquaintance when we were young, the waiting after parting, the surprise after reunion, and the companionship and love...

The melody spreads these loves on the keys, and then brings them back to the heart through hearing.

It is no longer the black and white keys that are pressed, but the heart of the listener.

No. 2 Jiangchuan Road—I miss you every day, and I will meet you again someday.

The tune is gentle and the artistic conception is too beautiful.

The boy playing the piano has the sitting posture that all performers should have, slender and tall, handsome and quiet.

Sunshine came in from the floor-to-ceiling windows, shining on his face through the keys and the shiny body of the piano, casting a layer of light on his originally calm and silent face.

Maybe it's because of this layer of light, or it's because of something else, in short, the boy's impression is different from the Feng Shuwen everyone knows, especially those eyes, which faintly contain sharpness and aura. When the piano queen came out and raised her eyes to glance over, one subconsciously tensed up, not daring to underestimate it.

There was a few more seconds of silence, and just as the boys walked back to their seats, the whole auditorium erupted into a commotion——

"You play really well too!?"

"He can play!!!"

"This song is so beautiful and touching!!!"

Feng Rui sat down amidst these exclamations, and didn't give Wu Ze and Yuan Ba ​​half a look.

Beside the piano, the teacher satisfactorily picked up the class record book, and put a few five-pointed stars behind Feng Shuwen's name.

Plays well, very well, plus points.

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