Han Jing thoughtfully took out the handwritten lyrics and showed them to Zhang Yichi, and then sang them together with Zhang Yichi.
"Tsk, your singing is a little out of tune." Han Jing said with a frown.
"No?" Zhang Yichi never felt that his singing was out of tune.
"But it's not too bad. I'll take you to sing it a few more times and correct it. It shouldn't be a big problem." Han Jing took Zhang Yichi to sing it again and corrected some mistakes during the process. "This will be much better."
Zhang Yichi raised a question: "If you go out to sing, you should prepare a few more songs, right? Do you have any other original works?"
"Uh..." Han Jing was a little embarrassed, "Yes, there is, but I think the work is not mature enough, so I'd better not use it."
"Then...do you have the song Katyusha here?"
"Huh?" Han Jing was a little surprised, "Are you talking about the 'Katyusha standing on the handsome shore'?"
Zhang Yichi was also a little surprised: "Really? Are there any songs by Jay Chou?"
"Huh?" Han Jing once stood up and said, "Do you still know Jay Chou?! Jay Chou's songs are so popular?!"
"Is that true?" Zhang Yichi laughed.
"Yes, but his songs are a bit difficult. Can you sing them?" Han Jing looked at Zhang Yichi with some suspicion.
Zhang Yichi thought for a while: "I can sing it in a simple way."
"Then let's give it a try?"
"Then you play the blue and white porcelain."
"Okay, let me look for the score..."
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The two sang songs for a while, and they became more and more familiar with each other. Han Jing pointed out some of Zhang Yichi's singing mistakes without mercy.
The two of them took a break after singing until their mouths were dry.
"Aren't you going to school?" Zhang Yichi took a sip of the juice Han Jing handed him.
"It's Saturday today. I think we can go to a nearby square next Friday night to sing and sing." With someone accompanying him, Han Jing became a lot more courageous. Coupled with the cooperation just now, he was now eager to give it a try.
"Okay, there will be some preparation time." Zhang Yichi had no objection.
Han Jing imagined the scene of singing next Friday: "There will be a lot of people around, and they will definitely take pictures and so on. I have to buy some cool clothes..."
Zhang Yichi looked at Han Jing looking forward to the future and didn't know when to tell him that he was terminally ill.
He felt that Han Jing had the right to know, and it was necessary to inform him in advance. If he waited until he realized it, he would probably not be able to accept it and would collapse. Zhang Yichi needed to give him some buffering time and a proper opportunity.
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"Can you teach me how to play the guitar?" Zhang Yichi asked.
"What? Are you interested too? Do you think playing guitar is cool?" Han Jing asked.
"Yeah, you can teach me to play your original song." Zhang Yichi said with a smile.
Han Jing readily agreed: "Watching others cover your own songs is also a very fulfilling thing, haha. Come, sit over here and I will teach you."
Zhang Yichi sat over, and Han Jing handed the piano to him: "If you see if there is a recess in the guitar, put your legs there, yes, that's it, keep the guitar body as perpendicular to your body as possible.
Don't worry about how to press your left hand for now, I'll teach you the basic exercises of your right hand..."
Zhang Yichi followed Han Jing's instructions and carefully plucked the strings with his right hand.
"Yes, that's it. For the strings 1, 2, 3, 4, 56, the thumb pulls down on the top three strings, and the index finger, middle finger, and ring finger pull up on the bottom three strings..." Han Jing was very interested.
Teaching a person from the 'God Realm' to play guitar is a wonderful experience for him.
Although playing guitar is an instrument that is easy to get started and very difficult to learn in depth, it is not something that can be mastered in an afternoon. After an afternoon of instruction from Han Jing, Zhang Yichi can play 532313 almost fluently with his right hand.
Two or three.
In the end, Han Jing asked Zhang Yichi to stop practicing today when his fingers were scratched.
Zhang Yicai relaxed his hands and looked at the sky outside: "Let's go, I will take you out to buy a birthday cake."
"Take me out, do you know the surroundings?"
"...Okay, you take me out and I'll buy you a birthday cake." Zhang Yichi changed his words.
"Okay, let's go out reluctantly!" Han Jing tidied up and took Zhang Yichi out.
While walking on the road, Han Jing asked Zhang Yichi to keep a cold face and follow him to the right. Zhang Yichi had no choice but to satisfy Han Jing's secondary disease and follow him.
Han Jing took a few steps and would look back at Zhang Yichi. Later, he was really not used to this, so he asked Zhang Yichi to walk side by side with him.
The two arrived at the nearest cake shop. Han Jing was dazzled by the various cakes in the window and didn't know which one to choose. Seeing this, Zhang Yichi directly picked a chocolate cake that cost 200 yuan.
After the cake was ready, the two returned home.
Han Jing excitedly ordered takeout again and bought some delicious food and beer.
"Are you still drinking?" Zhang Yichi asked.
"I will be an adult after today, why can't I drink?" Han Jing looked very confident. It seemed that he had known that Zhang Yichi would ask this question, so he was ready with an impeccable explanation.
After everything arrived, Han Jing solemnly placed the things on the table, placed eight candles on his birthday cake, and Zhang Yichi lit them for him.
The lights in the room had been turned off, and the candlelight illuminated Han Jing's solemn face.
"Wish you... happy birthday to you~" Zhang Yichi felt a little embarrassed, but still sang a birthday song to Han Jing, "Happy birthday to you..."
"You're out of tune." Han Jing pointed out.
Zhang Yichi shut up.
"Is it time to blow out the candles?" Han Jing asked.
"You haven't made a wish yet."
"I made my promise at noon, and then you suddenly popped out, didn't you?"
Zhang Yichi is a little uncomfortable with the word "beng": "The one at noon does not count, now I will officially make a wish."
"...Okay." Han Jing looked at the candlelight, crossed his hands, closed his eyes, and made a wish.
Soon, Han Jing opened his eyes, took a deep breath, exhaled sharply, and blew out eight candles in one go.
"Good sign." Zhang Yichi said.
"Okay, let's eat. Please tell me in advance, don't wipe the cake." Han Jing began to cut the cake.
Zhang Yichi had no intention of spreading the cake, but he didn't offer any explanation.
After Han Jing cut the cake, the two began to eat. Zhang Yichi ate some simply, and Han Jing devoured it to his heart's content. In the end, his mouth was full of cream, and he smiled at Zhang Yichi and said, "Actually, the cake is quite delicious.
"
Zhang Yichi looked at Han Jing and chuckled again.
"Thank you Zhang Yichi. I am very satisfied with this birthday." Han Jing drank half a bottle of beer and thanked Zhang Yichi.
"It doesn't matter, I didn't do anything." Zhang Yichi saw that Han Jing's face was already red, guessing that this man who had never drank much alcohol was already drunk.
"It feels like a dream... I haven't played the game today... Forget it... I'm going to sleep..." Han Jing wandered towards the bed, fell on it and fell asleep.
Zhang Yichi sat at the table in silence for a long time, then got up to pack his things.