When the school bell rang, before Li Qian could leave, Teacher Qi Jie had already called him, "Li Qian, come to my office after school."

Amidst the laughter, the students returned to their homes happily, so Li Qian had to follow Teacher Qi to her office.

A black tumbler skirt with three-pointers on the knees, well-proportioned and slender calves, delicate ankles, flesh-colored stockings, tied high-heeled sandals... Just before Li Qian, step by step, neither too fast nor too slow.

Elegant as a cat and sexy as a fox.

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

Li Qian's head was hanging down very low, and his attitude was extremely sincere, saying, "Teacher, I was wrong."

"Wrong? Just wrong and you'll be finished?"

Li Qian was silent.

Looking back now, he felt that he seemed to be a little lustful at that time in class. Although this era seemed to be in love and marriage, respecting teachers and valuing this point is definitely more deeply rooted in people's hearts than in the previous life. He openly teased the young female teacher in front of so many people in class. This...

Seeing that he didn't say anything, Teacher Qi said, "Why are you talking so strange? Ah? What's going on between Wang Jinglu and you? Are you in love? Whether you are in love or not, the teacher doesn't care about whether you get married or not in the future, but you can't convey love in my class, right? You always make you laugh. How can you tell other students to calm down and study?"

Well, she didn't seem to mention teasing the female teacher at all?

But if you think about it carefully, it is true that in the eyes of adults, a 17-year-old boy joked, at best, a joke to express his admiration, but it really doesn't rely on the word "flirting".

To put it simply, you are a 17-year-old brat, you know how to tease or not!

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

"I know you're wrong? Well, just know you're wrong!"

Teacher Qi unscrewed the pink thermos and drank water, saying, "There are no other teachers who have any requirements, and I don't plan to punish you for this matter. That is, can your grades be better?"

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

Teacher Qi said, "Look at you, such a smart child. Just open your mouth when you are so stupid. The teacher still remembers that when you first entered the first year of high school, you were still in the top ten in the class. But look at the forty-five people in the class now, you rank 43rd in the class! The teacher knows that you are good at Chinese, and you have always been good, but Chinese is not good at Chinese. Is it good to work hard in other classes in the future?"

What else can I say? Li Qian could only nod and said, "Okay!"

Teacher Qi thought for a while and said, "In this way, in my Chinese class, what do you like to do, and what subject you like to study, is it good? As long as you don't disturb my classroom order and don't sleep, you can learn mathematics, English, and Russian at will. I won't say anything else, it depends on your Chinese grades, but you can only take 30 or 40 points in English and Russian. I know that you must not be careful. These language subjects are interconnected. If you put in a little effort, you won't get a little score..."

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

He played guitar for more than 20 years in his previous life, such as classical guitar, flamenco guitar, electric guitar, Hawaiian guitar, Pique guitar, etc. None of them are not skilled, let alone a folk guitar that costs 100 yuan?

He quickly changed into a new string and began to tune.

When tuning guitar, novices need to use the piano to determine the sound, but Li Qian doesn't have to, and the pitch is in his mind.

Thankfully, although this is a guitar that has been thrown under the bed for at least ten years, the building, on the third floor, is not wet, so the speaker and resonance of this guitar are almost completely unaffected.

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Listening to the hammer and sticks in the room, Li Qian's father Li Shuwen knocked on the door curiously, then pushed the door and pointed his head in, "What's wrong? Why do you remember to touch the guitar again?"

Li Qian raised the guitar, and he felt that he hadn't been so excited to add a piece in his two lives. "I went to buy a new string after school in the afternoon. I just changed it. Dad, I wrote a song and sang it to you?"

Li's father looked disbelief, "You studied for three days ten years ago. I remember that your head was like a rattle, saying that you were not willing to learn anything. In the past ten years, will you change the strings by yourself? You still write your own songs?"

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

Dad Li waved directly, "Come on, come here to show my dad the manuscript. Your talent, please keep it back and deceive the little girl!"

Li Qian asked: "Manuscript? Is it your tree?"

Li’s father was a little unhappy when he heard this, “What do you mean by my tree? You guy knows it. My essay is called “Hometown Yellow Flower”. It’s just finished. Come on, come on, let’s give my dad some advice.”

Li Qian said, "If you don't read it, 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 and come later?" Li's father was a reasonable person, and hesitated for a moment. He felt that he still needed his son to give some serious suggestions after reading it, so he decided to fool his son's energy first. So he said, "Okay, sing, dad, listen!"

Li Qian cleared his throat excitedly, and finally tried the strings to make sure the pitch was fine. Then he thought that with Comrade Li's age and his senior literary heart, he probably would have to frown into terraces if he made "My Territory" and "Little Apple". However, songs that are too classical, such as "Love Resentment" by Lord Liu Huan, and Beijing-style opera style, obviously shouldn't be written by himself now.

After a moment of pondering, Li Qian made up his mind, so the crisp and soft guitar sound began decisively with the jingling in the kitchen and the humming sound of the range hood-

"When the petals leave the flowers, the faint fragrance remains,

The fragrance fades after the wind and rain, no one comes to smell it.

If love tells me to go on,

I will fight to the end of love.

If the heart dies in the brilliance,

Love will be reborn in the ashes.

Unforgettable lingering whispers,

I pay tribute to me with your smile.

Let the heart die in the brilliance,

Let love be reborn in the ashes.

The fire burned the grass marks,

Look at another year of spring breeze.”

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Songs are definitely good songs, and they are the kind of masterpieces that may not be able to produce a single song in the entire music circle for a year. In addition, Li Qian's guitar arrangement is quite accurate, and Li Qian's voice is much more powerful than in his previous life. Although he has never practiced it, his breath is definitely weak, but he can't resist Li Qian's ability to use it. Some small high notes, real and false sounds can almost be converted, and it gives enough flavor without much effort, so the whole song feels very good.

Although with Li Qian's current strength, he is definitely incomparable to the soft and affectionate voice of the original singer, it will definitely be enough to fool him into a room after taking a KTV.

Although the first performance in this life is still far from perfection, Li Qian was particularly devoted and affectionate. After a while, he opened his eyes before looking at Comrade Old Li with a little nervousness and asked, "Dad, how about it?"

Dad Li seemed to be still savoring it, and he was stunned for a moment before saying, "Is this... you wrote it?"

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

Dad Li stumbled for a moment, 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 entangled expression.

Li Qian stared at him with wide eyes.

Dad Li simply walked into the house, pulled Li Qian's computer chair and sat down. After thinking about it, he said seriously: "Xiaoqian, Dad tells you, this person is short and good. What is the most important thing for a person? It is to find out and play to his strengths. This principle... do you know?"

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

Li’s face was a little embarrassed, and he rubbed his hands and said, “No, I mean, he… Hi, I mean, you have no need to sing or something if you want to chase girls!”

Li Qian was even more confused and stared at his father with wide eyes, looking confused.

Dad Li frowned and said, "I mean... For example, you think your mother was beautiful back then? In the words of your children now, that's also at the level of school beauties. Don't look at her now as a housewife, she looked so beautiful back then! Alas, let's not say anything else, look in the mirror yourself, your face looks more like her. And she is not only good-looking, but also reciting, singing, acting, hosting, they are all good players, but they are all literary and artistic models of our school every year, which is amazing! But what about your father and me? They are not ugly, they are just an ordinary person, and they can't get enough of two taels of artistic cells all over their body, but what's the final result? Isn't your mother chasing me?"

"Oh!" This was the first time Li Qian heard his father talk about revolutionary history. He suddenly had two eyes lit up and sat on the bed. He didn't care about Wen Ge's affairs, so he asked quickly: "Then tell me, how did you attract my mother back then?"

Li's father thrust his waist and his eyebrows almost flew up, "Nothing else, we guys are so good at writing this song! He can hum a few words by himself, but can the novel be written by a person? Yes, it is not easy to sing well, but she can compare to us who directly turned the novel into lead type, and can she get a lot of royalties? You said, if I didn't write a novel back then, I just held the guitar and sang to your mother, would she like me?"

Li Qian smacked his lips and began to reminisce. But it was a little tangled here, and he was a little unsure.

After thinking about it, he said, "It turns out that what you mean is that instead of singing, I might as well focus on writing a love poem or something, right? You... mean that, right?"

Li's father slapped his thighs and came over, pointing his finger at the direction of the Wang family opposite, and whispered, "Actually, it's nothing you can sing, but the problem is that both sisters from the other side do this. You said that you should sing the song as your own. Can you not expose it in the future? Then, how embarrassing it?"

really!

The old man took such a big effort and took such a big turn, and it really fell here!

He thought his song was copied!

And once he thought he was plagiarized, the old man automatically completed all the plots: he wanted to impress Wang Jinglu, so he copied a song to prepare to say that it was written by himself!

The old literary youth's thoughts are indeed confusing!

But the question is, am I that two of me?

Li Qian opened his mouth and wanted to defend something, but... he scratched his head again, suddenly not knowing what to say.

To be honest, in this world, he could say with confidence that this song was written by me. But, but, but...

Dad Li was very proud at this moment. He thought that his education for his son was timely and successful. He suddenly felt that his father was full of love and that his father was so accomplished. He stood up directly, and even forgot to pull his son to read the manuscript, and then left. Before leaving the door, he felt something was missing, so he turned around and turned around and turned around, "By the way, you sang it 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 "An Xiang".

Dad Li didn't see the little bit of his son's tangled thoughts, and just nodded, "This name is good, it's quite good! Well, especially this word, it's written in artistic conception!"

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

Is it true that people with bottom lines suffer?

When facing his father's doubts, he actually felt that if Qiangli said that this song was originally written by him, he would definitely blush... No wonder he had done so miserably in his previous life!

Too thin-skinned!

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

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

Thinking of this, my eyes suddenly became clear.

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

One song after another, with lyrics and songs, and even some of his arrangements were recorded. For a semi-professional songwriter and an amateur singer who had been in the music industry for more than ten years, this matter is really simple. It is no exaggeration to say that at least hundreds or thousands of finished songs he could remember in his mind. If there is a trigger for the scene, he could think of more at any time.

He was writing quickly when his phone suddenly vibrated twice.

I took my phone and glanced at it. It was a text message, which was sent by Wang Jinglu. I clicked it and saw that it was indeed blank again.

Li Qian put down his pen and thought of his extremely beautiful little face, and his emotions suddenly became a little complicated.

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In the living room, he saw his son say he would go out and open the door and go out. After the door was closed, Li's father proudly touched Li's mother with his elbow, "I saved my son just now! Otherwise, he would have to lose his lord this time, and he might have to break up!"

Li's mother looked back at him in a hurry. She was just focusing on the TV series. She didn't hear what Li's father said at all. She caught a glimpse of his erotic look and pushed him away, "Stop making trouble, watch TV, wait in the middle of the night later. What if my son comes back halfway? You're shameless!"

Dad Li's face instantly showed a constipation-like expression.
Chapter completed!