Uncertain age difference

51

Ning Huang still didn't believe in evil, washed his hands and came over with his guitar in his arms, playing "Little Star" which is also a beginner's book.

Let Lu Chen sing along with him.

The fingertips across the guitar are starlight.

Ning Huang slowly opened his voice: "Twinkle twinkle~sparkling~"

Lu Chen: "One! Flash! One! Flash! Bright! Crystal! Crystal!"

Ning Huang: "..."

Taking a deep breath, he lowered his voice a bit more slowly: "Twinkle twinkle~sparkling~"

Lu Chen: "One! Flash! One! Flash! Bright! Crystal! Crystal!"

Ning Huang put down the guitar with a blank expression: ...Fuck, stop flashing.

This fucking strength sound idiot.

Lu Chen laughed so hard that he almost leaned into the bean bag sofa and said, "I was born with tone deafness. At that time, I thought that learning the guitar would save me, but I didn't save it at all, and even drove the teacher away."

Ning Huang thought of the bad guitar he played, and couldn't stand it even more. He frowned and said, "Which trash teacher taught you?"

Lu Chen said, "You."

Ning Huang: ...

No, why is he such a waste at the age of 34, he can only teach guitar like this?

But think carefully about Lu Chen's virtue of singing.

Probably not to blame him either.

Lu Chen said slowly that Ning Huang was asked to teach him to play the guitar for more than three months, until his little uncle was smoking every day.

However, Lu Chen is a complete pentatonic incomplete, there is no difference between notes and notes, and there is almost no sense of rhythm. The fingers that were nimble and beautiful when chopping vegetables and baking turned into wood when placed on the strings.

Later, I finally learned a little star that I can't bear to see. If it is more difficult, it is indeed hell difficulty.

He learned that his fingers were blistered, but he didn't learn any results. The little uncle made him so angry that his mouth was dry and his mouth was dry. He turned his head and lowered his head to bandage his fingers. They are all his little stars who stretch his hips incomparably.

In the end, he really couldn't bear to torture his little uncle, so he finally didn't continue.

My little uncle obviously didn't want to suffer this kind of torture. After teaching him for less than ten minutes, he confirmed that it was a hard job, and he just frowned and sighed: "Why didn't I think about teaching you to play the guitar?"

"Because I want to learn." Lu Chen said with a smile.

Ning Huang was expressionless: "Then why can't you think about it?"

Lu Chen thought for a while, then smiled and said, "Because I wanted to learn when I was young."

"How young?"

"During middle school?"

52

If children are dolls poured out of molds, then Lu Chen when he was young must be the one who is closest to the mold and has the most standard and flawless appearance.

The clothes and hairstyles are always up to standard, and he doesn't care whether he likes it or not; the room and books are always open to his parents, and he doesn't care about privacy and self; there is no food he likes, and there is no food he hates, as long as it is delivered to the bowl, he will definitely eat it with a smile go down.

His excellence is a plastic sealed certificate.

Regularly bright, dry and difficult to breathe.

He's been doing a good job, but there will inevitably be a turnover or two.

The first time was in middle school.

It was a very beautiful and flamboyant girl in the class next door. She liked his deskmate. The two of them had secretly talked about the song for a long time. Finally, one day, the girl secretly changed out of her school uniform. By the window, playing the guitar to his deskmate.

It was a boldly romantic love song, and all eyes were on her.

She played it over and over again, making the boy blush with nervousness.

Later, the deskmate and the girls were hunted down by the teaching director, trained for two or three hours in the crowded corridor, ordered to remove makeup, and punished to write a number of self-criticisms.

Naturally, two people can't write the review together, the deskmate writes outside the door, and the girl writes inside the room.

There is still one Lu Chen in the classroom who helps the teacher to approve homework.

The girl's face was washed clean, her head was downcast, and she said, "Oops, this is a big embarrassment. Your tablemate definitely doesn't like me anymore."

He glanced at her and wrote in his notebook:

No, you are beautiful when you play the guitar.

Also, the dean is still outside the door.

The girl laughed, and while the dean was not paying attention, she boldly flirted with her soon-to-be boyfriend.

Lu Chen's actions didn't have the slightest hint of transgression. He knew very well from a very young age that he didn't like girls.

This is just an objective description.

"And then?" Ning Huang tilted his head and asked, "Have you become friends with her?"

Lu Chen shook his head: "Then my parents discovered the words on the notebook, and I was beaten."

"Say I'm not thinking about my studies, I only think about girls, no wonder my grades have regressed."

"I said let them down."

Ning Huang was silent for a moment, then asked: "And then?"

Then he defended, but was said to have learned to talk back.

"At that time, I was angry, and then got up again, and ran away from home." Lu Chen was a little embarrassed, but he wanted to laugh.

In fact, that day he didn't even understand why he wanted to run away from home.

Only a voice told him to run away.

He avoided this topic, and said slowly: "From that day on, I started wanting to learn guitar."

"At that time, I thought, would I be able to play guitar for others in the future?"

You can also be like that girl, sitting somewhere, looking at a person you like, and become dashing, bright and bold in an instant.

——Even if he is looking at a boy

Ning Huang seriously depicted this scene in his mind, it was indeed a very romantic scene.

But at the same time, he thought of the lethality of Lu Chen's singing.

After being silent for a while, still unable to violate his conscience, he said, "Singing...forget it."

Lu Chen laughed: "Is it that ugly?"

People who sing badly often don't realize how out of tune they are.

Ning Huang asked, "What did she play back then?"

Lu Chen read the title of a song.

Ning Huang thought hard for a long time, finally shook his head and said, "Forget it, you won't be able to learn it in this lifetime."

As he spoke, he found a suitable place to sit on the edge of the terrace, and his fingertips brushed over the strings.

With the starlight above the head and the lights of thousands of families in the distance, it is hard to distinguish who is whose reflection. The little uncle sits in the middle of this line of symmetry, as if everything has become a phantom like a bubble.

He looked at Lu Chen, and only at Lu Chen.

Only the sound of the wind blowing through his broken hair and the hem of his clothes, and the clear voice of singing are the only truths in this night.

That song is much sweeter than in memory.

53

Ning Huang didn't like love songs at first, but tonight seemed to be an exception. For some reason, his heart floated briskly with the evening wind.

He touched the guitar, then touched his ears.

The voice asked very softly: "Do you like it?"

He thought Lu Chen couldn't hear this sentence.

However, Feng conveyed these words clearly to Lu Chen's ear.

"I like it." Lu Chen said softly.

Ning Huang suddenly became happy, his eyes turned into crescent moons.She smiled a little silly, not wanting him to see her, turned her back and pretended to be blown away.

Under the dark curtain, Lu Chen stared at his back that was merged into countless light spots.

"Uncle." He called softly.

"Why?" Ning Huang responded.

"Just wanted to call you," he said.

I want to hear the response of distant stars traveling through countless light years to idiots.