Chapter 3 Dark Fragrance

When the school bell rang, before Li Qian could escape, teacher Qi Jie had already called his name, "Li Qian, come to my office after school."

Amid bursts of laughter, the students happily went back to their respective homes, so Li Qian had no choice but to follow Teacher Qi to her office.

A black tube skirt three-quarters above the knee, well-proportioned and slender legs, delicate ankles, flesh-colored stockings, high-heeled sandals with straps... just in front of Li Qian, step by step, unhurriedly.

Elegant as a cat, sexy as a fox.

When we arrived at the office, Teacher Qi Jie sat down, knocked on the table, and said, "Tell me, what are you thinking?"

Li Qian lowered his head and said with an unusually sincere attitude, "Teacher, I was wrong."

"Wrong? One sentence is wrong and it's over?"

Li Qian was silent.

Thinking back now, he feels that he was indeed a bit obsessed with sex in class. Although this era seems to be more open to love and marriage, respecting teachers is definitely more deeply rooted in people's hearts than in his previous life. I openly molested the young female teacher in front of so many people in class, this...

Seeing that he didn't speak, Teacher Qi said, "Why do you say such strange things about you? Ah? What's going on between Wang Jinglu and you? Whether you are in love or not, and whether you will get married in the future, the teacher doesn't care now, but You can't express love in my class, can you? This is always a burst of laughter, how can you let other students calm down and study?"

Uh, she didn't seem to mention molesting the female teacher at all?

But it's right to think about it carefully. In the eyes of adults, a joke made by a seventeen-year-old boy is at best a joke expressing admiration, but it really doesn't have much to do with molesting.

In other words, to put it more simply: you are a seventeen-year-old brat, you know how to moleste and not moleste!

At this time, Li Qian didn't dare to look up at her, afraid that she would see something, so he had to say that sentence in a more sincere tone, "Teacher, I was wrong."

"Know it's wrong? Well, it's good to know it's wrong!"

Teacher Qi unscrewed the pink thermos cup and took a sip of water, and said, "The other teachers didn't ask for anything, and they don't plan to punish you for this matter, just, can your grades look better?"

Li Qian looked up at her, then lowered his head.

Teacher Qi said: "Look at you, what a smart kid, you just open your mouth if you are bored. The teacher still remembers that when you first entered high school, you were still in the top ten in the class, but look now, the class There are forty-five people in the class, and you rank forty-third! The teacher knows that you are good at Chinese, and you have always been good at it, but good Chinese is not enough, so you will work harder in other classes in the future, okay?"

What else can this say? Li Qian could only nod his head and say, "Okay!"

Teacher Qi thought for a while and said, "Well, in my Chinese class from now on, you can do what you like, and you can study whatever subject you like, okay? As long as you don't disturb my class order and don't sleep, You can study math, English, Russian, whatever you want. I don’t want to say anything else, just because your Chinese scores are so good, but you only get 30 to 40 points in English and Russian. The language subjects are all interoperable, and if you put in a little effort, you won't get such a score in the exam..."

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After school in the afternoon, Li Qian finally had time to find a musical instrument store and buy a set of strings.

In his last life, he played guitar for more than 20 years, including classical guitar, flamenco guitar, electric guitar, Hawaiian guitar, pickle guitar, etc., and he is proficient in all of them, not to mention a ballad that costs 100 yuan. Guitar?

He quickly put on a new set of strings and started tuning.

When it comes to guitar tuning, beginners need to use the piano to set the tone, but Li Qian doesn't need it at all, the pitch is in his mind.

Thankfully, although this is a guitar that has been left under the bed for at least ten years, the building, or the third floor, is not humid, so the cabinet and resonance of this guitar are hardly affected.

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Hearing the sound of the guitar with a hammer here and a stick in the room, Li Qian's father Li Shuwen knocked on the door curiously, then pushed the door and poked his head in, "What's wrong with this? Why do you want to touch the guitar again?"

Li Qian raised the guitar. He felt that he had never been so excited in his two lifetimes before and after, "I went to buy a new set of strings after school in the afternoon and just put them on. Dad, I wrote a song and sang it for you." ah?"

Father Li looked in disbelief, "You learned it for three days ten years ago. I remember that you shook your head like a rattle, and you didn't want to learn anything. After ten years, you will change the strings yourself. ? And write your own songs?"

Li Qian said very seriously: "I am very talented!"

Father Li beckoned directly, "Come on, come over and show Dad the manuscript, you are so talented, keep it to trick the little girl later!"

Li Qian asked: "The manuscript? Is that your tree?"

Father Li was a little displeased when he heard that, "What do you call my tree? You know what. My essay is called "Hometown Yellow Flowers". It has just been finalized. Come, come and give Dad some advice."

Li Qian said: "No, if you want me to read the manuscript for you, you have to listen to my singing first. Do you understand what it means to come first?" Father Li is a reasonable person, he hesitated for a while, he felt that he still needed a son After reading it and giving some serious suggestions, I decided to fool my son's enthusiasm first. So he said: "Okay, okay, you sing, Dad listen!"

Li Qian cleared his throat very excitedly, tried a string for the last time, and made sure that the intonation was fine. Then he thought, at the age of Comrade Li and his heart of a senior literary youth, I guess if I could play "I "The Site", "Little Apple" and so on, his brows can be wrinkled into terraces. However, songs that are too classical, such as Mr. Liu Huan's "Love and Resentment", which are Beijing-style operas, obviously shouldn't be written by the current self.

After pondering for a while, Li Qian made up his mind, so the crisp and soft guitar sound accompanied by the tinkling in the kitchen and the humming of the range hood decisively began——

"When the petals leave the flower, the dark fragrance remains,

The fragrance disappeared after the wind and rain, and no one came to smell it.

If love tells me to go,

I will fight to the end of love.

If the heart dies in splendor,

Love rises from the ashes.

Unforgettable lingering whispers,

Pay homage to me with your smile.

Let the heart die in splendor,

Let love rise from the ashes.

The fire burns through the grass scars,

Look at another spring breeze. "

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As for the song, it must be a good song, and it belongs to the kind of masterpiece that the entire music circle may not be able to come up with a song in a year. In addition, Li Qian's guitar arrangement is quite standard, and the current Li Qian's voice , and it is much more powerful than the previous life. Although I haven't practiced it, the breath must be weak, but it can't stand Li Qian's ability to use it. Some small high notes, true and false notes, and almost no effort to give enough taste, so the whole song Singing down, I feel quite good.

Although Li Qian's current strength cannot compare with Yuan Sing's soft and affectionate voice, but taking it to a KTV to fool him, it must be enough to shock a room.

This is the first performance in this life, although it is far from perfect, but Li Qian is very devoted and affectionate. The guitar sounded, and it took him a while to open his eyes. Then he looked at Comrade Li with a little nervousness, and asked, "Dad, how are you doing?"

Dad Li seemed to be still thinking about it, and he was taken aback for a moment before he said, "This is...you wrote it?"

"Ah! I wrote it!" Li Qian said.

Father Li smacked it, and a thoughtful look slowly appeared on his face. Then, he seemed to have thought of something, raised his eyebrows and looked at Li Qian, with a very troubled expression.

Li Qian stared at him with wide eyes.

Father Li simply walked into the room, pulled Li Qian's computer chair and sat down, thought for a while, and said seriously: "Xiaoqian, Dad told you, this person has a short and a long. What is the most important thing for a person? It is to find out and give full play to one's own strengths, this principle...you know it?"

Li Qian was a little puzzled, "Dad, what do you mean? Where is this going?"

Father Li was a little embarrassed, rubbed his hands, and said, "No, I mean that, he... Hey, I mean, if you want to chase girls, you don't have to sing or something!"

Li Qian was even more confused, staring at his father with wide eyes, with a bewildered expression.

Father Li wrinkled his face and said, "I mean...for example, think your mother was beautiful back then? In the words of your children now, she was also at the school girl level. Don't look at her as a housewife now. It was so good-looking back then! Hey, if you look in the mirror yourself, your face looks more like her. And she is not only good-looking, she also reads, sings, plays, hosts Ah, they are all good players, but they are the literary and artistic pacesetters of our school every year, they are amazing! But what about your father and me? They are not ugly, they are just ordinary people, and they are all together. I don't have enough art skills, but what is the final result, your mother is not chasing me?"

"Yo!" This is the first time Li Qian heard his father talk about the history of the revolutionary family, his eyes lit up, he sat down on the bed, and he couldn't care less about the song, so he asked quickly: "Then you Tell me, how did you attract my mother back then?"

Father Li straightened his back, and his eyebrows almost flew up, "Nothing else, our man has a good literary talent! This song, he can hum a few words by himself, but a novel can be written by himself Is it? Yes, it is not easy to sing well, but she is comparable to us who can directly turn novels into typefaces and get a lot of royalties? You said, if I didn’t write novels back then, I would just hold Take the guitar to sing to your mother, can she fall in love with me?"

Li Qian smacked his lips and began to recall. But there was a bit of a twist here, and he was a little unsure.

After thinking for a while, he said, "What do you mean by love, instead of singing, I might as well put my mind on writing a love poem or something, right? Is that what you mean?"

Father Li slapped his thigh, and leaned over on purpose, pointing his finger in the direction of Wang's house opposite, and whispered, "Actually, it's okay for you to sing, but the problem is that the two sisters at the opposite door are all doing this, what do you say?" You copied the song as your own and sang it to others, will you not expose it in the future? How embarrassing it will be if it is exposed?"

really!

The old man spent so much thought and made such a big detour, and it really landed here!

He thought his song was plagiarized!

And once he thought that he had plagiarized, the old man would automatically complete all the plots: I wanted to impress Wang Jinglu, so I copied a song to say that I wrote it myself!

Old Wenqing's thoughts are indeed enough to wrap around!

But the question is, what do I have?

Li Qian opened his mouth, wanting to explain something, but...he scratched his head again, and suddenly didn't know what to say.

To be honest, in this world, he can confidently say that I wrote this song. But, but, but but...

Father Li was very proud of himself at this moment, thinking that his education for his son was timely and successful, and suddenly felt that he was full of fatherly love, and felt that being a father was simply too fulfilling. He stood up directly, forgetting to drag his son to read the manuscript, and walked away. Before going out, I felt that something was missing, so I turned around and said, "By the way, you still sing well... Uh, what's the name of this song? Do you have a tape here?"

Li Qian shook his head, his face full of melancholy, "The song is called "Dark Fragrance"."

Father Li didn't see the entangled thoughts in his son's heart, just nodded, "This name is good, it fits well! Well, especially this word, it is written with artistic conception!"

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After dinner, Li's father and Li's mother were watching TV in the living room, while Li Qian was sad alone in his room.

Sure enough, people with a bottom line are suffering?

When faced with his father's doubts, he actually felt that if he forcefully stated that this song was originally made by him, he would definitely blush... No wonder he was so miserable in his previous life!

Thin-skinned!

However, when he thought of the struggle in his previous life, he suddenly felt a little hard in his heart.

"Damn it, I've been struggling on the poverty line in my last life, and I've been lagging behind national statistics for more than 30 years. Not to mention Aston Martin, Ferrari and Porsches, I can't even afford a Ford Mustang. In this life, I must at least get a Great Wall trot and drive away? Anyway, in this world, I must be original!"

Thinking about it this way, the eyes suddenly became clear.

He quickly took out his diary with a lock and started writing songs.

One song after another, with words and melodies, and he even jotted down some arrangement ways--for a semi-professional songwriter and amateur singer who has been in the music circle for more than ten years, This thing is really too simple. It is no exaggeration to say that there must be at least hundreds or thousands of finished songs that he can remember in his mind. He can think of more at any time if the situation triggers it.

He was writing furiously when suddenly his phone vibrated twice.

Taking the phone and glanced at it, it was a text message from Wang Jinglu. Click to open it, and sure enough, it is blank again.

Li Qian put down his pen, thinking of that extremely delicate little face, his emotions suddenly became a little complicated.

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In the living room, watching his son talk about going out, he opened the door and went out. When the door was closed, Li's father proudly took his elbow to Li's mother, "I just saved my son! Otherwise, he would If you go back, you will lose your lord, maybe you will have to break up!"

Mama Li glanced back at him in her busy schedule. She was so focused on the TV series just now that she didn't hear what Papa Li said at all, so she caught a glimpse of his beaming face and pushed him away, "Don't Nao, watch TV, wait until midnight later, what if your son comes back halfway, you have to be ashamed!"

Papa Li's face instantly revealed a constipated expression.