After rebirth, I have an extra sister

Chapter 51
The first floor is rented for catering, the second and third floors are Internet cafes, and the fourth and fifth floors are for individuals.

In fact, Gu Xueli lives in a single room on the fifth floor, and the network administrator works 12 hours a day, including food and lodging.

I basically stay in this building 24 hours a day, working on the second floor and sleeping on the fifth floor.

It's like an infinite prison.

"Little landlord, do you want to accompany me upstairs?" In the words, squinting eyes, there was a bit of a bad woman who seduced my younger brother.

An Ting knew - this woman just regarded herself as a younger brother who grew up with her, teasing was just a playful way of getting along.

An Ting didn't pay much attention to her way of speaking, and asked, "Can't we just go out?"

"Hey, my sister hasn't gone out with boys for a long time. It's rare to go out on a date. Naturally, I have to prepare well."

"Talking in human terms." An Ting said angrily.

"The smell of cigarettes is too strong, I want to change clothes." While speaking, she opened the collar opening, put it in front of her nose, and sniffed.

The action of lifting the clothes was a bit rude, revealing a hint of spring, not the average junior high school student like Song Ci, but very predictable...

An Ting saw a little bit of spring, anyway, it was not the first time he saw it, and he didn't pay much attention, so he said helplessly, "Be careful in front of me, I'm not a child."

"Yes." Gu Xueli replied.

"and also…"

"What else?"

"If you can, quit smoking."

Hearing this, Gu Xueli was silent for a while without answering.

Gu Xueli is a very depressed person. Smoking, drinking, music and the Internet are the keynotes of her life. Otherwise, she should spend some time dressing herself up like a gorgeous poppy flower.

Looking for change in the day-to-day, unchanging life, it is like a drowning person, unable to cry for help, and once he calls for help, he will only choke on more water.

An Ting was a little worried about the woman's condition, so he went upstairs with her.

Although it is his own place, Anting seldom goes up to the fourth and fifth floors, and all the people who live here are outsiders.

At this moment, walking around again, An Ting looked at Gu Xueli's back, but suddenly remembered some memory fragments.

In the past... I seemed to come here often to play with Gu Xueli. When I was very young...

Later, for various reasons, I stopped coming up.

After a while, An Ting came to Gu Xueli's single room, one bedroom and one bathroom, the environment was average, fortunately there was a balcony facing the main road, so it was not particularly depressing.

A very messy room for a single female, with clothes on the single bed in the corner, takeaway boxes and wine bottles on the side table, and cigarette ashes on the floor.

As soon as she entered the door, Gu Xueli looked at the messy room and said casually, "Sit for a while."

"Um…"

The boy sat on the bed, watching Gu Xueli go into the bathroom to take a shower and change clothes.

The bathroom is a classic green painted iron door.

In fact, nothing can be seen, let alone any ambiguity.

About 10 minutes later, Gu Xueli changed into clean clothes and came out. Her pink hair was casually loose, a pink T-shirt + denim shorts, a pair of slippers, tattoos and jewelry.

How should I put it, she really doesn't look like a serious girl.

And Anting is the same, short-sleeved T-shirt + big pants, and slippers.

Really one type.

On the bus, many people stayed away.

The musical instrument store is located in the urban area of ​​Beicheng District. It should be the only musical instrument store in Beicheng District. The last time Gu Xueli repaired a guitar was here. The owner is a woman in her 20s, unattractive. Her full name is Su Meishan. Gu Xueli calls her Meimei, and the two seem to be familiar with each other.

Speaking of which, it was the first time An Ting saw that Gu Xueli had friends...

other than myself...

An Ting is well-known in the small town, but this is already the urban area of ​​Beicheng District, no one knows him, at least not Meimei.

She whistled, and said: "Wow, Xueli, you are really here. There has never been a man, so I found a boy."

Gu Xueli is not a little girl, so it is impossible for her to blush because of this level of jokes, but she just retorted: "Don't talk nonsense, this is my little landlord. He has just finished the high school entrance examination, so I will accompany him to buy a guitar."

"Oh." While speaking, Su Meishan waved to An Ting as a sign of friendship.

An Ting nodded as a response, but found another blind spot, and said with a smile, "Has Miss Xueli ever been in a relationship?"

This question broke Gu Xueli's defense a bit.

Before Gu Xueli could answer, Su Meishan who was on the side said first, "Well... it looks rough on the surface, but it's actually very pure. You can think about it, brother."

Gu Xueli said helplessly: "Stop talking nonsense, I am seven years older than him."

Hearing this, An Ting knew that Gu Xueli's real age was 22 or 23 years old.

Su Meishan accepted it as soon as it was good, and didn't make any more jokes.

The process of buying a guitar is not so important. The important thing is that Anting found that this musical instrument store has a fairly professional recording studio. The owner of the store named Meimei seems to be quite professional.

If it's in a band, Gu Xueli is just the guitarist and lead singer. If you really want to make a song, it's not enough to rely on these alone, and you need a more professional person.

Not only for the theme song of "secret base", but also for other purposes...

Before leaving, Anting exchanged contact information with Meimei on the grounds of after-sales service.

……

Today in 2006, in an environment where private cars are still expensive and online car-hailing cars have not yet appeared, buses run through the daily lives of countless people.

The bus era is at its peak.

City C has a very classic line, bus No. 29, which travels between the north and south urban areas, and the hometown town is one of the stops.

this moment.

As night fell, An Ting, with his newly purchased guitar on his back, took bus No. 29 back to the town with Gu Xueli. It was only half an hour's drive from downtown Beicheng District to his hometown town. The two of them sat in the disabled seat facing the car door.

There is no other meaning, it is purely that there are no people in these two positions.

Being bored at leisure, An Ting asked, "Do you seldom go out?"

Gu Xueli looked at the rapidly moving scenery in front of her, and replied casually: "Well, basically I will never leave the town, and even rarely leave your building. There is no need to leave, and there is no place to go."

"Don't you go home for the Spring Festival?"

Gu Xueli shook her head.

Gu Xueli is in a very strange stage of life.

Can't go back to my hometown, can't go far away, stuck in this small town.

I don’t go home during the holidays, because my home is far away, and it costs money to fly, and it takes a long time to take the train, which is not safe. The family asked her to save the fare and send more money home.

As for traveling to distant lands, it was almost out of the question.

For a moment, Gu Xueli's frustration leaked out...

An Ting scratched her head, this big pink-haired sister was too sad, but she was also justifiably sad.

Anting actually has a high tolerance for this kind of situation. His family is rent-collecting, like 72 tenants. The people living in his building are almost all in the same situation. Survivors are biased. After all, people from other places do not go to big cities to hang out, but to live in small towns. Basically, they have no ability.

When the bus arrived at the intersection of the town, it was actually diagonally opposite the commercial plaza. The two got off the bus. It was already past eight o'clock in the evening. Gu Xueli thought it was time to say goodbye, but Anting did not follow the routine and walked towards the steps of the commercial plaza.

"Where are you going and what are you doing?"

"Don't go, come and teach me how to play the guitar."

Firstly, he couldn’t bear to watch this frustrated big sister go back alone, and secondly, he really needed a master to take him with him. It was so old that he couldn’t remember how to play the guitar at all.

Gu Xueli did not refuse, "Oh..."

Since the commercial square is called a square, it means that there is a large open space and a step.

On Midsummer Eve, many people like to sit and chat here.

An Ting and Gu Xueli found a corner where no one was nearby. The latter only had light in her eyes when she was playing music. She showed great enthusiasm for guiding An Ting.

"I didn't expect him to be such a good teacher." An Ting was a little surprised.

Gu Xueli did not answer directly, An Ting taught her when she was a child, and it was her turn to teach An Ting when she grew up, which really made her feel very interesting.

When studying, An Ting himself was a little surprised. This body really still has a certain amount of muscle memory. After a few simple attempts, it is very smooth.

Since his rebirth, An Ting has always had a song he wanted to hear - "See you again", which fits his mood of seeing those who passed away again.

Although I can't remember so many songs, I still remember a small part clearly.

This is one of them.

Just at this moment, the guitar was in hand, and I pretended to play it. The first few notes were correct, but the latter was messed up.

Gu Xueli on the side was amazed for a while, but then thought it was just a coincidence.

An Ting smiled awkwardly, and said: "I have to practice again, it's too unfamiliar."

Rebirth is not a panacea, where you should study, you still need to spend time and work hard.

"Ah."

Gu Xueli became interested, took An Ting's guitar, closed her seductive eyes, and casually played a skewer. An Ting's judgment was correct. Gu Xueli did not have much talent and was not good at creating, but her imitation was top-notch.

Under the night, Gu Xueli sat on the steps of the square, immersed in the world of music. Under the reflection of the moonlight and city street lights, when the wind blew, her pink hair fluttered with the wind, like a cherry tree, and her fingers with pink nail polish danced on the guitar, like scattered cherry blossoms.

Sure enough, it's not poppies. Flowers.

(End of this chapter)