It is now April 28, 2090, Friday, 3:30 in the afternoon. This month’s monthly exam has just ended. The last subject is physics. Everyone is lying in their seats very tired. School is over an hour later, and they all stopped talking.
I don't have enough energy and just want to sit quietly for a while.
Before the self-study class started, Lu Zhengkang took out a harmonica from the lining pocket of his school uniform.
He gently put his lips on the harmonica, and a relaxing tune sounded in the classroom. Everyone turned their heads in surprise. The boy in the last row of the classroom sat comfortably, with his feet resting on the desk in an unruly manner, and his left hand
He put it in his pocket, holding a blues harmonica in his right hand and playing it in front of his mouth, looking at the ceiling as if there was no one else around.
The students laughed, some clapped, some cheered, and some cheered up to continue studying. It was the setting sun now, and the energetic young people had not yet given up on life.
After Lu Zhengkang finished playing a minor tune, he put his harmonica back into his pocket. The head teacher who stopped at the door strode in, pretending not to know anything, and began to order the students to concentrate on their studies. Finally, she called Zhou Ping out again.
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The harmonica was prepared for "Killing That Shijiazhuang Man". This piece requires the use of a harmonica. Wind instruments such as the trumpet saxophone can be simulated with a synthesizer, which is no problem at all. However, Lu Zhengkang plans to learn another harmonica.
Otherwise, it would appear that their band is amateurish, but they are just amateurish.
There are two ways to play this thing. Because the sound holes are close to each other, in order to prevent the air from flowing around, you either raise your mouth and aim at the sound holes, or you swallow it and then block the unnecessary sound holes with your tongue.
Zhengkang knows both methods, but usually uses the first method more often because it looks more elegant.
Although it still looked like eating corn. Because of this, Su Xiangli gave him a new nickname, Khrushchev's Devourer.
Baifeng asked him what songs the band had prepared, and Lu Zhengkang answered truthfully. As a result, the monitor said that she had never heard of any of them. Old songs from half a century ago would be damned if you heard them.
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Baifeng wrote down the title of the song and went back to ask his father. Qi Juezhi was an unsuccessful singer. His last job was as a tutor. He originally chose him because the price was cheaper than online classes. It turned out that Comrade Qi
Long-term insomnia led to confusion and garbled speech. He was not as good as a housekeeping robot. He was kicked out on the same day. Now he is unemployed at home and relies on his estranged wife to support him.
He tried his best to comply with his daughter's request, put down the bowls and chopsticks, and ran into his studio that had not been cleaned for a long time. He was covered in dust and found a pile of music scores, which included the songs that the Suhuai Feixing Band was going to perform.
Baifeng took the music score and put it in her schoolbag. After eating, she said goodbye to her father and then went out. As usual, she went to her mother's house to rest. The journey was not long, so it was just like taking a walk after dinner.
Her mother, Kashiwa Chengha, got up at four o'clock in the afternoon, spent five minutes sitting in bed to wake herself up, and then got out of bed and took a shower for almost twenty minutes. She washed away the accumulated dandruff and dirt and felt refreshed.
, then go to the kitchen to eat some simple convenience food, clean up the sweeping robot, and put it back in the TV cabinet, it’s almost five o’clock.
Walking the dog: 5pm to 5:20pm.
Today was the last day she rented the Chihuahua. She was particularly reluctant to part with it, so she went to the supermarket and bought a pack of high-end dog food to keep the dog full. The Chihuahua ate the dog food carelessly, Kashiwa Chengha
Kneel down and gently stroke its back.
She asked her daughter to return the dog to the store, and she packed up her work equipment.
When going out, she first takes a scooter out of the community, then walks to the nearest subway station and takes a capsule train to the central business district 20 kilometers away. She works as a front desk for a third-rate technology company called Chenyu Enactus.
She was putting on makeup on the capsule train. Several strangers on the train looked at her but said nothing.
Bai Chengyu used the cheapest foundation from the supermarket to cover up his dull complexion, and then put on a little stingy lipstick.
She Shi Shiran got out of the car, walked to the door of the company building, took out a small mirror, and with an expressionless face, she gradually revealed the corners of her mouth, and a standard, impeccable smile appeared, just like the product of machine tool processing.
She straightened her back, entered the company, changed into work clothes among the employees, and started working.
Facing the empty hall where few people came.
Only robots stand like sculptures, with their sleek appearance and no human faces, so this is the value of the existence of people like Kashiwa Chengha.
Under the silent surveillance camera,
She smiles.
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Baifeng knew that his mother hated music.
But she was also extremely obsessed with music. She just transferred the unsatisfactory life of her life to music. At the beginning, Bao Feng learned drums, but her parents enthusiastically approved of it, and she was even forced to learn it by them.
Now, that familiar drum set is collecting dust in my mother’s utility room.
She watched her mother leave the community from the window.
Baifeng took out the music score from her schoolbag. What she was thinking about was the boy named Lu Zhengkang.
He is smart and gentle, has strong executive ability, is decisive in doing things, and is very humble in his behavior. He is really an impeccable person.
Baifeng actually wanted to help him because Lu Zhengkang was very funny when he begged her.
But he still found a solution. Just like so many times, watching Lu Zhengkang make up homework in the classroom early, he could always take care of his own work.
On the day when he was running for class cadre, he gave a speech on stage. Everyone else said that they would contribute to the class and help the teachers share their worries. Only he said that his ability could completely satisfy everyone, and then he drew a picture on the blackboard on the spot.
Sketching, everyone in the classroom is like looking in a mirror and can see their own image on the blackboard. Every time Lu Zhengkang draws a person, the voice in the classroom becomes louder. When it is finally completed, the ceiling is almost lifted.
, the head teacher next door came over to inquire about the situation.
There is a cool kid, Lu Zhengkang, he is so cool, everyone envy him, he studies well, is liked by the teacher, and has a beautiful little girlfriend who practices ballet.
He is almost the star of class one, number one in his grade, and when he is mentioned, the kids in other classes can only gasp and shout "It's so scary."
He rarely asks for help.
Baifeng moved the stacked boxes away in the utility room to make a clear space. She flipped through the music scores, then put them aside, moved a stool to do it, and raised the drumsticks.
The narrow hut is undisturbed, with only debris piled up like walls.
