Recast youth

Chapter 88
It turns out.

Professionals are indeed not comparable to amateurs. After Ye Feng sang a few lines a cappella, Kong Jingke had roughly composed the music and marked it in his notebook for Ye Feng.

"You're so awesome." Ye Feng looked at the guitar tabs on his notebook and couldn't help but say.

Kong Jingke just raised his head, showed his beautiful face, and said calmly: "It's nothing. Playing the guitar in the end is meant to deviate from the score, and many people can do it."

"Anyway, I really think it's amazing." Ye Feng said sincerely. He had been tortured by this score for a week. Without Kong Jingke's help, he didn't know how much more time it would take.

"Practice first."

Kong Jingke said lightly, then she played and Ye Feng sang.

After a few times.

At first, Ye Feng played and sang by himself, but the effect was naturally terrible. His brain couldn't keep up at all. He had to look at the tablature and the strings. He was playing like an old man with Parkinson's disease, finger by finger. fiddle.

Although Ye Feng is naturally very mature mentally, he couldn't help but feel his face burning up at this moment. He glanced at Kong Jingke awkwardly: "Am I too stupid?"

"That's what beginners do."

Kong Jingke didn't mean to ridicule, he stated, and then taught Ye Feng some guitar playing skills, but the previous question resurfaced in his heart again. Did he really write this rogue song?

He obviously knows nothing about guitar, but he can write a song like that.

Gradually.

A ray of light came in from outside the window. Ye Feng was still practicing. In fact, he had been sleepy for a long time. He just wanted to help Kong Jingke in this way. He made a rough estimate based on the light coming from outside. It was probably six o'clock now. , isn’t she sleepy?

Finally, Ye Feng couldn't help it anymore, stopped what he was doing, raised his head and asked, "Are you sleepy?"

Kong Jingke also realized that Ye Feng was sleepy.

"Are you sleepy? That's it for today. If you need anything later, come back to me." Kong Jingke stood up. Either she wasn't sleepy or she was really short of money. In fact, she was better at keeping track of time than Ye Feng. To be sensitive, she would check the time almost every once in a while, especially when it was almost an hour, she was particularly nervous, for fear that Ye Feng would ask to go to bed.

Not until one hour and ten minutes passed did Kong Jingke breathe a sigh of relief, which meant he had made sixty more...

It seems that she is really short of money.

Ye Feng glanced at Kong Jingke, with a tired look on his face but he was still holding on. He thought for a while and then said: "I'm not sleepy, mainly because I'm afraid that you will be. In this way, if you can still hold on for a while, you can help me play." Play the guitar, I'll record the song, and I'll give you some money."

"Record a song?"

Kong Jingke glanced at Ye Feng in surprise, and then saw that Ye Feng took out an Aihua cassette player and understood that he was going to use the tape to record songs.

"When recording songs on tape, the sound quality will be somewhat damaged and there will be noise. If you really want to record songs, you can go to some professional recording studios." Kong Jingke reminded Ye Feng.

"It's okay, just record the general meaning." Ye Feng said nonchalantly. He originally used this to deal with Shen Yu and the others.

Seeing that Ye Feng didn't care, Kong Jingke naturally didn't say anything more. He took the guitar and she played while Ye Feng sang.

Ye Feng deliberately sang wrong several times, and then said sheepishly: "Sorry, I'm a little nervous."

Kong Jingke shook his head to indicate that it was okay.

Ye Feng thought that if he sang it wrong again, it would be a bit fake, so he pressed the record button on the Epworth tape player, and when the guitar played, he started singing seriously.Over and over again.

Ye Feng played it again and was very satisfied with the effect.

Kong Jingke just sat there, looking at Ye Feng, a little embarrassed to mention the money. However, what made her relieved was that after listening to the song, Ye Feng took the initiative to talk about the money.

"We started learning at 01:30 at night." Ye Feng looked at the time on his phone: "It's 06:30 now, exactly five hours. I should give you three hundred, right?"

Ye Feng gave the money to Kong Jingke.

Kong Jingke looked at the four hundred-yuan bills and saw that there was an extra one, so he hurriedly wanted to withdraw it.

Ye Feng took it away, stretched out, and said with a smile: "The extra one hundred can be used as the cost of listening to Flight of the Bumblebee, and you also helped me record the song. Without you, I don't know how long it will take." Before I can compose the music, I’ll go back to my room to catch up on some sleep.”

Kong Jingke hesitated, whispered thank you, and then returned to her room with a complicated mood. Her room was very simple, with a bed, a wardrobe, and nothing extra.

She sat on the bed, hugged her knees, and stared at the 400 yuan in her hand.

Kong Jingke is indeed a little breathless now because of money matters. Her mother is hospitalized for a cerebral hemorrhage, and the high daily medical expenses and nursing expenses are the straw that almost crushes her.

The money I earned from singing at nightclubs every day was posted in the hospital.

But these incomes are not stable at all. They come and go, and they don’t earn much. It can be said that they can’t make ends meet. These two days are when Kong Jingke is at the end of her rope. The money in the hospital is not bad. She has deposited [-] into her mother’s account. How many days can it last?

But the nurse aunt has been delayed in paying her salary for this month for almost a week. If she doesn't get paid today, she will resign. Then it will be a vicious circle. No one will take care of her mother, so she can only stay in the hospital to take care of her. The source of making money is To be completely cut off.

Kong Jingke has been living alone for the past two years without asking anyone she knows for help. She is cold and proud by nature and does not want to be sympathized with, pityed or given alms by others.

However, now that Kong Jingke looked at the extra 100 yuan in her hand, she still felt the feeling of being given away. She felt very sad.

Kong Jingke wiped the tears on his face, made a phone call, and discussed with the person on the phone in an almost pleading tone: "Aunt Wang, I will give you 400 yuan of this month's salary first, and you can take care of the remaining [-] yuan." Can you wait for me for a few days? I really beg you, if you don’t help me, my mother and I will really be desperate."

……

After half an hour.

Kong Jingke used the remaining money to buy a breakfast and came to the hospital. He first gave 400 yuan to the nurse Aunt Wang, said a few words of kindness, and then went to the ward. The woman lying on the bed became more and more... He was very thin, half of his body was unconscious, his speech was slurred, and he had to guess more often.

When she saw Kong Jingke, she wanted to talk to Kong Jingke.

She had to repeat a sentence several times, and it was very difficult to say it, but Kong Jingke still understood what she was going to say: "You, you go back to Yanjing, and leave mom alone. Mom doesn't want to burden you anymore."

Kong Jingke shook his head: "I will not go back. I have no home in Yanjing."

The woman sighed: "He is your father after all."

"I don't have a dad either."

Kong Jingke said it categorically.

(End of this chapter)