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Throughout the day, the tape that Wang Bo gave to Liang Ya was swirling in the Walkman of Class 9 students, from the front row to the back row, from the left row to the right row, from morning to afternoon, until the end of school in the afternoon, almost everyone in Class 9 passed it all over the time, and finally returned to Liang Ya's hands.

"Yaya, now everyone in the class has almost finished listening, but you, the person who should have listened first, didn't listen. I just listened to it with Li Qianru, hey, it's really good. You can't listen now, if you want to listen, I'll ask Li Qianru to borrow her walkman. Now she still has some power in her machine. Liang Ya's tablemate Reed tempted Liang Ya again. Today, throughout the day, the reed tempted Liang Ya no less than ten times, and each time, Liang Ya looked calm, and said lightly, You listen first, and she will listen last.

Liang Ya opened the chemistry book and said without raising her head: "Forget it." Classes are coming soon. I'll go back and listen. ”

Lu Wei pursed his lips and smiled, thinking to himself, his table mate is really stable, and the whole class is going crazy because of Wang Bo's "Meet", especially a few boys who especially like to listen to songs, are discussing whether to go to Class 7 to find that "Wang Zi'an" to learn art. Some girls also had bright eyes and were very excited, as if Wang Zi'an was already a certain singer. However, Liang Ya, who was at the center of the incident, was like the eye of a tornado, completely immobile for a whole day. Steady as Mount Tai, neither eager to try to grab an earbud, listen first. didn't follow the students in the class who were afraid that the world would not be chaotic, and applauded hard, praising Wang Bo's song as rare in the sky and unparalleled in the ground.

But is Liang Ya's heart really as she shows, calm and calm, and the water is not happy? This is probably only clear to herself.

The last class of the afternoon, for Liang Ya. It's almost unprecedentedly long, so long that it's an ordeal. She looked at the green electronic watch on her left wrist almost five times, each time. Time seems to be held back by something, moving slowly and sluggishly. On the podium, the chemistry teacher's lecture is also like listening to a book from heaven. The concept doesn't get into it at all. It's hard to get in. It's also extremely laborious to understand. There was always something in her bag that tempted her. Tempting her to put it into a machine that can play music as soon as possible, listen carefully, and take a look at it to see if it is as they say "good", "beautiful", and "sounds like heaven".

Why did he choose the name "Encounter"? Was it because he met someone? Who could this person be? To have such a great charm and honor for him to write songs for her?......

I really want to go home soon! A long sigh echoed in Liang Ya's heart.

"Jingle bell-" The bell for the end of class finally rang in Liang Ya's heart. Liang Ya immediately closed the textbook and put the cap of the fountain pen back on. Put it in the stationery box and get ready for the end of class.

But at this time, Fang Nanzheng, the chemistry teacher standing on the podium, spoke passionately. The bell rang at the end of class as if it had no effect on him, and he sang a solo show for five or six minutes with great emotion, until he realized that the class had become lifeless and the students began to fidget, looking around the classroom frequently, and then realized that the class was over. So, Fang Nan slapped the chalk ash on his hand unsatisfied, waved his hand to the students in the audience, and shouted to end class.

As soon as Fang Nan's class was finished, Liang Ya stood up, forgot to say "bye" to the reeds at the same table, picked up her schoolbag, hurriedly walked out of the classroom, and walked towards the parking shed.

Liang Ya's home is located in the teacher's family area of Yongcheng Middle School, which is a neighborhood with Zeng Siqi in Wang Bo's class, both near the big market in the east of the city. Liang Ya, who picked up the car at the carport, rode her mountain bike to her home as soon as possible. Normally, it usually takes her ten minutes to go home, but this time, it only took six minutes to ride the car into the gate of the family area.

Then, Liang Ya quickly drove the car into the carport, the chain didn't have time to lock the car, and as soon as the car was set up, she walked quickly to the unit building where she was located. Halfway through, it went from a brisk walk to a trot. A minute later, Liang Ya ran to the door of her own unit, and before she even had time to catch her breath, she began to knock on the door urgently.

Liang Ya's mother, Cheng Wenjin, was wearing a flower apron and was standing in front of the stove carrying an oil bottle, about to pour oil into the hot pot to stir-fry, when she heard a knock on the door, hurriedly turned off the fire, put down the oil bottle and opened the door.

"Why are you out of breath? Which one is sneering you?" Cheng Wenjin asked strangely when she saw that Liang Ya was panting, and a thin layer of sweat appeared on her smooth forehead. Cheng Wenjin is a native of the Demon Capital, but he has studied, lived and worked in Shudu for more than ten or twenty years, and there is no problem in hearing and hearing the Shudu dialect. But usually, when she communicates with people, even with her husband and daughter, she speaks Mandarin most of the time, and only occasionally speaks a few words of Shudu dialect to help the fun and adjust the atmosphere.

"I'm not a star, who is coming to pick me up?" Liang Ya smiled at her mother, suddenly blinked again, and said mysteriously, "However, our school, maybe there will be a star in the future?" After speaking, ignoring his mother's stunned eyes, he took off his shoes by the shoe cabinet at the door, changed into slippers, and walked towards his bedroom with a jump.

Cheng Wenjin didn't care about her daughter's words, thinking that young people nowadays are star-studded all day long, but is it really that easy to become a star? Liang Ya's words made Cheng Wenjin quickly think of herself when she was young, when she was on the stage of the Sichuan Yin Literary Gala, dressed in costume, and attracted everyone's attention, singing to the audience, if it weren't for the fact that she later met Liang Jingquan, a talented man from the C Chinese Department, fell in love, and moths to the fire, so that she had no intention of studying, and later she dropped out of school early because of an accident, and became an unmarried mother when she was a sophomore......

Cheng Wenjin shook his head, drove these old memories out of his mind, and turned back to the kitchen.

Liang Ya, who returned to her boudoir, took out the tape that had been put on the road today I don't know how many times it had been put in today, and opened a blue plastic case SONY Walkman. Bring the earbuds, stuff the tape into the fuselage, and close the door with a "snap". Raise your hand and get ready to press play.

But at the moment when she was about to press the play button, Liang Ya was inexplicably hesitant, expectant, worried, and a little vaguely afraid.

"Hmph, isn't it just a song, what do I have to be afraid of?" Liang Ya wrinkled her delicate nose and pouted. With a quiet "hum", Qianqian's index finger, which was placed on the play button, pressed it without hesitation.

Ten minutes later. Liang Ya's father, Liang Jingquan, also came home from work.

"It's so fragrant, wife, what are you going to eat tonight?" Liang Jingquan leaned against the door, holding a briefcase under his arm, and sniffed vigorously. "It should be my favorite fried pork! What more can my husband ask for? or my wife loves me the most. Liang Jingquan walked behind Cheng Wenjin, pressed his hand directly on Cheng Wenjin's upright buttocks, and pinched it lightly, with a satisfied look on his face.

"Be careful that the child sees it!" Cheng Wenjin's body trembled, his cheeks flushed, and his hand that was using a spoon to put the small fried meat in the pot into the plate shook it, and a few green peppers shook off the board. She then twisted around and took a small step forward. The squeezing sensation from the left hip disappears.

"Xiaoya has come back?" Hearing Cheng Wenjin say that Liang Ya was at home, Liang Jingquan immediately took two steps back. Pretended to ask.

Cheng Wenjin took a breath, continued to serve the food, and said without looking back: "In the bedroom, I was probably doing my homework." Wash your hands and call her to dinner. ”

"Yes. Liang Jingquan answered, put down the briefcase in his hand, washed his hands at the faucet, turned around and walked out of the kitchen, came directly to Liang Ya's bedroom, and knocked on the bedroom door opened by Liang Ya.

At this time, Liang Ya, her eyes were slightly closed, her mouth was humming quietly, she was wearing headphones, she was immersed in the artistic conception created by the soft and graceful melody of "Encounter" and Wang Bo's clear and ethereal voice, and she was very enjoyed, and she didn't hear Liang Jingquan's knock on the door at all.

"Xiaoya, it's time to eat. Liang Jingquan, who was standing at the door, shouted again.

But Liang Ya remained the same and did not react until Liang Jingquan personally patted his daughter's shoulder with his hand that Liang Ya woke up from her intoxication.

"Dad, are you back?" Liang Ya hurriedly took off one of the headphones.

"Well, just came back. What are you listening to, so fascinated by it? I didn't wake up after shouting twice. Liang Jingquan touched his daughter's silky hair, and a loving fatherly smile appeared on his face.

"A new song, listen to it. Would you like to listen to it, Dad?" Liang Ya shook the earbud she had taken off in her hand at her father, the other earbud still hanging in her ear.

"Don't listen to it! I don't know these songs you listen to? It's not love or love, it's sad and bitter, young people don't know the taste of sorrow, and they are worried about giving new words, false and exaggerated, and out of touch with reality!" Liang Jingquan shook his head.

"Where's the love song? I'll call my mom to listen!" Liang Ya didn't follow her mouth, she lied to her father, and ran towards the kitchen with a cigarette from her Walkman.

Liang Ya's home is not big, only about 60 square meters in the suite, and it is a two-bedroom apartment. In addition to the two bedrooms, there is a small balcony, a small living room, a relatively spacious kitchen, and a small bathroom and toilet. There is no dedicated dining room. However, since the kitchen is quite spacious, the family has set up a square table in the kitchen for daily living. When there is no one, one side of the square table is against the wall, and the family of three dominates the other, and when there are people, the square table is pulled open. If there are more people, they will go to the living room, lift the coffee table, make space, take in the round table shelf folded on the balcony and open it, cover the tabletop, squeeze it, and sit a dozen or so people without any problem.

Liang Ya rushed into the kitchen like a whirlwind. Her mother Cheng Wenjin was setting up the dishes and chopsticks, and Liang Ya stuffed the walkman in her hand and earplugs into Cheng Wenjin's hand like a treasure, and said eagerly: "Mom, I'll scoop the rice." You listen to this song first, a song that you are guaranteed not to hear. After listening, use the expert opinions of your Sichuan Yin students to give me comments and comments. ”

"Haha, Xiaoya, the song you listened to, I don't need to listen to it to give you a comment, four words: no disease! Also, what kind of expert is your mother? She doesn't even have a college diploma, at best, she is a dropout!" Before Cheng Wenjin could open his mouth, Liang Jingquan's hearty voice sounded in the kitchen.

Cheng Wenjin smiled "fluttering", and didn't mind her husband's teasing. He pretended to be angry and said, "If I hadn't been harmed by you, maybe you would have been able to watch me on TV now." ”

"Wronged! Then where can it be called a scourge? The two of us have been able to cross the same boat for a hundred years, and we have been sleeping together for a thousand years. Thousands of miles of marriage are tied by a thread, is the marriage arranged by God good?" Liang Jingquan spread his hands and began to drag the text to complain.

"Dad, Mom, don't you two praise yourself in a different way, okay? You think I can't hear it? Mom, hurry up and help me listen to it, evaluate it!" Liang Ya thought her parents were a little verbose. Seeing that Cheng Wenjin hadn't started listening to the song yet, he simply picked up two earbuds and stuffed them into his mother's two ear piercings with his own hands, and first reversed the part he had listened to. When I got to the end, I pressed the play button.

Liang Ya looked at the time, and after three or four minutes, she estimated that Cheng Wenjin had finished listening. took off his mother's two earphones. Eagerly asked, "Mom, how is it?"

"Not bad! The lyrics and songs are quite good, and they are rare songs in the past two years. The singer's voice is light and feminine, and it is a new voice. Whose song should not be able to produce this kind of work in China, which newcomer from Hong Kong and Taiwan is it?" Cheng Wenjin nodded, making a cautious evaluation with his professional opinions.

Liang Ya listened to this song "Encounter" three times, the first time she liked it, and the last two times the more she listened to it, the more she liked it. She knew it was a good song. Wang Bo also sang quite well, but he still didn't expect to get such a high evaluation from his mother. Liang Ya smiled "grin". He snatched the walkman from his mother's hand, cocked his chin, and said triumphantly, "A classmate in our grade wrote it." Lyrics, lyrics, arrangement and singing are all done by him. How's that, talented, right?"

"Poof——!" Liang Jingquan was taking a sip of the medicinal wine that Cheng Wenjin brewed for him with red dates and wolfberries, and before he swallowed it, he listened to his daughter's unashamed speech, "poof-" With a sip of medicinal wine, a mouthful of medicinal wine sprayed all over the table, on the table, on the plate, dotted with stars, and even Liang Ya's hands and face were sprayed by Liang Jingquan with wine and saliva. "Yes, I'm sorry, haha......" Liang Jingquan, who had finished spraying wine, apologized, the muscles on his face twitched, and he wanted to hold back, but in the end he couldn't help it, and finally laughed "hahahaha", while laughing, he pointed at Liang Ya with the chopsticks in his hand, and said breathlessly, "Xiao, Xiaoya, you are too funny." Please brag next time, and when you brag, think about the consequences of blowing the bull off. ”

Cheng Wenjin didn't laugh as unscrupulously as Liang Jingquan, but he couldn't help but smile on his face. She raised her hand and pulled out a tissue, wiped the saliva Xingzi that Liang Jingquan sprayed on the table silently, and said to Liang Ya: "Xiaoya, frankly, this is the funniest joke I've heard you tell over the years." ”

Liang Ya was also wiping the wine stains that her father sprayed on her hands and face, feeling a little nauseous. At this point, she can be regarded as inheriting her mother Cheng Wenjin's hygiene habits, and she has a lot of cleanliness. Liang Ya was a little dissatisfied with her own truth, and was teased by her parents as a big joke, if she hadn't been disgusted by her father's flying spittle, she would definitely refute it immediately. For example, Wang Bo, who has never been seen before or since, shocked the whole school with a super high score of 728.5 in the joint entrance examination, and brought out the fact that his English 149.5 was prohibitive and could not catch up at all, and sold his guitar playing skills that were said to be "superb" because he was confined to his face and could not listen to them in person, so that they could know what a real genius is and what a frog at the bottom of the well is.

When Liang Ya, like her mother, tried her best to deal with the pollution source caused by Liang Jingquan in a way that was not obvious and took care of her father's face and feelings, she suddenly thought of Wang Bo's breakthrough today, which made her flustered, blushing and heartbeat, both "out of line" and bold. Liang Ya was taken aback, almost instinctively, and immediately realized that in front of her loving and strict father, and her loving but not strict mother, who maintained a high degree of consistency with her father in her attitude towards her interactions with the opposite sex, it was better not to mention the words Wang Bo and Wang Zi'an in front of the two of them.

"Believe it or not!" Liang Ya pursed her mouth, "dejected", like a defeated chicken, picked up the chopsticks that had been wiped with paper by herself, drove the rice on the surface of the rice bowl towards the edge of the bowl, and picked up the rice from the bottom of the bowl.

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