The melodious and graceful sound of the piano acts directly on people's minds, like the wind blowing through the willow trees, the willow branches rippling ripples on the surface of the lake, the fish in the water spitting bubbles, the bait with the iron hook, the angler in the straw hat sings the song of washing the soul, the fishing rod is raised, the beating carp swings its fins and slowly rolls in the air with the waves, and the silver-white scales are reflected dazzlingly by the light.

Every drinker who clinked glasses couldn't help but spill the wine on their faces and row their arms forward excitedly, as if they were collectively part of a grand swimming competition.

The people who shook with the music turned around in half a circle, changed their dance steps, and danced a waltz with the hands of the people around them.

The lovelorn straightens his back, and his godless eyes burst with bright vitality.

The man who shouted for his fist obediently closed his mouth, turned his fist into a clapp, and hummed a melody from his nose.

The senior bartender listened obsessively, and his hand unconsciously loosened, and accidentally knocked over the cocktail and wet his overalls......

But not everyone behaved so positively and harmoniously, at least not one man in a gray shirt - it was the resentful person that Oriental Twilight suspected.

He stood up on the table, his body was bruised and his face was twisted like a ghost, and he staggered, staggering all the way to knocking off several bottles and glasses on the round table, and the glass shards splashed on the ground and were run over by his leather shoes, but he did not feel the discomfort in his feet at all, because he was suffering more pain at this time.

He tried to hold his head to cover up the sound of the piano, but it didn't work, the sound was like the music that was played when the Gu poison was activated, and once it was played, the sleeping poison would swim inside him and eat his organs.

No, he felt that the organs in his body were a**!

For ordinary people, the feeling of purification is like soaking in a hot spring at the foot of the mountain until their bones are crispy or they are told that they have won the lottery jackpot, and the negative energy in their bodies will be emitted from the top of their heads to nature with the injection of positive energy.

But for the complainant, the pain brought by purification is no less than cramping and pulling out bones, and the negative energy in their body is restrained and occluded, only entering and not leaving.

For example, the body of the complainant is the room, and the negative energy is the mouse hidden in the room, and now the positive energy of the cat is coming in, the doors and windows are closed, the mouse does not go out, and it is bound to hide in Tibet.

The room doesn't hurt, and even if a rat digs into the ground, it won't cry, but if you change the room to a human body...... The sourness would be unimaginable.

Get out of here! Get out of ......

The man in the gray shirt finally collapsed limply five steps from the bar door.

"Yo, this guy won't hang up, right?" Ouyang Qing deliberately leaned down to listen to his heartbeat, "It's so useless, the complainants who fall into the hands of those cold old immortals in the trial department will cry for a long time!"

"The people who enter the trial department and are tried for crimes are at least at the level of resentment, he is just a resent, his physique is far less strengthened than that of resentment, there is no fuss when he faints, and when he wakes up, he is estimated to be more alive than you. Dongfang Lidui looked at the drunken people around him who were still immersed in the sound of the piano and still couldn't extricate themselves, and sighed helplessly, "Let's go to the hotel for the night." ”

"Hey, hey, hey, who said in the morning that the smaller the public place of our event, the better?Did you give in to me so quickly?" Ouyang Qing's face was full of pride.

"The bars are here, what does it matter if we go to the hotel? Why don't you stay in the hotel if you have money? If you want to go back to that broken house to sleep, you can go back yourself, if there are really other complainers in the hotel who found us running away and ran away, the resentful we want to pursue does not live in the hotel at school. Dongfang Lidui opened the glass hand and pushed the door away, and proudly dropped a sentence, "I'm too lazy to talk nonsense with you!"

"Too lazy to talk nonsense with me and talk so much nonsense!" Ouyang Qing hurriedly rushed to the bar and hugged three bottles of vodka, and smiled at an unknown bartender, "Tell your person in charge, these are the expenses for inviting me to play the piano." ”

"Oh, you're welcome, just take it, it's our pleasure, and we are delighted by your natural sound. The bartender bowed gentlemanly, and the service was so friendly that it was doubtful that he wouldn't be angry if he urinated on him, "It may not be convenient to take it like this, why don't you leave an address and I'll ask someone to send you a box?"

"Haha, no need. Ouyang Qing arched his hand at the bartender, smeared oil on the soles of his feet, and burst out of the smoke.

"Dongfang Lidu, fuck your uncle, wait for me!"

Wei Wencang rubbed his eyes and picked out the secretions from the corners of his eyes, raised his arms and leaned his upper body on the railing between the two beds for a while, his shoulders were sore, and he was really not used to sleeping on a hard bed.

He looked at the morning light on the balcony and his sleeping pig-like roommate, put on his glasses, silently put on his black trousers, and folded the quilt on the wooden bed covered with bamboo mats.

At 6:30, another hour is the morning self-study, it is estimated that it will take 15 minutes to do hygiene and washing, 15 minutes to eat breakfast, and the remaining 30 minutes to rush to the classroom is more than enough, and you can also play with your mobile phone.

After dragging his slippers to the toilet, Wei Wencang felt that his head was still a little dizzy.

He looked at himself in the mirror at the sink, his sleepy and tired eyes, his thin and short stubble, his forehead was full of pimple marks, his hair was like a chicken nest, and there were always dozens of strands of hair that were scattered or scattered stubbornly cocked there.

Last night, he dreamed of Yan Shuhui again.

She had a fever and lay on her back on bed No. 1 on top of his bedroom, covered with a thick quilt.

Wei Wencang said in surprise Do you have a fever? Yan Shuhui said yes. Wei Wencang said that it shouldn't be serious, it should get better quickly, when did you have a fever? Yan Shuhui said yesterday afternoon.

Wei Wencang said that it would be fine in a week, and then he climbed down the stairs, climbed two steps and stood still, looked at her, and said I have a request, can you add me as a friend? Yan Shuhui also looked at him with tears in her eyes, and said Thank you for caring about me so much, I will add you back.

Twenty-third dream, right?

Wei Wencang wiped his face with a wet towel, his decadent expression was slightly uplifted, he was reflecting on why he still dreamed of her, it turned out that when he was the loneliest in his heart, she would run to the dream to comfort him, although it was fake, but he regarded it as real every time in the dream.

The book says that one day you dream of someone you haven't seen for a long time, it means that you want to remember her, but you are forgetting her.

"But I don't think so. Wei Wencang whispered into the mirror and said, "It's that I want to forget you, but the dream reminds me to remember you." ”

The first period at the end of the morning self-study is the English class, and the corridor is full of students walking in the classroom, like a group of big ants pouring out of their nests in search of food.

Wei Wencang was the last to walk out of classroom 2202, he hated this kind of scene of people coming and going, dense, rubbing around, although lively but with a strange coldness to each other, and there will always be four or five people who walk very slowly side by side in the center of a certain corridor, talking and laughing, hindering the progress of others, and the people behind are forced to slow down, the behavior is really despicable.

When he walked into classroom 3104, Wei Wencang saw that there was still an empty seat on the far right of Wang Xiaotian in the back row, and Wang Xiaotian also noticed him and waved to him: "Hey, buddy, sit together?"

Wei Wencang walked over without hesitation, this spacious classroom can accommodate at least a hundred people, he is not used to sitting with strange classmates in other classes, of course it is best to sit with Wang Xiaotian, this seat seems to be reserved for him.

"Your girlfriend isn't with you?" Wei Wencang took out the textbook, stuffed the schoolbag into the desk drawer, looked left and right, and said in his heart I don't seem to need to be a light bulb?

"She's making friends with other girls in the first row. Wang Xiaotian smiled and said, "Couples are often tired of being together, and the relationship is inevitably boring, and it will also have some bad effects on the students around them, and it is actually beneficial to be separated occasionally." ”

"I envy you. Wei Wencang lowered his head to look at the words in the first unit of the English textbook, he felt that Wang Xiaotian was very interesting, and there was no embarrassment in chatting with him.

"Don't worry, you'll find a girlfriend too, it's just a matter of time. Wang Xiaotian comforted.

Maybe. Wei Wencang thought, who can say clearly what will happen in the future? It is not without a single person in history that he has been single...... Hell, why am I thinking about this? Am I so for a girlfriend?

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.” As soon as the bell rang, the English teacher who came to the classroom five minutes early introduced himself on the podium, "Hello everyone, the new semester has begun, as an English teacher, I am very happy to be in the same class with my classmates, my name is Li Qian." ”

"I really can't listen to it without the supervision of Shinori. Wang Xiaotian read the first English reading and smiled helplessly, fortunately he had a preview.

"She doesn't seem to be running for a position in the class, she is so beautiful, and her grades are very good?" Wei Wencang asked.

"Well, it's not just good, she's in the top ten in the whole school in high school. Wang Xiaotian said, "With her, I don't have to worry about my homework." ”

"She can't help you cheat in the student handbook, can she?"

"The student handbook? It's the student handbook that the three workbooks are thick and have to memorize to fill in the blanks and short-answer questions? Wow, if you don't say it, I forgot to take the exam next week!" Wang Xiaotian looked frightened.

"Don't panic, just wait for the make-up exam together. Wei Wencang calmly wrote down the key words that Li Qian wrote on the blackboard.

He felt as if he was back in high school, where the teacher was chanting sutras, and below he was either absentmindedly taking notes, drawing strange shapes with tentacles in his notebook, or simply sitting there in a daze, thinking about the end of life or the universe.

However, he didn't dare to desert in the class of the English teacher Zhang Luan, because his English was poor, and Zhang Luan was the focus of attention, and she could even tell from the students' eyes whether they were distracted, even if he kept staring at the blackboard, but as long as he was slightly distracted, Zhang Luan could also point out his name by looking at his eyes.

However, he does not hate taking Zhang Luan's classes, because from time to time she will tell a few interesting stories about her experiences abroad, and occasionally she will watch videos or hold some interactive activities for the whole class.

Now in college, no matter how bad his English is, it is impossible for the English teacher to manage so much, right?

Come to think of it, the students who are bored playing with their mobile phones or sleeping are all lined up, and learning has completely become their own business, and the teacher has no energy to urge. Time flies, and in a blink of an eye, you might graduate again...... But what should he do after graduation?

He didn't have any confidence.

What do you do if you fail? Write a novel?

Come on, he is too slow to change this kind of turtle speed every week, and most of the contracted authors who write novels can't make a lot of money...... I'm so worried, it's really tiring to be a high-level animal, and it's not as happy as a soaring bird, but since he was born in the wrong fetus, he can only make the mistake and go wrong.