When the school bell rang, before Li Qian could slip away, Teacher Qi Jie had already called his name, "Li Qian, come to my office after school." ”

Amidst bursts of laughter, the students happily went back to their respective homes, and Li Qian had no choice but to follow Teacher Qi to her office.

A three-point black tube skirt on the knee, a shapely slender calf, delicate ankles, flesh-colored stockings, and strappy heeled sandals...... Just one step in front of Li Qian, unhurried.

Elegant as a cat, sexy as a fox.

When I arrived at the office, Teacher Qi Jie sat down, knocked on the table, and said, "Tell me, what are you trying to do?"

Li Qian's head hung very low, his attitude was unusually sincere, and he said, "Teacher, I was wrong. ”

"Wrong?

Li Qian was silent.

Looking back now, he feels that he seems to be a little obsessed with lust at that time in class, although this era seems to be more open to love and marriage, but the respect for teachers is definitely more deeply rooted in the hearts of the people than in the previous life, and he openly molested young female teachers in front of so many people in class, this ......

When Teacher Qi saw that he didn't speak, he said, "Why do you say that you are talking so strangely? Ah? What is going on between Wang Jinglu and you, whether you are in love or not, whether you will get married in the future or not, the teacher doesn't care now, but you can't flirt in my class, right?

Uh, she doesn't seem to mention molesting the female teacher at all?

But if you think about it, in the eyes of adults, a seventeen-year-old boy makes a joke, at best, a joke to express his admiration, but it really doesn't have much to do with the word flirtation.

In other words, in layman's terms: you are a seventeen-year-old kid, you know how to flirt or not!

At this time, Li Qian didn't dare to look up at her, for fear of letting her see something again, so he had to say that sentence in a more sincere tone, "Teacher, I was wrong." ”

"Well, it's good to know it's wrong!"

Teacher Qi unscrewed the pink thermos cup and took a sip of water, and said, "Other teachers don't have any requirements, and I'm not going to punish you for anything, that is, can your grades look better?"

Li Qian looked up at her, then lowered his head.

Teacher Qi said: "Look at you, what a smart child, if you are bored, you will open your mouth, the teacher still remembers that when you first entered the first year of high school, you were still in the top ten in the class, but look at the present, there are forty-five people in the class, and you are ranked forty-third! The teacher knows that you are good at Mandarin, and you have always been good, but you can't do it with Mandarin alone, and you will work hard in other classes in the future, okay?"

What else can be said about this? Li Qian could only nod and say, "Okay!"

Teacher Qi thought for a while and said, "In this way, in my Chinese language class in the future, you can do whatever you like, and you can study whichever subject you like, okay? As long as you don't disturb the order of my class, and don't sleep, you can learn math, English, and Russian as you like." I won't say anything else, just look at your good score in Mandarin, but you can only score 30 or 40 points in English and Russian, I know that you must not be careful, this language discipline is all interoperable, and you won't score so much if you put in a little effort......"

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After school in the afternoon, Li Qian finally had time to find a musical instrument store and buy a set of strings.

In his last life, he played guitar for more than 20 years, what classical guitar, flamenco guitar, electric guitar, Hawaiian guitar, pique guitar, etc., etc., none of them are not proficient, let alone a 100-dollar folk guitar?

Neatly changing into a new set of strings, he began to tune in.

For guitar tuning, the raw hand needs to use the piano to set the tone, but Li Qian doesn't have to do it at all, the pitch is in his head.

Thankfully, although this is a guitar that has been left under the bed for at least a decade, the building, the third floor, is not damp, so the amps and resonance of the guitar are barely affected.

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Listening to the sound of a guitar with a hammer in the east and a stick in the west, Li Qian's father Li Shuwen knocked on the door curiously, and then pushed the door and poked his head in, "What's the matter? Why do you want to touch the guitar again?"

Li Qian lifted the guitar, he felt that he had never been so excited in his life before and after, "I went to buy a new set of strings after school in the afternoon, and I just changed them, Dad, I wrote a song and sang it to you?"

Dad Li looked incredulous, "You studied for three days ten years ago, I remember that your head shook like a rattle at that time, and you said that you didn't want to learn anything, and after ten years, you will change the strings by yourself?"

Li Qian said very seriously: "I am highly talented!"

Dad Li beckoned directly, "Come, come and show Dad the draft, you are talented, go back and keep it to deceive the little girl!"

Li Qian asked, "Is that your tree?"

Dad Li was a little unhappy when he heard this, "What do you call me that tree, you kid knows a fart, my essay is called "Hometown Yellow Flower", it has just been finalized, come on, you come to give advice to Dad." ”

Li Qian said: "Don't read it, if you want me to show you the script, you have to listen to me sing first." Do you understand what it means to come first and come first?" Dad Li was a reasonable person, and after hesitating for a moment, he felt that he still needed his son to give him some serious advice after reading it, so he decided to fool his son first. So he said, "Okay, you sing, Daddy listen!"

Li Qian cleared his throat excitedly, and finally tried a string to make sure that the pitch was fine, and then he thought, with the age of Comrade Li, and his senior literary heart, it is estimated that if he gets out "My Territory" and "Little Apple" or something, his brows will be able to wrinkle into terraces. However, songs that are too close to the classical way, such as Liu Huan's "Love and Resentment", and the style of Beijing-style opera, should obviously not be written by me now.

After a little groaning, Li Qian made up his mind, and so, the crisp and soft sound of the guitar accompanied by the clanging in the kitchen and the hum of the range hood began decisively-

"When the petals leave the flowers, the dark fragrance remains,

After the wind and rain, no one came to smell the incense.

If love tells me to go on,

I will fight to the end of love.

If the heart dies in splendor,

Love will be reborn in the ashes.

When you can't forget the lingering whispers,

Honor me with your smile.

Let the heart die in splendor,

Let love be reborn in the ashes.

The fire burned the grass scars,

Look at the spring breeze again. ”

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The song is definitely a good song, and it belongs to the kind of fine work that the entire music circle may not be able to come up with in a year, plus Li Qian's guitar arrangement is quite level, and now this Li Qian's voice is much more powerful than the previous life, although I haven't practiced, the breath must be weak, but I can't stand Li Qian's use, some small treble, true and false tone conversion, almost effortlessly give enough taste, so the whole song is sung, it feels quite good.

Although with Li Qian's current strength, it must not be comparable to the soft and affectionate voice of the original singer, but it must be enough to shake a room when he gets a KTV to fool around.

's first performance in his life, although he is still far from perfect, Li Qiante is dedicated and affectionate. The guitar sounded, and it took him a while before he opened his eyes, and then he looked at Comrade Li with a little nervousness and asked, "Dad, how is it?"

Dad Li seemed to be still reminiscing, and was stunned for a moment before saying, "This is ...... What did you write?"

"Ahh

Dad Li smacked it, and a thoughtful look slowly appeared on his face, and then, as if he had thought of something, he raised his eyebrows and looked at Li Qian, his expression was very entangled.

Li Qian looked at him with wide eyes.

Dad Li simply walked into the house, pulled Li Qian's computer chair and sat down, thought about it, and said very seriously: "Xiaoqian, Dad told you, this person, the ruler is short ......and long, what is the most important thing for a person? You know that, right?"

Li Qian was a little confused, "Dad, what do you mean?

Dad Li's face was a little embarrassed, he rubbed his hands and said, "No, I mean that, he ...... Hey, I mean, if you're chasing girls, you don't have to sing or anything!"

Li Qian was even more blindsided, and looked at his father with wide eyes, looking ignorant.

Dad Li frowned and said, "I mean...... For example, you think your mother was beautiful back then, right? In the words of your children now, it was also a school flower, don't look at her as a housewife now, she looked so good back then! Hey, don't say anything else, you look in the mirror yourself, your face looks more like her. And she is not only good-looking, what recitation, singing, singing, hosting, everyone is a good hand, then every year is our school's literary and artistic pacesetter, amazing! But what about your father and me? I don't look ugly, that is, an ordinary person, and I can't make up two or two artistic cells all over my body, but what is the final result, your mother is not chasing me?"

"Yo!" Li Qian heard his father talk about the history of the revolutionary family for the first time, and his eyes suddenly lit up, and he sat on the bed, and he didn't care about asking about the song, so he quickly asked: "Then tell me, how did you attract my mother back then?"

Dad Li's back straightened, and his eyebrows almost flew up, "Nothing else, our grandfather is so well written! This song, he can hum a few words alone, but novels, can it also be written by a person? Yes, it is not easy to sing well, but can she compare to us who directly turns the novel into pencil and can still get a large amount of manuscript fees? You say, if I didn't write a novel back then, and just took the guitar and sang to your mother, would she fall in love with me?"

Li Qian smacked his lips and began to taste back. But it's a bit of a twist, and he's a little unsure.

After thinking about it, he said, "What do you mean is that instead of singing, I might as well put my mind on writing a love poem or something, right......? What does that mean?"

Dad Li slapped his thigh when he heard this, and deliberately came over, pointing his finger in the direction of the Wang family on the opposite side, and whispered, "Actually, it's nothing for you to sing, but the problem is that the two sisters at the door are doing this, you said that you copied a song as your own singing to others, can there be a person who won't be pierced in the future?

Really!

The old man put so much effort and made such a big detour, and sure enough, he landed here!

He thought he was plagiarizing the song!

And once he thought he was plagiarizing, the old man also automatically completed all the plots: he was trying to impress Wang Jinglu, so he copied a song to prepare to say that he wrote it himself!

Lao Wenqing's mind is really enough!

But the question is, do I have two of them?

Li Qian opened his mouth and wanted to defend something, but ...... He scratched his head again, suddenly not knowing what to say.

To tell the truth, in this world, he can say with confidence that I wrote this song. But, but, but......

Dad Li was very proud of this time, thinking that his education of his son this time was timely and successful, and he suddenly felt that his father was full of love, and he felt that he was a father with a sense of accomplishment. He stood up directly, forgetting to even pull his son to read the manuscript, and raised his legs and left. Before going out, he felt that something was missing, so he turned around and turned back, "By the way, you still sing well...... Uh, what's the name of this song? Do you have a tape here?"

Li Qian shook his head, his face full of melancholy, "The name of the song is "Dark Fragrance". ”

Dad Li didn't see the little tangled and twisted careful thinking in his son's heart, but nodded, "This name is good, it's quite a good match! Well, especially this word, it is written with a meaning!"

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After dinner, Li's father and mother watched a TV series in the living room, while Li Qian was sad alone in his room.

Is it true that people with a bottom line are miserable?

When faced with his father's doubts, he actually felt that if he strongly stated that this song was his original, he would definitely blush...... No wonder I messed up so badly in my last life!

The skin is too thin!

However, when he thought of the struggle in his previous life, he suddenly felt a little harder in his heart.

"Damn, Lao Tzu has been struggling on the poverty line in his last life, and has been dragging the back of national statistics for more than 30 years, not to mention the Aston Martin Ferrari Porsche, even the Ford Mustang Lao Tzu can't afford it, at least I have to get a Great Wall brand trot in this life, right? Anyway, in this world, I must be original!"

When I thought about it, it suddenly became clear in front of me.

He quickly took out his locked journal and began to write songs.

Song after song, lyrics and songs, and even some of the arrangements he wrote down - for a semi-professional songwriter and amateur singer who had been in the music industry for more than a decade, this was too simple. It is no exaggeration to say that there must be at least hundreds or thousands of finished songs that he can remember in his head. If a scenario is triggered, he can always think of more.

He was struggling to write when his phone vibrated twice.

took the phone and glanced at it, it was a text message, sent by Wang Jinglu. Click on it to take a look, and sure enough, it's blank again.

Li Qian put down the pen and remembered the extremely delicate little face, and his emotions suddenly became a little complicated.

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In the living room, watching his son go out and go around, open the door and go out, and when the door closed, Dad Li proudly touched Li's mother with his elbow, "I saved my son just now!"

Mama Li glanced back at him in her busy schedule, her attention was on the TV series just now, and she didn't hear what Dad Li said at all, so she caught a glimpse of his eyebrows dancing, so she pushed him away, "Don't make trouble, watch TV, wait for midnight, what if your son comes back halfway, you still have to be shameless!"

Dad Li's face instantly showed a constipation-like expression.