Perfect Life

When the school bell rang, before Li Qian could leave, Teacher Qi Jie called his name, "Li Qian, come to my office after school."

With bursts of laughter, the classmates went back to their homes happily, so Li Qian had to follow Teacher Qi to her office.

A black tube skirt with three points above the knees, well-proportioned slender calves, delicate ankles, flesh-colored stockings, lace-up high-heeled sandals... Step by step in front of Li Qian, unhurriedly.

Elegant as a cat, **** as a fox.

When they got to the office, Teacher Qi Jie sat down, knocked on the table, and said, "Tell me, what are you thinking?"

Li Qian lowered his head very low, with an unusually sincere attitude, and said, "Teacher, I was wrong."

"Wrong? One wrong sentence and it's over?"

Li Qian was silent.

Looking back now, he felt that he did seem to be a little obsessed with **** at that time in class. Although this era seems to be more open to love and marriage, the point of respecting teachers and respecting Taoism is definitely more deeply rooted in people's hearts than in his previous life. I openly molested a young female teacher in front of so many people in class, this...

Seeing that he didn't speak, Teacher Qi said, "Why are you talking so weird? Ah? What is going on between Wang Jinglu and you, whether you are in a relationship or not, whether you get married or not in the future, the teacher can't control it now, but You can't post expressions of love in my class, can you? If you laugh at every turn, how can you let other students calm down and study?"

Uh, she didn't seem to mention molesting the female teacher at all?

But if you think about it carefully, it's right. In the eyes of adults, a seventeen-year-old boy's joke is at best a joke to express his admiration, but it's really not very close to the word molesting.

In other words, to put it more simply: You are a seventeen-year-old kid, you know how to tease you, but not tease!

At this time, Li Qian didn't dare to look up at her, for fear of letting her see something, so he had to say that sentence in a more sincere tone, "Teacher, I'm wrong."

"You know it's wrong? Well, it's good to know it's wrong!"

Teacher Qi unscrewed the pink thermos cup and took a sip of water, and said, "Other teachers don't have any requirements, and I'm not going to punish you for this matter. That is, can you make your grades look better?"

Li Qian looked up at her, then lowered his head.

Teacher Qi said: "Look at you, what a smart child, if you open your mouth if you want to be boring, the teacher still remembers that when you were in the first year of high school, you were still in the top ten in the class, but look at the class now. There are forty-five people in the school, and you are ranked forty-third! The teacher knows that your Chinese is good, and you have always been good, but it is not enough to be good in Chinese. In the future, you can also work harder in other classes, okay?"

What else can this say? Li Qian could only nod his head and say, "Okay!"

Teacher Qi thought for a while and said, "So, in my Chinese class in the future, what do you like to do? You can study whichever subject you like, okay? As long as you don't disturb the order of my class and don't sleep, You can learn mathematics, English, Russian, whatever you want. I won't say anything else, just look at your Chinese grades so well, but you can only get 30 to 40 points in English and Russian. I know that you must not be careful. As for this language subject, they are all interoperable, and you won't get so many points if you put in a little effort..."

……

After school in the afternoon, Li Qian finally found time to find a musical instrument store to buy a set of strings.

In his last life, he played guitar for more than 20 years, classical guitars, flamenco guitars, electric guitars, Hawaiian guitars, pique guitars, etc., etc., there is no one that is not proficient, not to mention a hundred and ten yuan ballad Guitar?

Quickly put on a new set of strings, and he began to tune.

For guitar tuning, beginners need to use the piano to tune it, but Li Qian doesn't need it at all, the pitch is in his mind.

Fortunately, although this is a guitar that has been left under the bed for at least ten years, the building, or the third floor, is not damp, so the amp and resonance of this guitar are hardly affected.

……

Hearing the sound of the guitar in the house, a hammer and a stick in the west, Li Qian's father Li Shuwen knocked on the door curiously, then pushed open the door and poked his head in, "What's wrong? Why do you think of touching the guitar again?"

Li Qian raised the guitar, he felt that he had never been so excited about adding it in his two lifetimes, "I bought a new set of strings after school in the afternoon, and just put them on, Dad, I wrote a song and sing it to you. ah?"

Dad Li looked incredulous, "You studied for three days ten years ago. I remember that your head was shaking like a rattle, and you didn't want to learn anything. Ten years later, you will change the strings yourself. ? Also write your own songs?"

Li Qian said seriously: "I am very talented!"

Dad Li waved directly, "Come, come and show Dad the manuscript, you are talented, go back and lie to the little girl!"

Li Qian asked, "The manuscript? Is that your tree?"

Dad Li was a little unhappy when he heard the words, "What do you call my tree, you know shit, my prose is called "Hometown Yellow Flower", it has just been finalized, come here, come and give Dad some advice."

Li Qian said: "If you don't read it, if you want me to show you the manuscript, you have to listen to my singing first. Do you understand what a first come, first served?" Dad Li was a reasonable person, but after hesitating, he felt that he still needed a son. After reading it and giving some serious advice, I decided to fool my son's enthusiasm first. So he said, "Good good, you sing, Dad listen!"

Li Qian cleared his throat excitedly, and finally tried a string to make sure that the pitch was fine, and then he thought, with the age of Comrade Li and the heart of his senior literary youth, he reckoned that if he played "I "The Land", "Little Apple" and so on, his brows can be wrinkled into terraces. However, songs that stick to the classical way, such as Master Liu Huan's "Love and Resentment", are in the style of Beijing-style opera, which obviously shouldn't be written by me now.

After pondering for a while, Li Qian made up his mind, so the crisp and soft guitar sound, accompanied by the clanging sound of the kitchen and the humming of the range hood, started decisively—

"When the petals leave the flower, the fragrance remains,

After the wind and rain, no one came to smell the fragrance.

If love told me to go on,

I will fight to the end of love.

If the heart dies in brilliance,

Love will be reborn from the ashes.

When unforgettable lingering whispers,

Use your smile to pay homage to me.

Let the heart die in brilliance,

Let love be reborn from the ashes.

The fire burned through the green grass,

Look at the spring breeze again. "

……

As for the song, it must be a good song, and it belongs to the kind of high-quality masterpiece that the whole music circle may not be able to come up with a song in a year. In addition, Li Qian's guitar arrangement is quite high, and now this Li Qian's voice is very good. , is also much more powerful than the previous life. Although I haven't practiced it before, my breath is definitely weak, but I can't stand Li Qian's ability to use it. Some low-pitched, true and false voice conversions give enough flavor with almost no effort, so the whole song It feels pretty good to sing.

Although Li Qian's current strength is still incomparable with the soft and affectionate voice of the original singer, but getting it to KTV to fool it must be enough to shock a room.

The first performance in this life, although it is far from perfect, Li Qian is very devoted and affectionate. The guitar sounded, and it took him a while to open his eyes. Then he looked at Comrade Li with a little nervousness and asked, "Dad, how are you?"

Dad Li seemed to be still thinking about it. He was stunned for a while before saying, "This is... you wrote it?"

"Ah! I wrote it!" Li Qian said.

Dad Li smacked it, and his face slowly showed a thoughtful look. Then, he seemed to have thought of something, raised his eyebrows and looked at Li Qian with a tangled expression.

Li Qian stared at him with wide eyes.

Dad Li simply walked into the room, pulled Li Qian's computer chair and sat down, thought for a moment, and said seriously: "Xiao Qian, Dad tell you, this person is short and long, What is the most important thing for a person? It is to identify and give full play to one's own strengths, this truth...you know?"

Li Qian was a little confused, "Dad, what do you mean? Where is this going?"

Dad Li had a little embarrassment on his face, rubbed his hands, and said, "No, that's what I meant, he... Hi, what I mean is, if you want to chase girls, you don't have to sing or something!"

Li Qian was even more confused. He stared at his father with wide eyes, with a confused expression on his face.

Dad Li frowned and said, "I mean...for example, do you think your mother was beautiful back then? In the words of your children now, she is also a school girl. Don't look at her now as a housewife, back then. That looks so good! Hey, if you look in the mirror yourself, your face looks more like her. Besides, she is not only good-looking, but also recites, sings, sings, and hosts. , everyone is a good player, but he is a model of literature and art in our school every year. He is amazing! But what about your father and me? You are not ugly, you are just an ordinary person, and you can't get enough of your body. Two or two artistic cells, but what about the final result, isn't your mother chasing me back?"

"Yo!" This was the first time Li Qian heard his father speak bitterly about the revolutionary family history. His eyes widened and he sat down on the bed. Tell me, how did you attract my mother back then?"

Dad Li raised his back, and his eyebrows almost flew up, "Nothing else, our gentlemen are good at writing! This song, he can hum a few lines as a person, but a novel can also be written by a person. Is that right? Yes, it’s not easy to sing well, but she is comparable to us turning novels into print, and can still get a lot of royalties? You say, if I didn’t write novels back then, Sing the guitar to your mother, can she like me?"

Li Qian rubbed his lips and started to think about it. But it's a little confusing here, and he's a little unsure.

After thinking about it for a while, he said, "I dare you to mean that instead of singing, I might as well focus on writing a love poem or something, right? You mean... that's what you mean?"

Dad Li listened to a pat on the thigh, and came over deliberately, pointed his finger in the direction of the opposite Wang's house, and whispered, "Actually, you don't really sing, but the two sisters in the opposite door are doing this, you say You copied the song as your own and sang it for others to listen to, can there be one that will not be broken in the future? When the time comes, it will be broken, how embarrassing it is?"

Sure enough!

The old man spent so much thought and made such a big detour, and sure enough, he landed here!

He thought his song was plagiarized!

And once he thought he was plagiarizing, the old man automatically filled out all the plots: I just copied a song in order to impress Wang Jinglu to say that I wrote it myself!

Old Wenqing's thoughts are really deceiving!

But the question is, do I have such a second?

Li Qian opened his mouth, trying to defend something, but... he scratched his head again, suddenly not knowing what to say.

To be honest, in this world, he can confidently say that I wrote this song. But, but, but...

Dad Li was very proud at this moment, thinking that his education for his son this time was timely and successful, and he felt that he was full of fatherly love, and that he was simply too fulfilled to be a father. He stood up directly, even forgot to pull his son to read the manuscript, and walked away with his legs raised. Before going out, I felt that something was missing, so I turned around and turned around, "By the way, you sing well... Er, what's the name of this song? Do you have a tape here?"

Li Qian shook his head, his face full of melancholy, "The song is called "Dark Fragrance"."

Dad Li didn't see the little tangled thoughts in his son's heart, he just nodded, "The name is not bad, it fits well! Well, especially this word, it's written in a meaningful way!"

……

After dinner, Li's father and Li's mother were watching TV dramas in the living room, while Li Qian was alone in his own room.

Is it really painful for those with a bottom line?

When faced with his father's doubts, he actually felt that if he strongly stated that the song was his own, he would definitely blush... No wonder he was so miserable in his previous life!

The skin is too thin!

However, when he thought of the struggle in his previous life, he suddenly felt a little hardened.

"Damn, I have been struggling on the poverty line in my last life, and I have been dragging down national statistics for more than 30 years, not to mention Aston Martin Ferrari Porsches, even Ford Mustang I can't afford it, In this life, at least I have to get a Great Wall brand to trot away, right? Anyway, in this world, UU reading www.uukanshu.com I must be the original!"

Thinking of this, the eyes suddenly became brighter.

He quickly took out his locked diary and started writing songs.

Song after song, ligatures and songs, and even some of the way he jot down some arrangements—for a semi-professional songwriter and amateur singer who had been in the music circle for more than ten years before, this It's so simple. It is no exaggeration to say that there are at least hundreds or thousands of finished songs that he can remember in his mind. If there is a trigger of a situation, he can always think of more.

He was busy writing when suddenly his phone vibrated twice.

He took the phone and glanced at it. It was a text message from Wang Jinglu. When I clicked it, it turned out to be blank again.

Li Qian put down his pen and remembered that beautiful little face, and his emotions suddenly became a little complicated.

……

In the living room, he watched his son say go out and walk around, opened the door and went out, and when the door closed, Dad Li smugly touched Li's mother with his elbow, "I saved my son just now! If I lose my lord, I might have to break up!"

Ma Li glanced back at him in her busy schedule. She was all focused on the TV series just now. She didn't hear what Dad Li said at all, so she caught a glimpse of his ecstatic look, and pushed him away, "Don't. Nao, watching TV, waiting for midnight, what if your son comes back halfway, you have no shame!"

A constipated expression instantly appeared on Dad Li's face.