I feel that it is not easy for Ah Jin to find inspiration outside with a guitar on his back, and when Zheng Si met Ah Jin on campus again, he took Ah Jin to the arched doorway formed by bamboo very shamefully, but when he went, there were already people sitting and playing guitars.

Zheng Si looked at it, the man was slightly fat, with an eggplant printed on the T-shirt, and his face looked very tender, probably a freshman.

Seeing Ah Jin with a guitar on his back, the man beckoned Ah Jin to come over and communicate. When his gaze fell on Zheng Si, the man's face froze, but he didn't say anything.

Zheng Si, who was about to walk away, thought about it, walked to the side and jumped on a tree to listen to the two talking.

This person's name is Zhang He, familiar people call him eggplant, freshman, is the school guitar association, because the guitar association will have a performance in May and October every year, but not everyone has the opportunity to go on stage, recently the association is selecting people to go on stage, Zhang He plans to practice more, and strive to have the opportunity to show on stage.

It's just that, compared to Ah Jin, in terms of guitar playing skills, Zhang He is still a little tender.

"Nice buddy!" Zhang He praised that it was a pity to hear that Ah Jin was not from this school, otherwise he would have been able to join the association. I also heard that Ah Jin had played in the square and the underground passage, and said with admiration: "Every time I saw those street performers playing guitar in the past, I always couldn't help but want to stay with others, and my classmates thought I was ashamed." Speaking of which, most of those people played pretty well, and the sound in the underground passages was exceptionally good. ”

After sighing, Zhang He talked about his guitar history.

"At first, I couldn't hold the strings, but then after the calloon, it got better. The process is still a little painful, but, man, you can't be afraid of pain!! Be yourself! If you don't practice the guitar like this, you can't practice the guitar! Zhang He raised his hand to show off the cocoon he had finally practiced.

Zheng Si glanced over there, this little fat man was really easy to satisfy.

After staying for a while, Zhang and Ah Jin exchanged their mobile phone numbers, asking Ah Jin to come to Chuhua University next week and take Ah Jin to see their guitar association's performance.

After taking Ah Jin around the campus, Zheng Si left him alone and went out to have fun by himself.

Three days later. Zheng Si thought that Ah Jin had left Chuhua University. I saw him again.

Zheng Si didn't go out of school for a walk that day, because the sheriff and Ah Huang were rarely let out of the door, and Da Fat was also kicked out by his old lady to let him exercise more. So, the four cats stopped and walked to the old tile house area.

Zheng Si thought he could find a clean place with leaves to shade and sleep on the roof for an afternoon. I didn't expect to hear the sound of an electric guitar coming from there before I got close.

The sheriff moved his ears. I kind of want to turn away. It's just that Zheng Si is still going over there, and the other two haven't left, and it also followed.

Zheng Si was curious about when a noisy element came here. I want to see what it is.

There was a tiled house where miscellaneous items were put out, and there were more than a dozen students in it, and the sound came from this tiled house.

The other three all stopped not far away, and only Zheng Si approached, jumped on the windowsill, and looked inside.

The window was open, and the place where Zheng Si was standing was close to a large table, and there was a pot of flowers on the table, just blocking Zheng Si, and the people inside didn't notice him, and they didn't pay attention at all, they all stared at the two people in the middle of the room.

There was also a guitar on the table by the windowsill, and there was no one in front of the table, so Zheng Si could see the situation in the room.

In the middle of the room stood two young men, one of whom was Ah Jin. The other man was wearing a black tank top, dyed yellow hair, and his hair was a little long, with a small braid.

These two people are racing the electric guitar, Zheng Si doesn't know what it feels like when he is soaring, but seeing these two people sweating profusely, it is estimated that it is not very easy.

The people around him, including the Zhang He that Zheng Si had seen, were all as if they had been beaten with chicken blood, their faces turned red with excitement, and they seemed to be trying their best to endure something, and some people were unconsciously gesturing in their hands.

When the two of them finally stopped, the people standing next to them started talking, and a few of them screamed.

Sure enough, laymen can only watch the excitement, although Zheng Si thinks that these two people play the guitar very well, but they are not as excited as others, but these two people are really fast when they play.

"President, that's it, right?!" A tall girl with a ponytail said.

The man in the pigtailed vest who had just been with Ah Jin nodded, said a few more words to Ah Jin, answered the phone, and asked Ah Jin, Zhang and the other two to stay here to help take care of things, and they were going to leave for a while.

The original training place of the guitar association is now renovated by the school, so they had to temporarily move the place, and applied to the school for a house in the old tile housing area as a temporary gathering place, and then moved back when the renovation was completed.

Listening to the talk of the four people who stayed in the house, Zheng Si knew that it was about the performance of the school guitar association next week, and the opening song they were going to open was Canon played with double guitars, but unfortunately the guitarist who originally cooperated with the president of the association had a finger injury and had to be replaced, but the association could not find a candidate who satisfied everyone for a while, so he retreated to the next best thing and was ready to find foreign aid, so Zhang He contacted Ah Jin. Seven foreign aid from guitar associations in other schools, plus Ah Jin, were selected and chosen, and after the piano just now, the association's decision-makers finalized Ah Jin.

Hearing that Ah Jin was selected, Zhang He was very happy, in contrast, Ah Jin was much calmer, he knew that there would be such a result after listening to several other people playing, and the performance that could stay in the night tower was basically a profession, and the technique was not patient, and he had been cultivating and fighting in the night tower for so long, which was better than most people in the school.

Actually, choosing to come over and try, Ah Jin didn't immediately agree to come down at first, after all, once he decided, he had to come over often to train and cooperate before the performance, and there were also several important performances in the night building, so the time was very tight. After thinking about it for a long time, he decided to come over, and now, he has no regrets at all about agreeing to come here.

Stepping into this complex society, jumping into this big dye vat, it is difficult to be alone, especially in the days of working in the night building, Ah Jin understands the difficulties and has seen the dirt behind some of the glamour in the circle. But after getting used to it, he found that the pure enthusiasm was missing, and here, he found the lost purity.

The four people in the room were still talking about some guitar-related things with great interest, what metal 5 chords, high octaves decomposition, etc., Zheng Si didn't understand, and Zheng Si hadn't seen the piano clip behind "Cross Street" mentioned by Zhang He, so Zheng Si was really not interested in the content of these people's dialogues.

Just as he was about to go down from the windowsill to find another place to sleep, Zheng Si found that the sheriff and Ah Huang had come over. I guess it's because no one is racing the guitar anymore that I have the courage to approach. Jumped on the windowsill and looked curiously inside the house.

Big Fat looked at the three cats on the windowsill, yawned lazily, and then walked slowly and jumped on the windowsill.

Four cats crouched side by side on the windowsill. The people inside immediately noticed this side.

The biggest reaction was still Zhang And. This guy's first reaction when he saw the four cats was to immediately scoop the water glass he had rested on the table into his arms.

The three, including Ah Jin, were surprised by Zhang Ji's behavior.

"Why do you react like this? Eggplant? One asked.

Zhang He looked at the four cats on the windowsill, "The painful experience of military training!" ”

The two of them let out an "oh-" sound, seeing that Ah Jin was still confused. told the interesting story of the original military training.

At the beginning of the military training, Zhang He's phalanx was not far from Jiao Wei and them, and Zhang He was also one of the victims of the incident between the sheriff and Ah Huang pushing the water cup. Zhang He's favorite kettle was pushed down the steps by Ah Huang and fell off a large piece of paint, which made Zhang He feel distressed and lose two pounds.

As the two men spoke, the sheriff, who had been confined to his home for so long and had more energy and even more hands, stepped from the windowsill onto the large table and came to the guitar resting there.

The three people in the room looked at Ah Jin, and the guitar belonged to Ah Jin. I played it when I came to this tiled house, and then I ran the guitar, so I put the guitar here for the time being, and I didn't put it in a bag. He has three guitars, this guitar is the cheapest among them, more civilian, similar to the one used by some students in the association, it is too expensive for him to carry it around, but even so, it doesn't mean that he doesn't care, it's just, looking at the black cat squatting on the windowsill, Ah Jin hesitated for a moment.

If Zheng Si wasn't here, Ah Jin would have rushed over to protect the guitar.

Zheng Si didn't stop the sheriff, he was more curious about what the sheriff would do next.

None of the four people in the room said a word, and they all stared at the sheriff. For a while, compared to the white-hot atmosphere of the electric guitar ten minutes ago, it is really in line with the quietness of the old tile house area now.

The sheriff tilted his head in front of the guitar and looked at it, his tail wagging slowly, then he lifted his claw to hook on a metal string on the guitar and retracted his claws.

The sound of the metal strings vibrating made the sheriff hunch his back and jump back, and when the sound died down, he boldly leaned in again, as if addicted, and continued to raise his claws to hook the metal strings.

didn't press the strings, and the sound was just an empty string sound, which sounded pure noise to Zheng Si, and the sheriff's behavior was just a toy found with cheap hands and curiosity, and it didn't have any sense of musical art.

To Zheng Si's surprise, Ah Jin not only did not stop the sheriff from harming his guitar, but also immediately put down the guitar sheet he was holding, took out a small notebook and pen from the guitar bag behind his back, and began to write something.

I don't know if it was just a refreshing race with someone, but now Ah Jin is in quite good shape, and he has been immersed in his own creative world since he started writing, perhaps, there is also the noise of the sheriff's "playing" that has entered his creative world.

Zhang He walked over and looked at it, then opened his mouth, walked back to his place and sat down softly, and made a lip shape to the two of them - "composing".

Zheng Si also saw Zhang Ji's mouth shape, looked at the sheriff who was playing guitar strings to make noise, and then looked at Ah Jin, who was immersed in composition, Zheng Si couldn't help but wonder if he not only had no music cells, but even the standard of music appreciation was distorted. But seeing the choked faces of Zhang and the three of them, I suddenly felt that Ah Jin seemed to be really talented, otherwise how could he hear inspiration from the sheriff's noisy "performance"?!

It was once said that cats are the melancholy poets of the city, and that they are born maverick wandering artists. Zheng Si never felt it, but now it seems that maybe it's true, but he doesn't understand the art of cats.

Half an hour later, Ah Jin, who was struggling to write, looked up again at the three cats on the windowsill, and the sheriff who was standing in front of the guitar and was licking his paws without "playing", and wrote four words in the notebook - "Cat's Fantasy". (To be continued)