Nonlinear Love

Su Lian snorted, not knowing what to answer, standing on the spot at a loss.

Chi Wang turned his head to look at him and thought it was funny: "This is shy? Why is it so easy to blush, and those who don't know think you have never been in love."

"Does it have anything to do with this?" Su Lian glared at him, his ears flushed.

"Yes, logically speaking, I shouldn't have any special reaction if I kiss you now."

Chi Juan was joking, and with a wary look on his face, he stretched out his hand and flicked his forehead: "I'm kidding you, I believe it."

The two went out from the narrow bathroom, and Su Huasheng greeted people to eat: "Xiaochi, you have worked hard today, come and drink some soy milk."

"Uncle, we made an appointment with a friend for a rehearsal at ten o'clock, but it's too late. Give me soy milk, we'll drink it on the way." Chi Wang's face was well-behaved, and he couldn't be more pleasant.

Su Huasheng was surprised: "What are you rehearsing? Xiao Su is going too?"

Chi Huang nodded: "Yes, we are performing on New Year's Day, and he sings."

"He... can sing?" Su Huasheng was even more shocked, as if he had heard something extraordinary, it was really hard to make up the scene of his paralyzed son singing.

"Well, it sounds very good. Next time we finish the performance and record it and send it to you." Chi Wang took out his phone and shook it in the air, "How about, add your WeChat first."

Su Lian clicked his tongue, thinking that this person had too many routines.

With just a few simple words, he even got his father's contact information.

After scanning the code, Chi Wang added a contact person and raised his hand to carry the soy milk bag: "Then let's go first, see you uncle."

"Okay, you guys have fun." Su Huasheng replied with a smile.

Walking out of the alley, Su Lian couldn't help but ask, "Why did you add my dad?"

Chi Wang put his hands in his pockets, and his face was chūn dàng: "Follow the old man earlier."

"Can you be more serious?" Su Lian said angrily.

Chi Wang said sternly: "Well, I was chatting just now, and my uncle said that he sometimes runs errands privately. I'm going to pass his business card to a friend and introduce him to some expensive businesses, so that he won't always pay it back in the middle of the night. Running around outside."

Unexpectedly, this person's heart can be so refined, Su Lian said sincerely, "Thank you."

"You're welcome, we'll all be a family from now on." After two seconds of seriousness, he immediately resumed being a fool. It really didn't help.

Su Lian was too lazy to say more, raised his hand and unscrewed the soy milk and stuffed it into his mouth: "Drink your breakfast."

There was a real traffic jam on weekend mornings, and when I arrived at Chi Wang's house, it was nearly 20 minutes later than the expected time.

Gu Anjiu was sitting with Chi Qing in the living room and playing games cross-legged. When he saw someone coming, he said in a resentful tone, "Some people are really, and they have to go out to pick up people in the morning, so they put us here. Fortunately, there is a sister to accompany me."

"Oh, I'm sorry." Chi Huang didn't even bother to give a look, and he didn't bother to apologize.

Song Jiaci raised his head and smiled: "No, it's fine, I didn't wait long."

Seeing that all the people were there, Su Lian changed his shoes and stepped into the door: "Then let's start?"

"Okay, let's go downstairs. I put the drum down yesterday." Chi Juan raised his hand and hooked the person's shoulder, and walked down the stairs to the basement.

Staring at the intimacy of the two, Gu Anjiu muttered from behind: "As soon as Su Lian speaks, he will answer everything, and you can run as fast as a dog."

Su Lian had never been to this floor before, but he was fresh.

The style of the basement is completely different from the one above. The ceiling is a splash of ink-like blue, which looks pretty cool.

The walls are insulated with diatom mud, and in the center is a huge projection, microphone stand, and drum set. A few lazy sofas were thrown on the ground, and the whole room looked like Chi Wang's lazy style.

Lin Yan sat on the high stool and plucked the guitar strings to tune.

Su Lian looked at Gu Anjiu: "You can also play musical instruments? You don't really want to sing with me, do you?"

Between the words, it is very disgusting.

The little fat man shook his hand mysteriously, and took out an erhu from behind: "I can also play musical instruments, isn't it good?"

Su Lian stared at the musical instrument, trying not to hurt anyone: "...It doesn't seem to fit well."

"Why don't you match up, why are you like the wrong master!" Gu Anjiu stood up angrily, carrying the erhu to sell miserably, "In the past, he and Lin Yan didn't take me in a band, saying they were rock and roll fans, I'm Chinese The painting style doesn't fit. Do you think I want to learn erhu? It's not because my dad wants to listen to horse racing."

Su Lian was amused: "Then you are quite filial."

Chi Li was in a good mood today, so he let out a sigh of relief: "Okay, I'll leave you a few notes to make you feel a little more involved."

Gu Anjiu gritted his teeth and raised his fat face: "How many sounds?"

"One eight beats, no more." Chi Wang fondly touched the top of his messy head, "It has already given you a lot of face."

Gu Anjiu was half-dead with anger, like a blown up puffer fish: "Okay, the lead singer, guitar, drum, erhu, and erhu are all there, and there's still a chorus... Who's coming?"

Several people looked at each other, looked back and forth for a few seconds, and slowly landed on Song Jiaci, who was sitting cross-legged.

He pointed to himself, shocked: "I, I, I sing? But, can I?"

"Sing whatever you want, the national anthem is fine." Lin Yan encouraged.

Song Jiaci bit his lower lip and stammered, "Get up, get up, people who don't want to be slaves..."