Later, I went to An Luo's house to practice, because the president said that he wanted to organize activities, and there were very few girls in the guitar club, so I hoped we could all go. The president said that it was a freshman exchange event, and I only later learned that it was a friendship with the guitar club of the school next door, and because everyone was a freshman, it was called a "freshman exchange event".

I thought that the president would be very good to me on weekdays, so I agreed to participate and play and sing a song.

I regretted it a little after I agreed, I didn't sing in front of anyone except for music lessons and singing with everyone, and I have been playing music for a while learning guitar, and I haven't played and sung. If I don't sing well at that time, I'm afraid that the president will be extremely distressed about the saliva that was wasted when he persuaded me to participate in the event.

Wen Bingchen is the best friend of the opposite sex I know other than An Luo.

At that time, he lived next door to Anluo, and he was a senior who was one year older than me. He has a very different personality from An Luo, he smiles very brightly, and his eyes are gentle even if he doesn't smile. When he doesn't speak, he has a literati and elegant demeanor. But this is only when I first saw him, he was confused by appearance, he had an incomparably naïve heart, especially like to play tricks on people, and sometimes when he spoke, he felt that he could make Master Confucius so angry that he jumped out of the loess and said: "It's insulting." ”

Because I made an appointment with bean sprouts on Saturday afternoon, I could only go to An Luo's house in the morning to practice guitar. Fortunately, he is a person who lives a very regular life, and he will not sleep lazily even on weekend mornings.

An Luo's house is not big, the open kitchen and dining table are very tidy, he should not be very good at cooking, and the refrigerator is almost only drinks. I love the big floor-to-ceiling windows with the sofa and bookcase next to it.

I often fantasize about him sitting there reading, listening to a song on his shoulder, letting the sky clear or the storm outside, letting time fly by. The years are quiet, just because there is a person who jumps in his heart and snuggles up to him.

On the Nth repetition of the first measure, there is a knock at the door. The deafening knock on the door was as menacing as a loan shark coming to collect a debt and a lover coming to catch a traitor.

I put down my guitar and Anlo went to open the door.

"Hey, it's a big weekend, what kind of guitar do you play, it's so ugly, I can't play those few notes over and over again, I don't have this talent, I give up" The blindfold of the person at the door is still hanging on the door of his head, it should be that I played the guitar and made him sleep.

"It's nine o'clock in the morning, normal people are up, and the sound of the guitar is not up to the decibel level of noise, so it's not a nuisance," An Luo said as he prepared to close the door.

The man ran in and walked up to me: "Why do you think you are a little familiar?" Where have you seen it? ”

"Your way of accosting you is too old-fashioned," I looked at the person in front of me in pajamas and with fluffy hair, and went through it in my mind, and I couldn't find this person in my memory.

"What's your name, I think about it, it seems to be the beginning of summer?"

"How do you know me?"

"Sure enough, it's you, my name is Wen Bingchen and you are one year older than you."

"Have we met?" I really can't find the slightest memory of the man in front of me.

"You haven't seen me, but I've gone to see you, because I've received your love letters, and I want to see what kind of god can write such sensual words."

"Me? Is there a mistake in writing a love letter to you? You're not my cup of tea! ”

"I didn't say it all, it's a love letter you wrote for someone else."

I did write love letters for people a lot at school. But I've only seen people who asked me to write love letters, and I don't know what kind of people they want to give, and every time I write them, I fantasize about them being written by An Luo.

"Then it seems that in the future, I will have to pick and choose someone to write love letters for others, which little girl who doesn't open her eyes has fallen in love with someone as rude and rude as you."

"How did you write that watery pink bubble when you're so vicious?"

"How do you know I wrote it?"

"I was an accounting major who gave me a love letter, and I was quite surprised that a girl who wrote poems with an abacus in one hand and a poem in the other, and when I met her, I knew in two sentences that it was not written by her, and then you were betrayed."

"Ahem," An Luo coughed dryly.

I looked at Wen Bingchen, who had no intention of leaving, and began to give an eviction order: "Then it's nice to meet you, you can go back." ”

"You don't look like you're glad to know me."

"I'm going to practice guitar, shouldn't you go back and sort out your image?"

"Hey, that's your boyfriend, you've been living with someone since your freshman year, you're not like words, it's too unlike."

"What are you talking about, we're just friends, I'm afraid of disturbing my roommate in the dormitory, you can go, you" I said and pushed Wen Bingchen out the door.

"Since we're friends, I'll come back to you when I've packed up my image," Wen Bingchen said before I closed the door, and winked at me.

"That, I don't know him, but it's a coincidence that everyone is in the same school, and they still live next door to you." I smiled after closing the door, trying to relieve the air that had solidified due to Wen Bingchen's agitation.

"Keep practicing," An Luo picked up the guitar.

"You can master it with your left hand, but you have to pay attention to the rhythm with your right hand." Anlo continued after I sat down with my guitar.

"It's too hard," I complained.

"Would you like to consider a simpler song?"

"No, I like Daoxiang very much, don't you think the lyrics and MV are very beautiful?"

"Jay Chou's songs are very good"

"So, what's your favorite? Seven mile incense? When you were in junior high school, you played and sang at school celebrations. ”

"Do you remember?"

"Of course"

"I don't have a favorite song, but I like it all."

"And will you do this one?"

"Hmm," Anlo nodded.

"My fingers hurt so much, I'll appreciate it if you demonstrate it." Anyway, at that moment, I really wanted to hear him play and sing.

He took the guitar I handed him and started singing.

“…… Cherish everything, even if you don't have ......"

Memories and time, songs and him are beautiful.

"I made an appointment with bean sprouts in the afternoon, would you like to join us if you're okay? Just at noon and we're having dinner together? "At the end of the morning's hard work, I asked An Luo.

"What do you want to eat?"

"I'll ask the sprouts first," I said, calling the sprouts, but she didn't answer.

There was another knock on the door, and An Luo packed up his guitar and had no intention of stopping to open the door.

I hung up the phone and went to open the door. "Why are you here again?" When I saw it, it was Wen Bingchen who asked.

"I worked hard to line up to pack it back, you haven't eaten yet, have you?" Wen Bingchen walked in unceremoniously.

"Hey, why are you familiar with yourself, I haven't invited you in yet?" I chased him all the way to the table.

"Didn't we just know each other, do you want to introduce each other in a grand and detailed way? Oh yes, I don't know what his name is yet? ”

"His name is An Luo, oops, what did I tell you"

"An Luo, come over and eat together" Wen Bingchen called at An Luo, as if this was his home. Then he put the packaged food on the table and said to me, "I don't know what you like, this is the hottest restaurant next to our neighborhood, and there is a queue every time I order a meal." Oh, by the way, milk tea, you were drinking milk tea when I first met you. After he finished speaking, he handed me the milk tea, which is the one I love to drink.

An Luo approached the table with a displeased face, "Go back to your own house." ”

"You're welcome, I've bought it all. It's good to invite me next time. ”

"We asked a friend out for dinner, you can eat it yourself, we're going to go," I explained.

"Oh? Are you sure? It wasn't intentional, was it? ”

It happened that bean sprouts called at this time, and I glanced at the caller ID to Wen Bingchen: "Look, we really made an appointment with friends." ”

"Then you pick it up, I'll listen, turn on the hands-free."

"Hey, at the beginning of the year, the senior actually said that he would invite me to lunch at noon, and in order to thank me for filling out the hundred questionnaires, you can solve it yourself, and the old place will not be scattered at two o'clock in the afternoon." The whisper of bean sprouts came over the phone, but the hands-free made it impossible for us to hear it clearly. As soon as I saw it, she was secretly calling with the senior of the environmental organization, and she hung up without waiting for me to answer.

The atmosphere went into an awkward state with the beep after the phone hung up. At this time, my stomach screamed twice at an inopportune time, and Wen Bingchen saw this: "Then you are hungry, let's eat together." ”

When he opened the lunch box, as soon as the fragrance wafted in, I compromised, instinctively swallowed my saliva, and then walked over and pulled An Luo: "Or?" Let's have dinner together, shall we? ”

In fact, I never realized that from a certain moment onwards, Anlo never refused my request.