The male god here

Chapter 8 People Like Me
In a familiar room, a violin is wrapped on the wall, and a guitar is quietly leaning against the wall.

Zhou Ziyang took the guitar, and all his childhood memories came back. When he was eleven years old, his father forced him to go to the Children's Palace to learn the violin, just to pursue the violin teacher. At that time, Zhou's father received Zhou Ziyang's special attention, basically every day Both go.

At that time, Zhou Ziyang thought that his father liked the violin, so he studied hard and got up at six o'clock every morning to practice the violin, thinking that his father would praise him if he practiced well.

In the end, after learning the violin for half a year, my father suddenly said with a stern face: "I won't go anymore! This bitch has no sense at all!"

At the time, Zhou Ziyang thought his father was saying that the music teacher was not good at teaching, but later he realized that he had found a boyfriend.

To be honest, Father Zhou's condition is not bad, and he is good-looking. He is a tall man of [-] meters, and he can do things like a tiger, but because he is too rude, he doesn't know how to be romantic when doing things.

And Zhou Ziyang's violin teacher had just returned from further studies at a music academy abroad. Not to mention his elegant temperament, he was also good-looking. He had a lot of suitors. Who would look at a divorced bachelor with a baby like Zhou's father? what!
Father Zhou was depressed about that matter for a long time, and Zhou Ziyang didn't play the violin anymore.

Later, relatives came to visit the house, Zhou Ziyang played a violin, and then the relatives praised, oh, Ziyang is really good!

Only then did Father Zhou have a bright face, and he felt that his own emotional affairs could not affect the child's development, so he asked Zhou Ziyang to learn the violin again.

I have been learning the violin for three years. After entering high school, I felt too tired to learn the violin. I learned the guitar by chance with a few students in the training class. In just one month, I can basically play pop music.

When I was in college, I met that rich woman who was five years older than me because I played and sang in a bar, and I wanted to be her boyfriend by myself, and I called myself when I was drunk at night, saying Zhou Ziyang, will you promise me!I'll jump off the stairs!

The past is the past. People like Zhou Ziyang never look back on memories, he only lives in the present, and now he picks up the guitar and vibrates the strings.

The beautiful guitar sound rang out in the room. I haven’t talked about it for a long time since I started working, but I feel that I am not unfamiliar with the guitar at all, and I am even more proficient in mastering the rhythm. I can find out the tune that I had no memory before. Maybe this is the benefit of the reborn.

Fingers plucked the strings, and unconsciously, a song "Someone Like Me" popped up.

good people like me

Should have lived a splendid life
How come over twenty years
Still floating in the sea of ​​people
This song is very suitable for Zhou Ziyang's current state of mind. He has been wasting half his life without achieving anything. Zhou Ziyang should be an excellent person, but why is he so outstanding that he has not seen in half his life.

He also chased youth.

Hopeful for the future.

lonely person like me

stupid like me
an ordinary person like me

how many people in the world
Before I knew it, a tune popped up, a slightly melancholy guitar playing.

There was a sudden clang, a little harsh, and it didn't play well.

Sure enough, I haven't picked up a guitar for a long time.

Zhou Ziyang turned his head, and Shen Peipei, who had been peeking at the door, couldn't help but panicked and wanted to escape, but at this time Zhou Ziyang asked, "How long have you been here?"

"No, it hasn't been long." Shen Peipei lowered her head and said weakly.

Zhou Ziyang looked at Shen Peipei over there. Shen Peipei took a shower after returning home. Her hair was completely loose and not yet dried. It was wet and exuded the fragrance of shampoo.

He was wearing a white shirt with a small black suspender inside, which was faintly visible.

The shorts on her lower body were covered by a large shirt. At this time, her face was a little red, and she said cautiously: "Mom, Mom told you to go down to eat."

Zhou Ziyang snorted, "Understood."

"Yeah..." Shen Peipei lowered her head and wanted to say something, but she was afraid that Zhou Ziyang would attack her, so she hesitated to speak and turned around to leave without saying anything.

"Come here." Zhou Ziyang waved to Shen Peipei, and Shen Peipei was flattered and obediently walked over.

This is only the third year of high school, and the jade legs are so white. After college, I don't know how many little boys I will be fascinated by.

"Did you hear everything just now?" Zhou Ziyang asked.

Standing in front of Zhou Ziyang, Shen Peipei nodded obediently.

"Does it sound good?" Zhou Ziyang asked.

Shen Peipei nodded vigorously, and stretched out her hand carefully, wanting to touch the guitar in Zhou Ziyang's hand, but she didn't dare. In fact, Shen Peipei likes music very much. She feels that Zhou Ziyang is very good, and he can play both guitar and violin , and read a lot of books.

Zhou Ziyang's room is full of hardcover books. This is what Shen Peipei dreamed of. She only has a hardcover version of "Thunderstorm", which was given to her by her mother on her fifteenth birthday. Her baby It's incredible, every time I read it, I am careful.

She used to secretly come to read Zhou Ziyang's book when Zhou Ziyang was not around. Zhou Ziyang was furious and scolded Shen Peipei. At that time, Shen Peipei was extremely wronged and wiped tears in the quilt by herself in the middle of the night.

Looking at Shen Peipei's cautious look, Zhou Ziyang felt a little ashamed when he thought of this matter. He was really ignorant before, but there is no way, a strange mother and daughter will be unhappy if a strange mother and daughter suddenly come out of any child's home.

"I, can I touch it?" Zhou Ziyang seems to be very different today, Shen Peipei mustered up the courage, pointed to the guitar and said to Zhou Ziyang.

"Like it?" Zhou Ziyang asked.

Shen Peipei nodded weakly.

"Take it." Zhou Ziyang directly handed the guitar to her.

Shen Peipei was taken aback, she almost lost her grip on the guitar, and held on to the guitar tightly.

Zhou Ziyang sneered when she saw that Shen Peipei was blushing. She stretched out her hand and carefully plucked the strings.
Shen Peipei was surprised.

Sitting there, Zhou Ziyang looked at Shen Peipei's face that had never seen the world, and couldn't help laughing. Zhou Ziyang thought that he was really stupid at the time. If he had the current IQ, it would not be a matter of minutes to destroy this innocent little girl. what?

"Want to learn?" Zhou Ziyang asked.

"X thinks." Shen Peipei nodded heavily.

Zhou Ziyang said: "Go, go to bed, I will teach you!"

"Huh?" Shen Peipei was taken aback.

In fact, Zhou Ziyang didn't have any extra chairs in his room, so he could only sit on the bed. Zhou Ziyang pulled Shen Peipei to sit on the bed, and let Shen Peipei hold the guitar.

"Come on, let me teach you, like this, this hand is holding the guitar, this hand is holding the strings, like this."

Shen Peipei hugged the guitar, Zhou Ziyang hugged Shen Peipei, and taught her patiently, holding Shen Peipei's little hand in one hand, and teaching her to put it on the strings with the other.

Shen Peipei's wrist is so thin, it feels like there are only bones left, and her fingers are thin and long, very skinny. I feel that I should not play the guitar, but the piano is more suitable.

Shen Peipei just took a shower, so close, the fragrance on the hair smells good.

At this time, Shen Peipei, who was sitting on the bed, was extremely stiff, sitting there obediently with her legs together, her mind was blank, unexpectedly, she was so close to him.

Fortunately, I took a shower by myself.

Otherwise, if he was so dirty, he wouldn't be like this, right?

"You look like this, pluck the strings." Zhou Ziyang held Shen Peipei's finger.

"54321432, try this rhythm?" Zhou Ziyang said.

Shen Peipei felt that she could hardly breathe, her face was red and hot, and her long legs were wriggling uncomfortably. She had never learned guitar before, and now she was even more nervous being held by Zhou Ziyang, let alone her fingers were stiff. Playing the piano is difficult even if you move.

"Your fingers are too stiff," Zhou Ziyang reached out and took Shen Peipei's fingers and rubbed them together.

"Well, I," Shen Peipei felt breathless.

"I'm sorry!" Shen Peipei said, stood up suddenly from Zhou Ziyang's arms, covered her face and ran away.

(End of this chapter)