Rebirth of Rural Literary Life

Chapter 194
Cheng Siwei, is that the name?Just now He Ping heard people around him call him that, and Cheng Siwei's behavior was beyond He Ping's expectation.

After all, he is a student, young and energetic, and he smashed a good guitar after a little setback.

With a sound of "duang", the wooden guitar was thrown onto the lawn, the guitar broke from the neck, and the metal strings whined under the violent action.

All the students around who were immersed in the sound of He Ping's piano and singing were awakened by this sound.

They looked blankly at He Ping, Cheng Siwei, and the guitar that was split in two on the ground, not knowing what happened.

"What happened? How did Cheng Siwei smash the guitar?"

"What's the matter? Did they quarrel?"

The action of smashing the guitar was very handsome and relieved, but when he saw his beloved guitar lying on the ground in ruins, the anger in his heart due to the beating returned to himself in an instant, and he felt sorry for his own incompetence. anger.

I can only vent my anger by throwing the guitar, which is nothing.

He Ping guessed that Cheng Siwei's family background should be good. He could afford a guitar in the early 80s, and he didn't feel bad when he dropped it.

"Student Cheng, there's no need to do this." He Ping didn't expect Cheng Siwei to act like this after he played and sang two songs. He didn't know how much of it was aimed at him, but such a good one The guitar is broken, which still makes people feel a little distressed.

Cheng Siwei worked hard to control his emotions. He didn't have no resentment towards He Ping in his heart, but he was more furious at his own incompetence.

"This teacher, this matter has nothing to do with you."

How come it has nothing to do with me, everyone is watching, I just gave you the guitar and you dropped it without saying a word, whoever believes that it has nothing to do with me!
He Ping couldn't pretend that nothing had happened with the voices of people around him right next to his ears.

"Any skill has a process of practice that makes perfect, and the same is true for guitar. I think I practiced for a long time before I could play a melody smoothly. Don't rush for a while. Besides, you can't force it when you write songs. After you have mastered the knowledge of music theory , Practice hard, the melody will naturally find you, these are not achieved overnight."

He Ping seemed to be speaking to Cheng Siwei, but he was actually speaking to everyone present.

When everyone heard He Ping's words, it turned out that Cheng Siwei slammed the guitar angrily because he felt ashamed after seeing the teacher's piano skills and singing.

One has superb skills and does not hesitate to teach me; the other throws the piano to show his ambitions and blames himself.

In everyone's minds, a big drama about Boya Ziqi was instantly imagined.

It's so exciting, I didn't expect to see such a wonderful drama when I participated in a poetry reading, it's worth the price of admission.

Cheng Siwei couldn't understand the meaning of He Ping's words. After all, the hidden intrigue between the two was not on the table.

He looked at He Ping showing bitterness, he couldn't express the pain in his heart, this person is definitely not someone who is waiting for nothing!

In the end, he squeezed out a slightly ugly smile and said, "Taught!"

He Ping didn't know how much sincerity was in Cheng Siwei's "teaching", and his goal had been achieved - to allow both parties to end this matter decently.

With an encouraging smile on his face, "Come on, don't be discouraged."

Cheng Siwei nodded vigorously.

He learned a lot from a pit, and today’s lesson is enough to make him unforgettable, and let him understand that the success of the first 20 years of his life was nothing more than relying on the protection of his parents’ wings, and he still has a lot to learn.

The discussion of the crowd stopped abruptly when He Ping and Cheng Siwei smiled at each other, and turned to sincere admiration for the two.

Since then, there has been such a tradition on the campus of Jiaotong University.

When the students quarrel with each other, the loser must throw the piano and admit defeat, and must not hold grudges or find any future debts.

After solving Cheng Siwei's problem, many people present were also distracted by his throwing the piano just now, so He Ping hurried to Zhang Yu.

The silly girl was still looking at him with stars in her eyes, and said delicately: "Mr. He, you are really amazing!"

"The song is over, let's go quickly, don't waste time, the restaurant will be off work later." He Ping urged.

"It doesn't matter, the Red House is open until 9 o'clock at night, so don't worry." Zhang Yu's eyes were greedily focused on He Ping's face, and he said calmly.

This silly bitch!
He Ping grabbed her wrist and left, taking advantage of everyone's attention being distracted, he hurried away.

Zhang Yu followed behind He Ping, seeing Bai Shengsheng's wrist being wrapped by He Ping's powerful hand, he was filled with secret joy.

After He Ping and the others walked more than ten meters, the students realized that they shouted in He Ping's direction.

"Teacher, what's your name?"

"Teacher, did you write those two songs yourself?"

He Ping didn't want to pay attention to these impulsive students anymore. It would be easy to throw the guitar when he was angry.

Two youths in the crowd ran out and chased in He Ping's direction.

He Ping's footsteps were fast, and Zhang Yu couldn't keep up with the rhythm being dragged by him. She said coquettishly from behind: "Teacher He, walk slowly."

Wu Nong's soft words, coupled with Zhang Yu's delicacy, made He Ping's heart tremble, it was terrible.

"what happened?"

"You're walking so fast, I can't even keep up with you, I'm sweating, look."

After Zhang Yu finished speaking, she took off her sunglasses, and she tiptoed to show He Ping his temples and forehead.

"Okay, I got it, let's go slowly." He Ping didn't dare to look, who knows what will happen to this silly girl, he saw himself holding Zhang Yu's hand, and immediately let go, talking about him, "Then let's go slowly."

The wrist was released, Zhang Yu felt a little lost, and said "oh".

At this time, the two youths who had caught up from the crowd rushed over.

"Teacher, teacher, wait!"

"What's the matter with you?" He Ping asked.

"Hello, teacher. My name is Liu Jun. We are students of Peking University and members of the Wusi Literary Club of Peking University. This time, I came to Jiaotong University to communicate with my teacher. It happens that the newly established poetry club of Jiaotong University has activities, so We're coming over today to get involved and to promote the brochure we wrote."

Students from Peking University came to Jiaotong University to sell?

He Ping seriously suspected that the two people in front of him were liars.Liu Jun showed their brochures to He Ping. It was a very crude publication. At first glance, he carved it with wax paper, pushed it with a roller, and then bound it with a stapler. He Ping often saw school teachers doing this when he was in elementary school.

"Why are you showing me this?" He Ping asked puzzled.

Liu Jun said: "Teacher, the two songs you sang just now are very good. We just want to ask you if we can print these two songs in our publications, and we would like to take the liberty of asking for your name. "

Print the song in a publication?He Ping thought about it.

wrong!

He wants to whore for nothing!

he~tui!Are the students of Peking University so shameless now?
Can intellectual copyright be respected? ?Do you still have any genuine awareness?
Dare to love Li Yanhong's set is inherited?
(End of this chapter)