Tell you to turn backwards?

Wu Shifeng was a little surprised that Meng Ze accepted it so calmly, but he still sent his oblique front desk Gao Yi to the music classroom to get a guitar out. The guitar in the music classroom hadn't been touched for more than two months, and the sound was already out of tune. , so Meng Ze started to manually tune the string before he plucked it a few times.

Gao Yi, who knew nothing about musical instruments, thought he was paddling at the back table, so he asked, "What are you doing at the back table?"

"He's tuning." There was a girl in the front row who had a little background in music theory and answered before Meng Ze said, "The guitar in the music classroom should have been unused for a long time, and the strings are already loose."

"All the students in class four, sit down." Wu Shifeng smiled, "Let's sit secretly, so that the instructor who leads the team won't find out."

Wu Shifeng in everyone's hearts suddenly rose to another level, and even the boys in the class began to appreciate this instructor who was actually his classmate.

Meng Ze raised his head after tuning the last string, and accidentally met Wu Shifeng's eyes. The latter immediately looked away, trying to cover up with an embarrassing cough that he just stared at the indisputable hand. fact.

Meng Ze didn't care, and then asked, "What are you playing?"

The students have different opinions, from the most dazzling family style to the majestic, Wu Shifeng thought they were too noisy, so he raised his hand: "Don't be noisy." After speaking, he looked at Meng Ze: "As you like, but what you are good at seems to be more There is no penalty effect, so you should play and sing, what do you guys think?"

It wasn't me who was punished, so the students agreed unanimously.

"Okay." Meng Ze readily agreed. Anyway, these things were self-taught in order to pretend to be aggressive. He didn't care if he was shy or not.

There is no lengthy foreshadowing, and the lyrics and accompaniment are both gentle and powerful.

"...How many things can be turbulent, and there is still loneliness to be stubborn. How many regrets and conceited thoughts, only time can't be stopped." Meng Ze's usual voice may not be brilliant, it will always be depressed and dull.But singing is different, the unique hoarseness and juvenile voice intertwined/entangled into a kind of old despair, "as forgetful as when I was young, after a few rounds of tact and change the edge. As flowing as when I was young Look, if you want to avoid the world, you want to be in the world [Note 1]...."

Wu Shifeng was stunned, and inexplicably thought of a sentence that he remembered deeply when he listened to the radio while taking a bath-the vitality of death all the time [Note 2].He couldn't tell if it was the song or the lyrics, it was Meng Ze's voice, or...Meng Ze.

All in all, only this sentence flashed through his head just now.It doesn't seem to matter what matches it.

At the end of the song, Class [-] applauded with dignity. Of course, the premise is that Meng Ze's voice is really nice: "Bang bang bang, our school's top ten champions this year have been selected by you."

"Little brother is amazing. He must have learned it specially. I really like boys who can play the guitar. Can I hook you up?"

Meng Ze said solemnly: "I'm afraid that won't work. You like boys who can play guitar, but I don't like boys who can play guitar. Our interests are different. It's too tiring to make friends with people with very different souls. I don't like making friends either."

The girl was confused: "What?"

The idiot Gao Yi didn't know how to give the girl a step down, so he repeated Meng Ze's meaning very generously: "What I mean at the back table is - he doesn't want to make friends with you, it's not that I'm meddling in my business Back table, how can you have such an attitude towards other girls?"

Wu Shifeng sneered, and said that Gao Yi's nerves are really big. If Meng Ze said so, his sister might really have a rule in her heart that "anything good-looking can be forgiven".But Gao Yi directly stated that although it was just a retelling, the impression it left on the girl would definitely not be much better.

Wu Shifeng began to smooth things over. He smiled at the girl and called her name; "Min Shan, you can hook me up, I'm happy. Although I don't know how to play the guitar, I can play steel balls very well."

Everyone burst into laughter, and Min Shan laughed too, quietly covering up the embarrassing incident just now.

When returning to class, Wu Shifeng stood beside Meng Ze: "Meng Xueba, do you feel that you need to learn how to speak?"

Meng Ze knew what he meant, but he still pretended not to understand: "I learned it when I was just over one year old."

Wu Shifeng didn't know where his sense of justice came from, so he thought that he had to teach Meng Ze's little mouth today: "I mean the language needs some artistic processing..."

"I think that's the kindest tone I've used to reject them since I started school." Meng Ze was right at all: "I don't want to waste art and my aesthetics on such meaningless things."

"It's not a waste. I think you can try to change your bad personality and make some friends." Wu Shifeng said earnestly, and regretted it a little after he finished speaking. Why did he try to persuade this idiot?

Meng Ze suddenly let out a sneer: "That's what you think, you judge others by yourself. But I don't need it. Calling those people the name of friends is tantamount to giving me a pot of shit and calling them delicious food." In the name of forcing me to eat to my heart's content."

A person only lives in this life, so why should he force himself to keep silent and live a cautious life?

"Yes." Wu Shifeng realized that he couldn't talk to him at all, so he could only shut up angrily, and then cursed himself in his heart: You stretched your hands too far, it's none of your business whether people make friends or not.

Shame!

In the evening self-study this evening, the year group is uniformly required to write two compositions, one is "How to be an excellent Sixth Middle School student", and the other is "Military training experience".

Wu Shifeng, who was worried when he saw the composition paper, was not spared. He turned his pen to pieces, but he couldn't come up with a few words. It just so happened that the head teacher was still wandering around the blackboard behind the classroom today. , Wu Shifeng didn't even have a chance to touch the phone.

Wu Shifeng was thinking hard when he accidentally caught sight of Meng Ze next door who had written the first [-]-character article in such a short period of time.Meng Ze didn't look up, so Wu Shifeng squinted his eyes to look at what he wrote.

The handwriting is very beautiful, more than a little better than when Wu Shifeng saw him writing for the first time. It is a beautiful Xingkai between delicate and unrestrained.

And for Wu Shifeng, who is a composition idiot, Meng Ze's casual writing is so brilliant that it cannot be more brilliant in his eyes.As he looked at it, he followed the trend, transitioning from the chin to the eyelashes—the words were really like the person.

The angular lines of the face are neither deep nor shallow, the length of the eyelashes and the height of the bridge of the nose are just right.

At this moment, Meng Ze noticed his gaze and suddenly turned his head.Gao Yi, who was at the front desk of Meng Ze, looked at them quietly for a while, and when the atmosphere was most embarrassing, this guy said recklessly: "Shi Feng, why are you staring at them with such gay eyes? "

"Fuck/you/Mom, I just saw that he finished writing so quickly, so I took a second look curiously." Wu Shifeng argued that he had been with girls and boys in junior high school, and he had both sexes with the same sex and the opposite sex. not against.So when you see a good-looking girl, your heart will be moved, and it is true that you will also see a good-looking boy.

"Did you look at the face behind me out of curiosity?" Gao Yi laughed.He just opened it as a joke, but he didn't know that the veins on the forehead of Instructor Wu were about to explode.

Gao Yi continued: "Those women in our posting bar say that our class is a treasure land of geomantic omen, and there are all handsome guys at the level of male gods in our class. When the girls in our class talk to others about their class, all of them can It's dead."

Wu Shifeng didn't quite understand what he said later, and was still obsessed with the question of whether he looked at it or not: "To be honest, I didn't stare at his face."

"Just kidding, why do you mind so much? Is there a ghost in your heart?" Gao Yi smiled wretchedly: "Meng Ze, why don't you sit at the same table with me, you see, maybe your current tablemate is coveting you beauty."

Meng Ze and Wu Shifeng said in unison: "Get lost."

After the two finished speaking, they looked at each other unhappily. Meng Ze's dismissal was because of Gao Yi's improper use of words, and "beauty" called him too feminine, and Wu Shifeng really had a ghost in his heart. It's not too much to keep looking at good-looking people, but it's basically impossible for Wu Shifeng to admit that he is really obsessed with the beauty of his deadly enemy.

On the afternoon of September 9th, the last day of military training.

on the playground.

Meng Ze didn't usually have the habit of eating breakfast, because this morning he had his favorite pot side, and it happened that the time was too late, so Meng Ze ate half of the bowl.And now I start to have a stomach ache.

There was something to call for a report, although Meng Ze didn't want to give Wu Shifeng the opportunity to laugh at himself, but the pain was really painful, and he didn't know what was wrong with him, as long as his stomach churns, his internal organs would also hurt.

In the end, the pain was so painful that he couldn't even stand in a military posture, so Meng Ze bit his lip and called for a report.

"Report, I have a stomachache."

Wu Shifeng said meanly: "Speak up, I can't hear you if you are weak."

Meng Ze suppressed the idea of ​​strangling him to death, and shouted with the loudest voice: "Report, my stomach hurts!"

Wu Shifeng looked confused: "The voice is still sonorous and powerful, it seems to be fake pain."

"...." Couldn't help it anymore, Meng Ze endured the pain, and still wanted to beat Wu Shifeng up, but unfortunately he couldn't use much force, and the fist was quickly stopped by the opponent before it touched Wu Shifeng's face.

Wu Shifeng frowned. Compared with Meng Ze that day, his strength was less than half of that at that time. It seemed that it really hurt.

Meng Ze has been in pain for at least an hour since he came in this morning.Now being pulled by Wu Shifeng, I really have no strength.

So amidst the exclamation of everyone, his legs softened, and the weight of his whole body fell on Wu Shifeng's body.

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【Note 1】Like a young man——Chen Hongyu

[Note 2] Radio station: Atonal radio station owner: Tang Yingfeng

From "About Rimbaud"