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Chapter Fourteen Blow a Song

The other party caught it with one hand, opened the chain with a joke, and made a move to take out things. "Rat, then I really looked at it! Hey, there won't be anything shameful to you on your phone."

Quan Hao looked contemptuous. "Who did you use my phone to watch pornographic movies last week? Now I think about it and ask me, are you a bitch? Is this a bitch? "

"Hey, I really forgot if you don't say it." Luo Quanyu didn't care at all when he was exposed. Instead, he teased. "But I want to criticize you. Your 16G flash memory is obviously not enough. It's time to upgrade. Let me see..." As he said that, he took out a black phone from his bag. He was stunned. This was obviously not the one he knew. "What's wrong, Mouse, where is your original phone? Is it broken?"

"Well, it's broken!" Quan Hao was depressed. He had taken the repair point to repair the mobile phone with water. As a result, the staff told him that he had been repairing for seven years and had never seen such a broken mobile phone. From the motherboard to the CPU to the camera and even the mobile phone card, there was no one that could be used and could not be repaired. He was curious about what he had to do with his mobile phone and could get it to this point.

Quan Hao couldn't say anything, so he could only leave in disappointment. His work was inseparable from his mobile phone, so he could only buy a second mobile phone first, and even the card was reissued with his ID card.

Luo Quanyu opened his phone and looked at it in a pretentious manner, then put it back. As for the jokes about checking the phone, he didn't take it seriously. Instead, he was interested in another thing in his bag. "Mouse, I took out my phone and found out what is the hard thing in your bag. Can you take it out and see?"

"Oh." Quan Hao was stunned, and then guessed what the other party had touched. "I'm playing with a harmonica."

Luo Quanyu took it out and saw it was true. "You have never told us that you can play the harmonica." He took it under the lamp and sang it twice. "This harmonica has been around for many years."

Quan Hao nodded. "Well, I'll do it long ago. I haven't blown for a long time. One day, I took it out from under the box and picked it up again."

Chen Youshan became interested when he heard this and straightened his waist. "That's not right. Let's hear it, it's boring to sit like this."

Luo Quanyu has always been worried about the atmosphere at the table. Brother Shan needs someone to accompany him, but the current occasion is depressing, and the chat is not suitable for chatting. The jokes are messy, so it is not suitable for four people to drink. He also thinks this idea is good. He smiled and handed over the harmonica. "I agree, it turns out that you have hidden a mouse."

Brother Shan followed closely. "Yes, how are you bragging? Isn't it used to hook up with girls in college?"

Quan Hao grinned. "Not really. Nowadays, the university is the world of piano and piano. Do you want to hook girls with a harmonica?" This was his sad thing back then, and he didn't want to say much. "But be careful, the one who used to play harmonica in our dormitory has always been as far away as I hide."

Brother Shan doesn't believe it. "You can play your harmonica worse than playing cotton."

Quan Hao was not pretentious. After thinking for a while, he put the harmonica to his mouth and did not forget to remind him. "I am not familiar with this song. I have been practicing it recently, but I am always unsatisfied. If you hear any problems, tell me."

The long music started to sound.

Zhao Lin rarely raised his head and looked around with a little confusion.

One minute later, Brother Shan lit a cigarette.

The long and melodious melody reverberated in the small private room. A few people listened quietly, and no one made a sound. The noise that occasionally squeezed in through the crack in the door never seemed so harsh.

About twelve minutes later, Quan Hao was a little breathing. He felt it was difficult to blow it down, so he blew the ending sound at the end of the section. He was not satisfied with it, and heard several noises, and paused twice in the middle. Moreover, the ** part was not well handled and it seemed a little messy.

The song itself is still in an unfinished state. Compared with the original version, the harmonica version is always a bit worse. He is still modifying it intermittently, but it is always unsatisfactory. The lack of expressiveness of the harmonica itself is one aspect, but even if this reason is ignored, there is still a gap in the grade of the version he compiled. He summarized that one is that he lacks his music theory knowledge and perhaps emotional investment. If he had not been called to drink temporarily, he originally wanted to go to the quiet place by the lake in the park after dinner to find the feeling.

Only then did Quan Hao pay attention to the others. He found that the few were sitting fixedly, as if they were still waiting for him to continue. The small private room was quiet for a while.

"Uh, it's over?" Chen Youshan came to his senses and quickly stepped on the cigarette butt that was about to burn his hands. He was still savoring the taste. To be honest, this song touched him, as if it was blown to the heart. But if you want to talk about it in detail, he couldn't say it. He could only summarize it in a nutshell: "It's pretty, this song is sad."

Luo Quanyu was gritting his teeth and thinking. Among the four people, he liked to listen to music the most. Although most of them were popular songs, he thought he had some musical literacy. He was sure that this song was the first time he heard it. "Indeed, what is the name of the song?"

Quan Hao hesitated for a moment, and the look of remembrance flashed across his face. "It's called "The Elegy of the Streamlight" for the time being."

"What does it mean for the time being? Damn, did you do it?" Luo Quanyu didn't think he was wrong and stood up immediately. It was too incredible, and it felt like the sanitation master on the road suddenly told you one day that he was an agent 007.

"That's right." A voice that was uncertain. Quan Hao really intended to spread the song on earth so that those people could be remembered in another way. So he kept practicing. But to pretend to be the author's name, he couldn't overcome the hurdle in his heart.

This answer is obviously not satisfactory. Brother Shan especially looked even more serious. "How can it be considered? This joke cannot be made. It's yours. If it's not, don't get involved. The copyright lawsuit is not a joke. Mouse, you have already thought about it!"

Quan Hao could only nod his head with his teeth. "Yes, I did it!"

Luo Quanyu was waiting for this sentence and slapped his thighs exaggeratedly. "Really, I didn't expect that there was a musician among my friends, Luo, who burned the incense and burned the incense. Come and sign the signature." He pretended to be trembling, but he gradually stopped talking. "But I said, rat, you have to keep working hard. You think, I finally had a powerful friend, and I will definitely have to brag with my wives in the future. You said that if my wife has never heard of it, that would be so embarrassing? Also, we have such a strong relationship, so it is natural to help each other, right? I don't point you at the right time. Just ask for something. If you have the opportunity to have an unspoken rule in the future, you can't be busy. Remember to call me, brothers will be on call."

"Get out!" Quan Hao laughed and threw the signature book back. "Why don't you die!"

"Let me see what I wrote?" Luo Quanyu knew that Quan Hao must have not written a good thing. He held the signature book in his hand and said, "Rati to radish." Then he corrected it seriously. "Rati, you wrote it wrong. You should remove it and replace it with chewing it. "

Quan Hao stretched out his hand lazily. "Change me and I."

"No, it's so boring to change." I didn't even look at it and threw the notebook into my bag, took out my phone and started fiddling with it. "Mouse, blow the song just now and I'll pass it on to the video website."
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