What just happened?

At the end of the song, Peng Hui looked at the guitar in his hand blankly, with a heartfelt shock.

He just ......

I even played a song!

This seems to be nonsense, but you must know that even if Peng Hui has completed three years of self-study courses, it is almost impossible to play a song without any stumbles!

What's more, this is the first time he has played it!

It can be described as flowing water!

And to Peng Hui's surprise, as long as he wants, he can recall the melody he played before at any time!

Oh, my God!

How is his memory so good?

Peng Hui's face showed a surprised expression.

In fact, Peng Hui's memory has always been bad.

Otherwise, he would not have scored more than 400 points in the college entrance examination.

The reason is because I can't remember some details.

Although I can recall it in general, I can never remember some details.

This is the main reason for his low grades.

But unexpectedly, when playing this song, the score automatically came to mind.

Even......

Peng Hui picked up a pen and paper and wrote the lyrics according to the melody in his memory.

After a while, Peng Hui put down the pen in his hand, looking at such a safe and full page of songs, the whole person was a little confused.

It's not that he doesn't know that when he was studying music, he would occasionally have some beautiful melodies floating in his head.

But I never thought that I would create a song directly for the first time!

A ......

Campus Folk Songs!

It's a campus love style song.

But God knows, Peng Hui has never been in love at all!

What's going on?

Peng Hui looked at the score in front of him, a little dazed.

"Excuse me, were you playing the guitar just now?" a nice voice sounded in Peng Hui's ears.

Peng Hui was stunned and subconsciously raised his head.

It's a boy.

Although the other party is very delicate, he is indeed a boy.

In an instant, Peng Hui felt that he had lost his spirit.

"Yes. Peng Hui replied lazily.

"Can you sing it again?"

"Sorry, no. Peng Hui shook his head decisively, put away the score, picked up the guitar, turned around and walked out of the classroom.

The handsome boy frowned a little, but still watched Peng Hui leave.

Walking out of the classroom, Peng Hui looked a little dazed.

Right now......

What to do?

After thinking about it, Peng Hui picked up his mobile phone and called Mr. Li from the music department.

"Hello?"

"Hello Mr. Li, I'm Peng Hui from the Puppet Performance Department. ”

"Oh, Peng Peng, what's the matter? You want to transfer to our music department?" Mr. Li quipped with a smile.

It's just that the voice is faintly full of anticipation.

"It's not...... Didn't you tell me to write a song? I wrote a song and wanted to play it for you. ”

"Oh, yes, but I'm home now......"

"Can I go to your house?" Peng Hui asked in a low voice, "It's okay to delay you for just ten minutes." ”

"Well, my home is in...... You can take a taxi, and I will reimburse you for the fare. ”

"Thank you, Mr. Li. Peng Hui thanked him.

An hour and a half later, Peng Hui came to Mr. Li's home.

"Hey, it's really here. When Mr. Li saw Peng Hui, he introduced with a smile: "This is my daughter-in-law." ”

Teacher Li pointed to a middle-aged woman in her thirties and forties and introduced her to Peng Hui.

"Hello master. After all, he is a teacher who has taught him for half a year, and Peng Hui's voice is very natural.

"Hello. The master looked a little cold, and after speaking, she turned around and went back to the room.

"Don't mind, that's what she is, didn't you say she wrote a song? Show it to me. Teacher Li said with a smile.

"This ...... Teacher, I'd better play it to you. Peng Hui thought about it and said with some embarrassment.

"Yes, let's play. Teacher Li took a deep breath and was ready to be baptized by the magic sound.

However, when Peng Hui took a good posture and fluctuated the first string, Mr. Li's face completely changed.

Through this half-year contact, Mr. Li naturally knows what Peng Hui's true level is.

Naturally, I also knew that Peng Hui had not been in contact with the guitar before.

But at this time, it was just a short prelude, and it was enough to see that although the fingering was still a little immature, it was ......

But it has reached the level of amateurishness!

"Will you remember tomorrow?

Yesterday you wrote in your diary.

Do you still have a mind tomorrow?

You used to cry the most.

Teachers can't remember,

You can't guess the problem.

I also turned over photos by chance,

I just remembered you at the same table. ”

As soon as a few simple sentences came out, Mr. Li's face changed again.

Let's not talk about the pros and cons of these lyrics, the key is that what really attracts Mr. Li is Peng Hui's voice!

Peng Hui's voice characteristics Mr. Li couldn't understand better.

There is a slight bit of magnetism in the lowness.

After more than a year of training and practice, Peng Hui's voice at this time has not yet become a subwoofer, but it already has a faint professional broadcasting cavity.

However, at this time, when playing this song, Peng Hui's voice turned into a low and a little hoarse, but the magnetism disappeared!

In other words, he can already control his voice!

This is obviously not something that a beginner can do.

However, what surprised Mr. Li even more was still to come.

As the sound of the last sentence falls, the next sentence naturally reaches the high C part of the whole song.

"Who married you sentimental?

Who read your diary?

Who put your long hair in a coil?

Who made you a wedding dress?"

As soon as these four sentences came out, Mr. Li only felt a tingling sensation on his scalp.

"Squeak-" The bedroom door was opened, and Mr. Li's wife, who looked surprised, also appeared at the door of the bedroom.

Mrs. Li came to Mr. Li's side and gently held Mr. Li's hand.

Peng Hui, who was completely immersed in the atmosphere of the song, didn't notice that there was an extra person in front of him, and he didn't notice that he was fed a mouthful of dog food.

The voice continued.

"You used to be careful,

Ask me to borrow half an eraser.

You've also inadvertently said,

Loved being with me. ”

Teacher Li and Mrs. Li glanced at each other and smiled inexplicably.

In the song, it seems to have become a true portrayal of the two.

Mr. Li and his wife are classmates, and the two went to school together, graduated together, worked together, and got married together.

In the blink of an eye, more than ten years have passed.

When Mr. Li came back to his senses, the song had already come to an end.

"The old days are gone,

I will have my wife too.

I'll show her pictures too.

Tell her about you at the same table.

Who married the sentimental you?

Who comforts you who love to cry?

Who put your long hair in a coil?

Who made you a wedding dress?

Laa...... Laa......

Laa...... Laa......

Laa...... Laa......

Laa...... ......"

As the last syllable ended, Peng Hui was suddenly awakened from the world of songs by a burst of applause.

"The song is so good!" Mrs. Li rarely said a compliment, and the next moment, she smiled naturally.

Teacher Li looked a little surprised.

Seeing Peng Hui a little strange, Teacher Li hurriedly explained: "Your wife used to love to laugh, but after she retired, she didn't like to laugh anymore. ”

"I used to laugh 24 hours a day, 15 hours, and the more I laughed, I didn't like to laugh anymore. Mrs. Li shook her head, chuckled and asked, "Did you write this song?"

"Uh...... Yes. Peng Hui nodded.

"Is there a name for that?"

"Name...... Haven't figured it out yet. Peng Hui scratched his head, a little blind.

He belongs to the type that is difficult to name, so I really haven't thought of a name for this song.

"How about calling 'You at the Same Table'?" asked Mrs. Li with a smile.

Peng Hui and Teacher Li lit up together.

"This sounds good!" Peng Hui said happily.

"I didn't expect to hear such a campus ballad. Mrs. Li said with emotion: "I haven't listened to a song for many years. ”

"yes, it's fast. Teacher Li also said with emotion.

But after coming back to his senses, Teacher Li looked at Peng Hui in surprise and directly punched him in the chest.

"Okay, you kid!" Teacher Li exclaimed: "Good singing skills." ”

"Xiao Peng's singing skills have reached the top of the amateur, right?" asked Mrs. Li with the same emotion.

"More than that!" Mr. Li said with a shocked face, "It's already a relatively weak professional level." ”

"Ahh......h Xiao Peng, have you ever been to a bar to sing?" asked Mrs. Li in surprise.

"Uh...... I'm a streamer. Peng Hui explained with some embarrassment: "Occasionally, I like to sing twice, but ...... But I haven't ...... it before."

"No wonder. Teacher Li said in surprise: "But it's a pity that you are an anchor for your singing skills, how about it? Do you want to come to the music department? When you graduate, you will directly ask your wife to arrange for you to go to Berklee College of Music?"

Peng Hui looked at Mrs. Li in some surprise.

Mrs. Li replied with a faint smile.

"Your wife is one of the Asian tutors at Berklee College of Music, and she has the right to recommend. Teacher Li said proudly.

Peng Hui exclaimed.

"Wait, Xiao Peng is not from the music department?" Mrs. Li seemed to react at this time, and asked in surprise, "What department did you have before?"

"I'm from the puppet department. Peng Hui replied with a smile.

"Puppet show?" Mrs. Li glanced at Teacher Li, and after getting the hint that her husband shook his head, she chose to remain silent.

Before, she learned from her husband that the puppet performance department was going to be dismantled, and she originally thought it was just an inconsequential topic, but now she ......

Once again, I have to sigh that the motherland is really outstanding, and it is really ...... that this small puppet department on the verge of extinction should have such a young professional-level singer

"Teacher Li, Mrs. Li. Peng Hui sat down and saluted the two, and then said in a low voice: "Thank you for your kindness, but I still like the puppet performance department, and in a short period of time, I don't have the idea of changing departments, so ...... Sorry. ”

Looking at Peng Hui, who bowed to the two, the husband and wife had a headache.

Encountering such a stubborn donkey is also a headache.