"Guess what I bought?" Halfway through the meal, Hu Haoran began to wink at Lin Zhiyi.

"Pay attention to the image!"

"Hey, boring. Peep pedal, pedal, see! Out of nowhere, Hu Haoran took out a 41-inch sunset yellow guitar.

"Are you crazy? Aren't toys not allowed in the school? ”

"What a toy! This is a serious instrument! Gibso

Do you know? Thousands of dollars! Hu Haoran pointed to the English letters on the front of the piano and said proudly.

"That's not allowed." Lin Zhiyi said no, and his hands were already on the piano unconsciously, "Wow, this paint is so beautiful!" ”

"Cool, this print is made by me, HHR, Hu Haoran!"

The black fingerboard of the guitar is inlaid with a small maple leaf-shaped silver print, with the overall sunset yellow, which is very elegant, but the letters on the headpiece are a little cheesy.

Hu Haoran took out the big guy that attracted the attention of many people, he has always loved to be in the limelight, and no longer plays and sings, how can he be worthy of his carefully prepared appearance for the new guitar.

The capo is sandwiched between the five frets, first the prelude to the four chords of C, Gm, Am, and Fm, and then the lyrics are brought in, "Back to the original starting point, remember your green face, we finally came to this day......"

Hu Haoran's pitch is excellent, his voice is transparent and bright, when he sings, the whole canteen is listening to it in silence, and after singing a song "Those Years", the canteen resounded with warm applause.

"Students!" Hu Haoran put down his guitar, stood on the chair, and loudly announced a message that he had learned in advance from the Political and Educational Department, "After the mid-term exam in the next semester, our first-year high school students can participate in club activities!" ”

There was another cheer.

"I, Hu Haoran in the first (6th) class of high school, want to join the school's music club! And to form a band that belongs to our school! ”

"What band?" The music club of Zhiyuan Middle School now has an orthodox official Western band and a folk band.

"Rock Band!" Hu Haoran held his guitar high and shouted with great confidence!

This heroic move attracted many fans for him.

"Students with musical talents are welcome to sign up for their own bands. The band is still missing a bassist, a rhythm guitarist, and a drummer! Seats are limited, merit-based admission! ”

"What about the keyboardist?" Waiting for Hu Haoran to sit down, Lin Zhiyi asked before he was surrounded by the crowd.

"Of course it's you!"

It turned out that he had already arranged it. To form a band, this is Lin Zhiyi's dream all along, and Hu Haoran also knows it. He was glad that his friend remembered this, even though everything was not quite what he had imagined.

"Just with your three-legged cat kung fu, you want to form a band?" On the other side of the cafeteria, a teenager stood up and made a different sound.

The crowd that wrapped Hu Haoran unconsciously made way for his aura, allowing him to face Hu Haoran directly.

"What class are you from, and you have such a big mouth."

Hu Haoran was not to be outdone, and strode towards the kid who slapped him in the face in public. He had a guitar in his hand and was ready to beat him up with real strength.

"It doesn't matter who I am, bring the piano." Although the young man's height is shorter than Hu Haoran, he is not stage frightened at all when he speaks, "Don't dare? ”

Hu Haoran was a little hesitant, he only learned guitar for two months, although he learned some appearance with talent, but if he really met any masters, he would be exhausted. He looked at the tips of the fingers of the boy's left hand, which was still very immature, not like he often practiced stringed instruments.

The surrounding melon-eating crowd began to coax, "Battle, Battle!" ”

"I'll give it to you."

The boy unceremoniously took the piano and sat down nearby, with the headstock facing to the right.

"It's a left-hander!" Hu Haoran saw the thick layer of calluses on the fingers of the young man's right hand with his naked eyes, and his heart was half cold.

Before the boy played, he turned the knob of the first string for half a circle, and when Hu Haoran played just now, he accidentally touched it and loosened the strings. After making sure that there was no problem with the guitar's intonation, the boy sat upright again and took a deep breath.

As soon as he raised his hand, the breathing of the people around him stopped, what kind of routine is this? The bass and treble parts of the strings are going on at the same time, the right hand is almost always switching chords in different positions, the left hand plucks the strings very fast and beats the strings and the body from time to time, and the afterimage of the hand can be seen visually, the rhythm of the music is fast, and the boy plays an excellent sense of dynamism, it is not an exaggeration to say that he is playing a piano. It's really distracting for a second.

"Why don't you sing yet?" A little girl in the crowd wondered.

"Shhhh A boy who has been exposed to this kind of guitar performance said.

"'Fight,' Kotaro Oshio." Lin Zhiyi remembered the video of the Japanese guitarist he had seen on the Internet, and the performance of the teenager in front of him was not inferior to the original, but more energetic. I didn't expect that in Zhiyuan High School, in addition to himself, there were people with such a good performance level.

The strings stopped vibrating, the cafeteria was silent, and the boy returned the guitar to Hu Haoran.

"Who the hell are you?" Hu Haoran gritted his teeth with hatred for this person who stole his limelight.

"I'm the man who wants to be the number one guitarist in the world."

This line full of middle and second sense doesn't sound funny at all, because at his level, it is very likely to become a reality!

Hu Haoran took the guitar handed by the young man with numbness, and before the young man turned to leave, he also gave him a sentence, "Don't destroy the heavens." ”

"It's too much!" After the crowd dispersed, Hu Haoran really wanted to smash the piano that had been defiled by the enemy in front of Lin Zhiyi.

Lin Zhiyi saw that he was still reluctant, so he took the initiative to hand over the steps and said, "You two are taking different routes, you sing very well." ”

"Ahh Hu Haoran was even more angry when he heard this evasive evaluation. "What the hell is that bastard!"

"Oh, our class, it's called Zeppelin." When Lin Zhiyi said this, he still had a little pride on his face.

"Ahh Hu Haoran was completely angry. "Get out!"

Zeppelin didn't take the midday battle to heart, there were too many guys who thought they had mastered the instrument after a few lessons of guitar.

He just felt a little reluctant to the feel of the piano, it deserved to be a century-old brand, the strings were so comfortable to press, and then looked back at the family a few domestic pianos that they bought with frugality, although it was not bad, but it was not good enough.

"What does it matter? As long as their owners are good enough. Zeppelin thought that when he first took up the guitar, he still hated this humble instrument.

"Mom, what about the piano!"

When Zeppelin was in the sixth grade, he passed by the musical instrument shop and saw a beautiful young lady playing the piano, so he couldn't move his feet. It would be nice to sit next to the young lady and play with four hands. He and his mother struggled for two months, and finally got the promise. However, when he ran into the house full of joy after school, his mother gave him a guitar that cost less than 1,000 yuan in the piano shop.

"What is this? I don't learn. Zeppelin threw the guitar to the ground, but the triple plywood fell unscathed on the mahogany floor.

Dad picked up the guitar and persuaded kindly, "Berlin, the cheapest piano costs more than 10,000 yuan, and the follow-up teacher's lessons are not cheap, the family house is newly bought, and I still owe more than one million yuan in loans to the bank." Mom and Dad really can't come up with the money, this guitar is bought for you by my mother with her own bonus this month, and she is not willing to buy the new bag she wanted to buy. Mom and Dad want to support your hobbies, too, but that's all we can do. I hope you can forgive Mom and Dad, is that okay? ”

Zeppelin pondered for a while, stretched out his immature little hand to take the guitar, and hugged his father, "Okay." At that moment, he made up his mind that he must learn the guitar hard and learn to be the best in the world, so that it will not be worse than the piano.

When he first started playing the piano, Zeppelin practiced frantically, and after returning home from the piano shop, he practiced for several hours, soak his fingers in hot water, and the skin on his hands fell down layer by layer, and in the most serious cases, there would be blisters, and his mother held back tears and used a sterilized needle to pick out the blisters for him.

"Son, it's so hard, let's not practice."

"No, I can't. The teacher said that after the calluses on his hands, he was fine. ”

It wasn't until a few months later that the thickness of the calluses on the fingers stabilized. Zeppelin immediately ramped up his practice. He is one of the most improved in the piano business. Folk guitar lessons were too simple for him. He proposed to his teacher to learn classical guitar. But the teacher said that to learn classical guitar, you need to change to a classical guitar. When I asked how much it was, the medium-priced one was more than 10,000 yuan, which was enough to buy an entry-level piano. He thought about it for a while, then he didn't ask any more questions, and he didn't go to the piano shop anymore.

He didn't believe it, the same guitar, folk guitar he couldn't play better. He taught himself music theory lessons online, followed online videos, and learned a variety of guitar techniques, including electric guitar and Franmendo guitar. With this stubborn momentum, his guitar level rose quickly. Zeppelin also actively participates in various guitar competitions, one is to get prize money and change himself to a better piano, and the other is to compete with rare masters in competitions, so that he can grow faster. Before he knew it, he had become deeply fascinated by this seemingly simple but infinitely varied instrument.

Later, the housing prices in Zhucheng rose a wave, and the wages of my parents also rose, and the pressure on the family was suddenly lightened. Dad asked him, "Do you want to learn piano again?" ”

"No, I'm going to play the guitar to the number one in the world."