The night on the roof was dark, and the street lamps in the alleys could not reach this height, and all depended on the light of the crescent moon overhead.
Correspondingly, the smoke from the fireworks and the noisy voices of the people downstairs could not come up, only the night wind was blowing, and it was really rare to be clean here.
This is not the first time Liang Sizhe has climbed the rooftop. Before him, except for the roof repairman, probably no one had climbed on this. The visitors on the first and second floors are all passers-by. Those who live in the guest house on the third floor leave early in the morning and come back late. They only use this place as a place to sleep. How can there be such a leisurely feeling of climbing to the top of the building to find purity? .
Liang Sizhe squatted down, removed a brick from the corner of the rooftop, and took out a newspaper—he had brought it the night before. He spread the newspaper on the edge of the roof, sat on it, and put his legs under it.
Ordinary people are somewhat afraid of heights, but Liang Sizhe is gifted in this respect. Not only is he not afraid of heights at all, on the contrary, he likes to stand on a high place and look down. The higher the better.
He took off the acoustic guitar slung over his shoulder and put it on his lap, and plucked the strings casually with his right hand. The resident singer is right, after changing the strings, the sound of this acoustic guitar is really good. Next time we meet, treat that person to a meal. Liang Sizhe thought.
Liang Sizhe is a violin student. He has been "sawing wood" holding the violin since he was four years old. In the seventeen years of his life, he has spent more time playing the violin than sleeping.
However, the students of the Music Affiliated Middle School are known for their versatility, and Liang Sizhe is one of the best among them. In addition to his professional violin, other stringed instruments, such as cello, viola, guitar, bass... He also has a little exposure.
All kinds of stringed instruments have something in common. He is proficient in the violin, and as long as he remembers how to play other instruments, he will always get started faster than others who do not know anything about instruments.
The guitar is a six-string violin, and the feeling of playing it is actually quite different from the four-string violin. He carefully recalled how to play the guitar, and then his left hand hung over the strings, and it didn't fall down. Which one is better to play
In his mind, many songs he practiced over the years emerged, such as Serenade, Carmen, Canon, Swan, Liang Zhu, Bach Xiaowu... Those scores seemed to be engraved in his bones and blood. Although he hadn't touched the violin for more than a year, but now When I think about it, I still remember the scores I practiced countless times over the years...
Then... play the song he played last time. It's really been a long time.
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Cao Ye sat on the bed with his left hand on his right shoulder, moving his arms and neck and shoulders.
That buddy... His name is Liang Sizhe, right? I really don't see it, there is actually such a hand. What is he doing up there? Thinking about a philosophy of life
Cao Ye opened the window, leaned out half of his body and looked up, but couldn't see anything. His curiosity has always been strong, and now he is eager to climb up and take a look. He was also famous for being bold, and the idea just popped into his head, and one of his legs was already on the windowsill.
He grabbed the edge of the window, slid out of the window leaf, and followed suit—just forgot to close the window.
Not to mention, although Liang Sizhe climbed quite easily from below, when it came time to fight in person, he really had to take it easy.
If you want to successfully climb to the roof, you must have three qualities: first, your legs are long, otherwise you will not be able to step on the steel plate connecting the drain pipe and the building wall; second, you need to be thin, the steel plate has been exposed to wind and rain for years If it is overweight, it will easily cause the steel plate to break; third, the arm strength is better, and you must firmly grasp the window edge of the upper floor, otherwise you will not be able to climb up at all.
Coincidentally, Cao Ye possesses all three physical qualities.
Only one thing, he was slightly afraid of heights. So when he squatted on the fourth floor window and looked down, he couldn't help but feel a swing in his heart - it would be a lie to say that he had no regrets, and his impulse was the devil. He was now in a dilemma.
Close your eyes and go on. Curiosity kills the cat, and it's better to climb up than to stay down and listen to the howls on the second floor.
Going up to the fifth floor, the noise of the KTV on the second floor gradually weakened. Among the chaotic noise and the rustling of leaves downstairs, he suddenly heard a faint music coming from the top of the building - the sound was crisp and made him think Liang Sizhe reached into the window and took away the hand of the acoustic guitar, but that song stuttered and sounded like a novice, and it took a long time to find a melody.
- Climbing to the roof to practice guitar? It's quite rough.
Cao Ye calmed down, holding the drainage pipe with one hand and the edge of the roof with the other.
Cao Ye patted the dust on the crook of his legs, straightened up and walked towards Liang Sizhe.
He took light steps and walked very slowly. Every step he took, he just stepped on the notes played by Liang Sizhe. Then he approached, afraid of scare people, when he bent down, he bent his arms around Liang Sizhe's neck, leaned into his ear, and lowered his voice: "Hello!"
Suddenly, a person appeared from behind. Liang Sizhe's reaction was quite calm, but his body froze a little, and his guitar-playing movement also stopped. He turned his face and looked up at Cao Ye, his expression was not happy : "Why did you come up?"
"I didn't expect it?" Cao Ye was complacent and said a second line from a film and television drama that he learned from somewhere, "I, Mr. Cao, go to heaven and earth, and can do anything. These two floors are trivial." After he finished speaking, he let go of Liang Sizhe , squatted beside him, looked downstairs and was shocked, "Oh, it's really tall."
Liang Sizhe didn't speak, and silently put the acoustic guitar aside.
He really didn't expect Cao Ye to follow him up. This building is not so easy to climb. When he first came up, he was crouching on the fourth floor, and he almost couldn't get up or down. Later, I gradually figured out the surrounding structure, and after climbing a few times boldly, I became more and more handy.
I just didn't expect that Cao Ye would follow his example, and he was so daring that he really followed him up.
Liang Sizhe didn't show it on the face, but his heart was actually a little bad. On the first night he climbed up, he looked at the empty and flat roof around him, sat on the other side of the roof, turned his back to Yinsi Street where Lan Yan was located, and blew the air. In the cool wind, watching the rushing vehicles not far away, leaving all the noisy noise and the choking smell of oil smoke behind, how comfortable he was at that time, how bad he is now.
The territory that belonged to him was invaded, which made him feel a strong sense of discomfort. There will probably be nowhere to lick the wounds alone.
But Cao Ye didn't realize the fact that he was unpopular, so he looked at Liang Sizhe curiously and asked, "You were practicing guitar just now?"
Liang Sizhe looked at the traffic on the street in the distance, and said emotionlessly, "Well."
"Then... continue, am I disturbing you?"
Liang Sizhe wanted to say, "Isn't this obvious?", but his aggression was reduced by more than half: "It's okay."
Cao Ye stretched out his arms, took the acoustic guitar he had left aside, plucked the strings lightly, and muttered in a low voice, "But shouldn't a novice start with "Little Star"? Why do you play "Little Star"? The Devil's Trill "Ah..."
Liang Sizhe was startled. He just played so badly that he didn't even finish a section, but Cao Ye actually heard that he was playing "The Devil's Trill"
Cao Ye didn't pay much attention to Liang Sizhe's mood swings. He squatted there and played with the acoustic guitar. He lowered his head to find the notes one by one, and hummed softly. When it comes to playing the guitar, he is not much better than Liang Sizhe, only about Knowing how to play the notes has no skill at all.
But the boy's voice was clear, and he jumped out word by word, and it also sounded a kind of soothing magic on the quiet rooftop:
"twinkle twinkle little star, how I wonder what you are
up above the world so high, like a damond in the sky"
Cao Ye only knew these four sentences, and after playing it with jerky fingering, he smiled at Liang Sizhe embarrassedly: "I can play better, not as good as you."
Liang Sizhe's irritability subsided for the most part.
Yes, this is not Yancheng, and Cao Ye is not his classmate in the Music High School. This is Beijing where no one knows him. Cao Ye is the son of the famous Cao Xiuyuan. He realized that he could become a novice guitarist, a beginner violinist, and play lousy without worrying about anyone coming to reveal his wounds.
It feels so good.
For a while, Cao Ye, an uninvited guest, appeared on the rooftop, and it seemed that it was not so difficult to accept.
But after he figured it out, a little question popped up in his heart. How could Cao Ye hear that he just played "The Devil's Trill"? Does he also learn the violin
This song is quite difficult to play, and it is not widely spread among the public. If you can say the title of the song with certainty, you should be familiar with the melody, right
It's just that Cao Ye squatted on the side and played with the guitar quietly. He didn't mention it again, and Liang Sizhe didn't ask.
The two blew the wind silently for a while, and Cao Ye took the initiative to chat with Liang Sizhe: "It's too noisy downstairs, is it so noisy every night?"
"Yeah, do you want to do business?" Liang Sizhe said lightly.
"Can you still sleep then?"
Liang Sizhe tilted his head to look at him: "Weren't you sleeping just now?"
"Oh... I didn't sleep," Cao Ye scratched his hair, "I'm lying on my stomach and thinking about life."
Can you numb half of your body without falling asleep? … The juvenile is really amazing.
"Thinking about what?"
"Who am I, where do I come from... and where am I going." Cao Ye pretended to be deep.
Liang Sizhe smiled cooperatively, but did not continue.
Cao Ye was half-squatting beside him, his arms resting on his thighs. He felt more secure squatting, sitting on the edge of the roof like Liang Sizhe did, feeling like he would fall off at any time.
Liang Sizhe smiled, reminding him of Lin Yan's little boyfriend again - really, it's incomparable, it's not a rank at all, and it can kill in all directions.
"Is it safe for you to sit there?" Cao Ye felt the need to remind him, "Would you like to lean back? It's quite dangerous at this height."
"It's okay," Liang Sizhe didn't take the reminder seriously, "I'm used to sitting, so I can't fall off."
After a while, Cao Ye brought up the previous batch again: "I think you still have to start from "Little Star" when you learn the guitar. Let me tell you, this song is very cost-effective, you can practice four lines, the whole song It will all be.”
Liang Sizhe smiled and said, "That's true."
"Do you want me to teach you? Let's go back to the street and we should be able to earn some money."
Liang Sizhe chatted with him indifferently: "Where is the meal money so easy to earn..."
"Then do you think I just played and sang those lines, can I earn a meal?"
"I want to be beautiful..." Liang Sizhe chuckled, and when he turned around, Cao Ye was looking at him pitifully: "Brother Sizhe, can you treat me to dinner? I'm about to starve to death, and I don't have a cent on me. …”