"Come on, will I be afraid of you?" Wang Qi is also very tough, the two are tense, and the manager is also watching at the counter. Fu Haifeng pulled Wang Qi away and said, "I'm sorry, my brother has just debuted and doesn't understand the rules, how much can you understand." The man looked at Fu Haifeng and said, "You still know the rules, so let's do it, I have a glass of wine here, you let this beauty drink it, and forget it." The man brought a glass of wine from the table and pushed it in front of Jingya, who took a few steps back in fear. Fu Haifeng stood in front of her and said: "She is a girl, she should not drink, I will do this glass of wine for me." Fu Haifeng picked up the wine glass and drank it all, the man took the glass, sneered, poured the remaining wine in the cup on Fu Haifeng's face, and said, "I haven't finished drinking it yet." He put down his glass and walked away, and the people in the bar looked at the bandstand, and the manager came over and said, "I'm sorry guys, but there is a little problem, and the show continues." The manager said a few words to Fu Haifeng and asked him not to take it to heart, thanking him for not smashing the field. Fu Haifeng walked to the stage and wiped his face, and Wang Qi played a violin song depressedly.

After the performance, the three of them packed up their instruments, and the manager said: "Today, fortunately, you have endured a little, that person is the little overlord in the Wangfujing area, you have offended him, but there is no good fruit to eat." Fu Haifeng said: "When you go out, what you need most is patience, fortunately, it didn't bring you much trouble." The manager said, "Come back tomorrow, I'll give you an extra 50 yuan." Fu Haifeng took the money and walked out of the bar with Wang Qi and Jingya.

When the three of them returned to the living room, Wang Qi said indignantly: "Haifeng, if you hadn't stopped me, I would have beaten him flat, and I would have suffered such an insult." Fu Haifeng said: "There are many such people in society, and if you can endure it, you can't use force for such people." Jingya was silent.

The moon hung in the sky like a silver hook, the black sky was shrouded in a layer of mist, and Fu Haifeng sat on the lawn, smoking a cigarette. He recalled the days when he carried a guitar on his back and traveled to all corners of the capital to play, and he didn't know why he chose music? This kind of thing doesn't seem to have much to do with themselves, their parents are cultivators, they hope that their son will be admitted to college, get promoted and rich in the future, and glorify his ancestors, but he likes music, and loves it to death, and finally when he filled in the volunteers, he chose music behind his parents' back. He knew the hardships and tiredness of his parents, and after he went to college, he paid for his tuition through performances. Although it was hard, I also enjoyed it, but I just lived up to my parents' expectations.

Fu Haifeng is a filial child who has excelled in learning since he was a child and is among the best. After going to high school, due to the pressure of studying, he lay on the desk almost every day to do exercises, but several exams were not satisfactory, he studied more diligently, and did one exercise after another, but the test scores did not rise but fell, which made the teacher and himself very anxious. The teacher talked to him a few times and asked him to pay attention to his study methods and schedule, and he did so, but he still couldn't study. He returned to his original learning situation, hurriedly doing exercises, memorizing words in a hurry, memorizing texts in a hurry, his academic performance deteriorated step by step, and the teacher gradually lost confidence in him and was indifferent to him. He also doesn't understand that he really worked hard, but why can't his grades go up, he tried a lot of methods, but it still didn't work, he was even more exhausted, and he had a melancholy face every day.

His classmates found out about him, gave him a guitar, taught him to play and sing, and he fell in love with music. He discovered that music had a magical power that calmed his impetuous heart; It can relax his tired body; It can bring joy to his pessimistic world. He began to put on earplugs and follow the melody of the music, and the learning had unexpected results, and his concentration was more concentrated. I learned with ease, and finally regained the first place in the class. Music changed him, made him change from silence to cheerfulness, he began to participate in sports and cultural activities, and he became much more confident. He applied to the Conservatory of Music with gratitude and began his journey to pursue his musical dreams.

Fu Haifeng was smoking, and the scene of being insulted in the bar appeared in front of him, and he was suddenly distressed. Somehow, he felt tired, he wanted to make the Scarecrow a well-known band in China, and he also found several record companies, and the record companies also recognized their music, but they were unwilling to sign with the band, let alone help the band release records. He wanted the band to save their own money to release a record, but it took a lot of money to make a record. Jingya sat next to him and said, "Haifeng, what are you thinking?" ”

"It's nothing, it's just that I don't have peace of mind." Fu Haifeng said.

"Still angry at that man?"

"No, I'm thinking about how to get the band on the right track."

"Don't worry too much, I think as long as we persevere, we will meet Bole." Jingya said, Fu Haifeng smiled reluctantly, put his hand on her shoulder, Fu Haifeng said, "Jingya, I like you." Jingya leaned under Fu Haifeng's arm and looked at the stars. The two of them looked at the sky quietly, and a crescent moon flickered and disappeared into the sky, and the stars wandered to the shore. Wang Qi secretly watched Jingya snuggle up in Fu Haifeng's arms behind them, and there was an indescribable feeling in his heart.

After Wang Qi and Jingya got out of class, they waited for Fu Haifeng at the school gate, and Fu Haifeng, who was one level higher than them, was always late. Wang Qi asked Jingya implicitly: "Do you really like Fu Haifeng?" Jingya glanced at Wang Qi, lowered her head again, and did not answer. Fu Haifeng rushed to the school gate and said, "There is more homework today, so you two have been waiting for a long time, let's go back." They returned to the room, and Jingya showed the two of them the lyrics of the scarecrow theme song. The night has been thick, whether your mind is still struggling, how much red dust you have seen, and finally disappearing. How to get rid of the lonely heart, the unsolved melody, the melancholy in the heart? The fog covers the trees, and the water freezes into ice, who will have mercy? The frost covers the windowsill, the cold wind blows, the moon wanders, where is it going? The flowers have withered, the autumn leaves are floating all over the ground, you shed tears, the bell rings in the distance, the sky is slightly bright, you walk out of the door, the sky is full of flying flotsam, falling on the grass, you show a smile. Sauvignon Blanc, heartbreaking, your figure is gone, and I stay where I am, knowing that you can't come back, but I'm still waiting where I am. Sauvignon Blanc, heart-wrenching, you are going to another flowering season, and I am chasing you hard, knowing that your heart is haggard, and perhaps leaving is a relief. After Fu Haifeng read it, he said: "A good song, Wang Qi, you take it to compose music." Wang Qi took the letter paper and began to compose music.

After Wang Qi finished class, he returned to the living room and saw Fu Haifeng playing the guitar, there was a sugar jar boiling medicine in front of him, and the whole room smelled of medicine. Wang Qi asked what was going on, and Fu Haifeng said: "When I came back from the performance yesterday, it rained, Jingya was drenched in the rain and caught a cold. Wang Qi walked into Jingya's room and saw her lying on the bed with a haggard face. Wang Qi sat on the edge of the bed, stroked Jingya's face and said, "Sleep, Haifeng will boil the medicine later." Jingya closed her eyes, Wang Qi sat quietly on the edge of the bed to guard her, and Haifeng played the guitar in the living room. After the medicine was boiled, Fu Haifeng walked into the room, Wang Qi gave up a place, Fu Haifeng helped Jingya up, the medicine was too hot, Fu Haifeng blew a few breaths, drank another sip of medicine, and said, "You can drink it." Jingya looked at the medicine, then at Wang Qi, drank the medicine, and the two boys did not leave the room until Jingya fell asleep.