Chapter 5, overtime rehearsals
"Xiaomeng, let me tell you, can you bring some words to this guqin?"
"Xue Fei, let me tell you, if you pick and choose and let me stay up all night with you here, I'll turn my face!"
"Why don't you yell at the librarian!"
"Are you sick?
"You!"
"I'm leaving, you're crazy here!"
"Stop!"
Ding-Bang ——!
"Hey, are you okay, huh? you're blind, there's no step!"
"Hiss......" backhanded Xia Meng in front of him.
"Your uncle Xue Fei, you pretend! Loosen up, hurry up!"
"Don't be angry, I was wrong. ”
"......", "......", "......", "What's wrong with you?"
"Little dream, in fact, we are all the same. Bipolar disorder. ”
"Then why didn't you say it earlier?"
"It's ridiculous to say, our family has hereditary heart leakage, and anti-depressant drugs can't be taken at all. ”
"So that's your excuse to mess around when you're fine?"
"Uh...... Give me a chance. ”
"Your trick to deceive a girl under the age of 10 is more reliable. ”
"Haha, I didn't fall for it! Come on, come on, you bring some words, let's do it again. ”
"Roll !!"
The next day, the sun just rose, Ding Dong ~ SMS!
"Hurry up, get to school, rehearse, rehearse, rehearse, rehearse, go!"
"Xue Fei, it's easy for me to block you like this!"
The morning after the rain is always accompanied by a faint smell of grass. The sparrows landed in the bushes, chirping. Xia Meng stretched his waist and walked in a daze, a bowl of soy milk, a fritter and a candy. The famous saying in life is: If you don't eat enough, you can't do anything!
When I arrived at school, I subconsciously went to the library, which shows how terrible people's so-called "habits" are. Halfway through, he said, "No, no, I should go to the rehearsal room." ”
Squeak-squeak-squeak-squeaw-squea
Someone?
"Sorry to disturb, I'll come in and wait for someone. Xia Mengchong said to the person inside.
"Come in. ”
Eh, it's a guitar, it's not from our class, is ......it?
"Gao Qi?"
"Hmm. ”
I'll go...... It's good, completely sober ...
"Uh... Are you coming to rehearsal?"
"I'm coming for you. ”
"What's the matter?"
"You came back late last night, didn't you? I was in the library to see that the lights were on here. ”
"Uh, yes, we had a little disagreement in rehearsal yesterday, so it's not a run-in. ”
"Well, it's not safe! you can come back to me later. I'll send you. ”
"Oh, that's too much trouble, no..."
"I'm here to inform you. Went back. ”
Xia Meng thought to herself, what the hell is this now, I can't keep up with the times?
"Yo Yo~ It's worth complimenting, it seems that my text message is very useful!"
"And yet you're late. ”
"Little dream, I thought about it. You play the piano and read the words, and I paint. ”
"Is there any difference from before? What do you think? ”
"There's a difference, I'll accommodate you and won't let you change it!"
"You have a conscience!"
"Let's eat together at noon, I'll come to you. ”
"Forget it, bread and mineral water, I'd better go to the library and look for the right word. ”