When he got home, Yang Jingxing was scolded, especially by his mother, who was really serious this time: "How many times have I told you not to play with Liu Miao and the others all day long! You are not a two or three-year-old child anymore."

Yang Chengyi also supported his wife, but smiled: "I will be eighteen next year. Don't be like Jia Baoyu, who seeks sorrow and hatred for no reason, and has no hope for the country or the family."

Xiao Shuxia gave her husband a stern look and continued to lecture her son: "Good men have ambitions everywhere. If I haven't seen you for so long, please contact your classmates at school. You need to make more educated and tasteful friends!"

Yang Chengyi changed the topic: "Your head teacher called me today to confirm the parent-teacher meeting. We will discuss it as a family today. We are optimistic. If you can get 500 points in the exam, which school are you going to enroll in?"

Yang Jingxing looked at his parents cautiously and said, "I want to prepare myself with both hands and try to get into the music school."

Yang Chengyi was so angry that he laughed and laughed for a while before asking: "How good-looking do you really think you are?"

Xiao Shuxia also laughed: "You still want to be a singer! No wonder you pick up a guitar and play half the night every day. You have no ambition!"

Yang Jingxing said seriously: "If you ask me what my dream is now, it is to learn music, not to be a singer, nor to seek sorrow and hatred."

Yang Chengyi stretched out his hand in front of his wife to tell her not to rush to teach her a lesson, and looked at his son strangely: "When did you have a dream?"

Yang Jingxing said: "If a person has no dreams, he is no different from a salted fish." This is what his father used to teach him and ridicule him.

Yang Chengyi sneered: "When did you dream of learning music? You can sing like a male duck."

Yang Jingxing said: "Now is the age when dreams are born."

Xiao Shuxia said to her husband: "That's what you said, full of romanticism, one idea a day."

Yang Chengyi did not completely deny it: "It's better than no idea." Then he said to his son: "Other people start learning piano and violin at a certain age. If you learn guitar in junior high, you only need to stick to it for two or three months, no matter what you do.

Everything requires perseverance and perseverance.”

Yang Jingxing said: "I want to give it a try. I won't give up the cultural class, but I have to give it a try!"

Next, the family of three began to discuss, recalling yesterday, looking at today, and looking forward to tomorrow. The discussion lasted for two or three hours. Finally, the couple agreed to let their son try and provide support. They were happy that their son also had a dream, but they were worried.

This dream is to study music.

In the afternoon of the next day, Yang Jingxing went to Xia Xue's house to meet Liu Miao. Both girls were really wearing school uniforms. Except for the different colors of their shoes, they were both symmetrical. Black socks were also very popular in Shangpu.

The two girls giggled because Yang Jingxing was also wearing a school uniform. He wore it when he went to Europe and took it home directly. The black pants and white short-sleeved shirt were of good cut and texture. The collar and pockets were very youthful.

The small details, the small tie is black and half hanging.

Under the dazzling sunshine, three people stood together. After the two girls finished laughing, they felt a little embarrassed. Liu Miao tugged on Yang Jingxing's tie: "Not bad."

Yang Jingxing said: "Just think that we are in high school together."

Xia Xue said: "It looks better than us boys."

Yang Jingxing also said: "You are prettier than us girls."

They agreed to go boating, and Yang Jingxing was going to call a taxi, but Liu Miao said he wanted to walk. It would take an hour even if he took a small road, and Yang Jingxing was afraid that Xia Xue's feet wouldn't be able to bear it.

"Just walk slowly. In fact, it's better already." Xia Xue was also willing to walk.

So the two girls held an umbrella and walked to the left, and the three of them walked slowly towards the reservoir.

After walking a few steps, Liu Miao couldn't help but take Yang Jingxing's small camera, ran a few steps ahead, and took a picture of him and Xia Xue. After taking a picture, he came back to show it to Xia Xue, and then let Xia Xue take a look.

Snow also went to repay herself.

The two girls were giggling and comparing each other's photos. It seemed that they were very satisfied except for the relatively different heights. Yang Jingxing also took pictures of the two girls. He took several pictures in a row and couldn't bear to delete them after seeing them.

When passing by the small supermarket, Yang Jingxing bought a lot of snacks and drinks, and then decided to take a car to the reservoir because the girls wanted to find good scenery quickly.

The taxi took us all the way to Qingying Bridge. This cable bridge was only completed three or four years ago. It connects two relatively narrow peaks on both sides of the reservoir. It is thirty or forty meters from the water and more than two hundred meters long. It is surrounded by beautiful mountains and clear waters. There is nothing on the bridge.

There is little traffic, because there are very few people who can drive around the reservoir. Standing on the bridge, you can see the dam a few hundred meters downstream, as well as the clear water upstream and the rolling Yingshan peaks. It is a scenic spot.

There was no one around now, so Yang Jingxing and three people walked slowly from the north end toward the middle. There was wind on the bridge, which could blow Xia Xue's bangs away, and the ponytails of the two girls were flying.

Yang Jingxing asked the two girls to stand together with Yingshan Mountain as the background, and took many close-ups. When it was Yang Jingxing's turn, Liu Miao asked him to put a cigarette in his mouth and put his hands in his trouser pockets to give a cool look, but Yang Jingxing refused.

Liu Miao was very dissatisfied.

Yang Jingxing argued: "That would not be a good match for you."

Liu Miao pouted and asked Yang Jingxing to take a group photo of the three of them while setting up. So, the two girls stupidly gave Yang Jingxing a scissors on the back of his head.

After seeing the finished product, Xia Xue asked for a reshoot: "I just felt itchy on the back and couldn't laugh well."

Liu Miao laughed and laughed, but Yang Jingxing had quick eyes and quick hands to take pictures. Liu Miao was very dissatisfied after seeing it and said he looked like a madman, but both Xia Xue and Yang Jingxing liked it very much.

Yang Jingxing said: "When taking a group photo, we have to talk about eggplant together. One day, the male eggplant and the female eggplant were intimate, and suddenly they both sneezed, and then the two eggplants started to curse: I hate it, who is taking a group photo again?"

Xia Xue laughed and shook her shoulders, and was captured by Yang Jingxing again.

Liu Miao despised: "It's boring, not funny."

When they walked to the south end of the bridge laughing and noisily, they met Xie Yan, a classmate of Liu Miao and the others. Xie Yan was in the same class as Liu Miao and the others in junior high school and was considered a friend. She knew Yang Jingxing but had never spoken to each other because

At that time, Xie Yan was relatively introverted, not very good-looking, and her family background was average.

Xie Yan and her party were five young people, two girls and three boys. One of the boys, Yang Jingxing, remembered that they played together in junior high school and were one level above him and ten centimeters shorter. This guy had changed a lot and had tattoos on his arms.

After greeting each other, Xie Yan looked at Yang Jingxing who nodded to her and smiled dryly: "He's getting taller and taller. Are they all wearing school uniforms?"

Another woman in her twenties wearing fishnet stockings exclaimed: "It's so sentimental."

The tattooed man obviously still remembered Yang Jingxing and took the initiative to chat: "It's been a long time since I saw you play."

"We don't have much fun anymore." Yang Jingxing looked at the snack bag in his hand, took out a bag of melon seeds and handed it to the other party: "Sorry, I can't take it out."

The tattooed man took it with a smile: "Thank you." Then he introduced to the people next to him: "Yang Jingxing, a one-on-three player in junior high school."

Yang Jingxing was so ashamed that he shook his head repeatedly. It was a shameful past where dogs fought against human power. The reason why they were able to fight against three was because the other party basically did not dare to fight back. This past incident happened because of Xia Xue, so she bowed her head and said nothing.

Xie Yan, who became cheerful, took the initiative to ask to see the photos taken by Liu Miao. After looking at them for a while, she didn't make any comments. She just said goodbye after a few words.

Liu Miao hehe: "She was so afraid of you when she was in junior high school."

Yang Jingxing said: "I've been miserable, but now I'm not afraid anymore."

Xia Xue chuckled.

After walking for a while, they arrived at the reservoir pier. Yang Jingxing rented a swan boat with a closed top, the kind that is stepped on by feet, and the three of them went to play on the water. People on the shore were surprised how the swan boat could slip away so fast and still hear the girl

There was a startled laugh, but soon the boat came to a slow stop.

Yang Jingxing stuck his head out and shouted to the shore: "Boss, your boat is broken."

The boss quickly sailed to pick her up and found that Liu Miao was still out of breath from laughing, and Xia Xue was also panting, with a red face.

The villain Yang Jingxing complained first: "Boss, your boat is not strong."

The boss stared at Yang Jingxing for a while before remembering to complain: "You stepped so fast! Can it not be broken? Why are you so fast!?"

It was true that the transmission device couldn't bear Yang Jingxing's brute force and collapsed. We had to change the boat. Yang Jingxing didn't dare to scare the girls anymore.

We ate snacks and chatted on the water for an hour. It was already five o'clock, and Yang Jingxing had to go home for dinner. On the way back, Liu Miao took Xia Xue into a boutique to choose rubber bands and hairpins. Liu Miao still insisted on playing.

Playing with photo stickers, even though they had already taken so many photos before. So the three of them took a bunch more photos, and then selected some better-looking ones among the finished products that had beautified the characters a lot.

Liu Miao stuck a picture of a magazine cover in Yang Jingxing's wallet. The three of them were standing with their upper bodies sideways, one girl on the left and the other on the right. It really looked like that.

"Don't tear it. Come back and check." Liu Miao warned.

Xia Xue compared the photo post with Yang Jingxing's real person and smiled: "It's so white."

The mother's phone calls have already begun. Yang Jingxing promised to go online and send the photos to the girls in the evening and hurried home. When the family of three was having dinner, Xiao Shuxia announced that her plan to go to Quhang on the 24th would be changed to the 20th.

Because there will be a Kunqu Opera show at the Quhang Grand Theater starting on the 21st, her favorite Zhang Zhihong wants "A Dream in the Garden" and three copies of "The Peony Pavilion"!

Xiao Shuxia was very excited and looking forward to it: "Your aunt has bought the tickets, you all come with me!"

Yang Chengyi still wanted to escape, and said to his son: "If you want to take the music test, go with your mother. I really don't have time. I will go there on the 25th." Yang Chengyi is actually more educated than his wife, but since his wife fell in love with Kun Opera,

After learning something, he had no choice but to give up. Although Xiao Shuxia fell in love with Kunqu opera only four or five years ago, she had seen hundreds of plays. She would go to Quhang and Puhai when she had nothing to do, and she had to catch up with her son when he went to school.

When there is a good show to watch. However, Xiao Shuxia specializes in boudoir girls and ignores the others, as if to make up for her regret of not having a daughter.

Xiao Shuxia didn't care about her husband's feelings: "You have to go!"

Yang Chengyi begged for mercy: "How can I have time to spend time with you?"

Xiao Shuxia used her chopsticks a little: "You are the broken well! This time none of you can escape. I have to improve your taste."

After dinner, Yang Jingxing was called into the study by his father. Yang Chengyi usually did not talk to his son in the study. If he did, it would be a very formal and serious matter. At this time, Yang Jingxing did not dare to smile playfully with his father. The last time the father and son were together

The conversation here was when Yang Jingxing was in his first year of high school and said that he wanted to come back to Jiuchun and didn't want to stay in Shangpu anymore.

The decoration of the study room is very good, with a large chandelier and only one boss chair. The three large bookcases are filled with books, including classics, encyclopedias about business and finance, and history of philosophy. Yang Chengyi reads most of these books.

Yes, and he is now a person who loves to read. Anyway, he is much more educated than his son. The calligraphy on the other wall was written by Yang Chengyi himself, which is also very good. He calls himself Yang Ti.

Yang Jingxing grew up, and Yang Chengyi kept trying to let him inherit his father's legacy. Look, read thoughts, learn calligraphy... Unfortunately, Yang Jingxing really didn't live up to expectations. However, Yang Chengyi's appearance was very ordinary, far inferior to his son. He could attract good-looking people at the beginning.

The famous Xiao Shuxia's free love probably depends on her talent.

Yang Chengyi sat in the boss's chair, put his right hand on the desk, asked his son to stand in front of him, and started with the tone of a meeting with his subordinates: "If you want to learn music, please tell me first, what is music? Tell me your understanding.

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Yang Jingxing thought for a while: "I think music is used to express feelings and can influence emotions. Good music can cultivate thoughts...Music is the most beautiful language and can express feelings most directly."

Yang Chengyi nodded: "A philosopher once said, probably Nietzsche, that life is worthless without music. What do you think?"
To be continued...