The same table is always testing the edge of the fried hair

After eating, Ye Kong walked leisurely along an asphalt road.

Compared with No. [-] Middle School, which often smells of earth and grass in the air, No. [-] Middle School occupies a large area, but there is basically no green vegetation as far as the eye can see.

Except for buildings and playgrounds, most of the open space is used for physical and geographical scale models.There are also a small number of statues of celebrities, and a dozen inspirational quotes are engraved on the stone tablet.

As far as the eye can see, there are tons of chicken soup.

Ye Kong walked along the statue for a while, and then slowly stopped at the corner of the teaching area.

There are three huge bulletin boards standing in front of the teaching building, and there are red rankings posted on them. From the first year of high school to the third year of high school, the data of each subject is very complete.

In addition to listing the first names in each subject on this ranking list, there are also photos of top students hanging beside them.

The school probably didn't clearly stipulate that the photo must be a ID photo, so many people hung up their selfies, Ye Kong stood in front of it and looked at it for a while, then couldn't help shaking his head: "...this is fucking out of shape. "

"Brother, please step aside," said a male student wearing black-rimmed glasses in front of the bulletin board, who was jotting down something quickly in his notebook.

Hearing this, Ye Kong backed away and was about to turn around and leave when he stopped suddenly. He turned his head and locked his eyes on a faded photo.

Senior one, Xiaci, with a total score of 1017.

Ye Kong moved forward, and after confirming that the picture was Xia Ci, he pulled the black glasses next to him and said, "Why is there a picture of him here?"

The black glasses lowered their heads and immersed themselves in their notebooks. After a long time, they looked at Ye Kong like a fool, "Score rankings, of course there are photos because of good grades."

Ye Kong was almost laughed angrily by him. Then he thought that he didn't express clearly. He opened his mouth and asked again: "I mean, he is no longer in this school, why is he still attached here?"

The black glasses finally lifted up their eyelids, and looked in the direction of Ye Kong's fingers, there was some fluctuation in his calm eyes, and his tone became more modest, "You said Xia Ci senior, this photo has been posted here for almost two years .”

"There is no arts and sciences in the first year of senior high school, and the ranking is based on the results of nine courses." Black Glasses put away his notebook and touched the bridge of his nose. No one can surpass this score."

After Ye Kong listened, he grinned a few times. Hearing Xia Ci's glorious deeds from other people, he actually felt an inexplicable sense of pride and superiority—you see, such an outstanding person, he is my boyfriend.

You can be so envious.

"Brother, you are smiling a little..." The black glasses turned away, and said in disgust: "Please restrain yourself."

Restraint is irresistible, Ye Kong smiled and patted the shoulder of the black glasses, "Student, are you a third year in high school?"

"Grand one," Black Glasses frowned, and said in a bad tone, "Am I so anxious to grow up?"

Ye Kong looked at his receding hairline and quickly shook his head, "No, I just guessed."

The black glasses remained cold and did not speak.

Before leaving, Ye Kong said: "You should be quite smart."

The black glasses adjusted the frames, lowered their heads, and concealed their smug smile, "How do you know?"

Ye Kong turned around and waved his hands with his back to the black glasses, "Because you're so smart."

The air was quiet for a while, and when Ye Kong completely disappeared from sight, the black glasses touched his few hairs to react.

Fuck your sister's brains!

The training sessions were not boring, but they were not easy either. Everyone stayed in their respective art classrooms, practicing a song or a painting over and over again.

Jian Heng couldn't stay in the next class, so she slipped to Ye Kong's side to join classes, and met many old friends along the way.

"Brother Kong," Jian Heng leaned loudly against the door frame, poked his head in, "Come out and get some air."

Ye Kong put the guitar down, got up and walked out, "Did you skip class on the first day?"

Jian Heng spread his hands indifferently, "If you run away, run away, I'll take you to a place."

Ye Kong didn't speak, and followed Jian Heng to the side door where there was no one in the school.

"Brother Kong, by the way..." Walking on the path where no one was around, Jian Heng stroked his eyebrows, and tentatively asked: "By the way, do you want to form another band?"

Ye Kong was taken aback for a moment, then shook his head, "No group."

"I don't want to, or..." Jian Heng hesitated to speak, and then said in another direction: "I met Fang Xincheng after I transferred to another school, and he said that you have a band."

"We broke up," Ye Kong said, "We broke up in the third year of junior high school."

"Why?!" Jian Heng didn't quite understand. When he asked Fang Xincheng before, he also hesitated and refused to reveal a word.

"No reason," Ye Kong said, "I just think it's not appropriate to form a band at this time."

Jian Heng almost laughed angrily because of this reason for not being distracted: "If it's not suitable at this time, then when is it suitable? It will be suitable when the fucking drum can't be beat?"

Ye Kong raised his eyelids and looked at him, not knowing how to answer for a moment.

"I'm sorry, I'm a little excited..." Jian Heng breathed a sigh of relief, "I mainly don't understand, you said we have common hobbies, and you have band experience, why don't you want to form a group."

"It doesn't matter if you don't form a group, you have to give me a reasonable reason?" Jian Heng scratched his head, pouring out all the doubts in his heart, "I always feel that you and Fang Xincheng have something to hide and don't want to say it. This temper is about to be anxious to death by you."

Ye Kong continued to walk forward with a sullen face.

Thinking about it for so long, he thought that he could fully accept it in his heart, but he didn't.

This hurdle was built too high, and he didn't cross it at all.

Even though he has been very relaxed and relieved on the surface all these years.

Jian Heng followed behind Ye Kong, kicking stones to vent his depression.

"When the band was still there, we accepted a commercial performance," Ye Kong finally said, "A shopping mall opened, let us go to perform during the New Year's Eve."

Jian Heng stopped and listened carefully.

"After my parents found out, they clamored to go to the scene to see it," Ye Kong said, "on the way there, I ran into a drunk-driving idiot..."

"My parents are gone, and I almost died too."

Jian Heng was stunned. At this moment, his heart sank heavily as if a big stone had been thrown.He didn't dare to raise his eyes to see Ye Kong's expression.

"I released the pigeons at the end that day," Ye Kong said calmly, without any emotion on his face, "The first performance didn't work out. There was a lot of scolding on and off the stage, and the band broke up that night."

"Fang Xincheng didn't look for you?" Jian Heng asked.

"That damned Tsundere thought I was cowardly, and I was angry at the time," Ye Kong said, "Later when I went to the south of the city in my freshman year of high school, we both had things on our minds, and neither of us looked for anyone."

In fact, Jian Heng asked Ye Kong Group about the band more than once. When they got together to play basketball, they almost asked whenever they met.

Even though Ye Kong always evaded him with a few words, Jian Heng persisted in asking.

Today I found out that there is a reason why he didn't form a band.

If he had known this was the reason, he wouldn't have been talking about the band in Ye Kong's ear every day if he was killed.

"Brother Kong...I'm sorry..."

Ye Kong smiled, "There's nothing to be sorry about, it's been a long time."

Jian Heng thought of stabbing Ye Kong's heart time and time again before, and felt that he was an idiot. He swallowed and was speechless in embarrassment.

"Where are you taking me?" Before they knew it, the two had reached the side gate of the school. Ye Kong pointed to the iron railing next to him, "You don't mean to ask me to climb over the wall to get out."

Jian Heng nodded, walked to the railing, and removed a few broken boards, revealing stacks of crooked bricks inside, "Come on, the ladder to freedom."

Ye Kong rubbed the space between his brows, "...God damn ladder to freedom."

Jian Heng stepped on the bricks and climbed out with his feet on his feet. The posture of climbing over the wall was too hard to bear to look directly at.

Ye Kong's experience in jumping over the wall is not only superb, but also a level of proficiency. He stepped on the horizontal bar of the railing and jumped to the opposite side of the wall.

Jian Heng hung on the railing, startled: "Fuck! You are a monkey, come and save me."

After finally climbing over the wall, Jian Heng took Ye Kong to a practice room for music training.

There was still a long distance from the door, and I heard the rhythmic sound of drums coming from inside.

Jian Heng led Ye Kong to stop in front of the last room door, he pushed open the door, "Hey bro!"

"You are too slow, I have been waiting for you for a long time." The music in the practice room stopped.

"The wall in No. [-] Middle School is too high, it's hard to climb over," Jian Heng smiled, and then gave Ye Kong part of his sight, "This is my friend, please come over and play."

"You are Ye Kong, right?" One of them came over, "My name is Yu Chen, I play the guitar."

"You two know each other?" Jian Heng asked.

"I didn't know each other before, but I met when I went to the post bar," Yu Chen said, "Basically, there are people hanging up his photo in the boutique buildings of every school and asking for his number."

Jian Heng: "..."

"Where's Brother Feng?" Jian Heng looked around.

"I went home with a stomachache," Yu Chen said, "I've had pain in my head every three days, and I don't know if I've eaten something bad."

"Let's practice first," said bass player Xu Jie, "The selection will start on the weekend."

Ye Kong asked: "What is the selection?"

"For the first time, the leaders of No. [-] Middle School agreed to hold a New Year's Eve party," Yu Chen said. "The student union said there would be a selection program at the end of November, so we signed up."

"The drummer of their band was injured while playing, I will give them a seat first," Jian Heng said, "help practice."

"Let's get started, don't waste time."

Everyone took their positions, Ye Kong leaned against the wall next to him, and looked at the person in the mirror.

For a moment, it seemed to be back in junior high school.

At that time, he and Fang Xincheng often looked for open spaces where they could practice.

Always running into walls.

They regard music as a belief in their hearts, but some people always say that they are children playing house and not doing serious things.

The band, which was not overwhelmed by many doubts and prejudices, finally broke up as soon as they said it.

Ye Kong was actually unwilling, but the hurdle in his heart was thick and high, and it was too difficult for him to get over it.

Just as Ye Kong was thinking, the music in his ear suddenly stopped.

"No, Brother Feng isn't singing here, we can't connect," Yu Chen rubbed his forehead, and said intentionally or unintentionally: "We need to find someone who can sing."

Jian Heng breathed a sigh of relief, looked towards Ye Kong, and asked tentatively: "...Brother Kong, do you want to come and have a try?"

This kid brought him here, it really has a purpose.

Ye Kong laughed, and slowly walked to the lead singer's position in the middle, "Then try it."

"Okay!" Jian Heng beat the big drum excitedly.

Ye Kong flipped through the sheet music at the front, the first piece - "Chasing Dreams with a Pure Heart".

The author has something to say: Xia Ci: Brother Kong, don’t cry, I will accompany you in the next chapter!

Take a vaccination: it seems to be over soon OεO