Chapter 10 ten

The disco in the composition class was played loudly.All the students gathered here to celebrate the end of the exam.Drunkenly, Sensen approached Li Ming and said that he recently discovered a new speaker called "Primitive Tension Type 4". "Primitive Tension Type Four?" "It is to stack all possible powerful sound patterns together and divide them into forty-eight voices, which can also be turned into polyphony." Sensen said, spitting and flying, waving his hands and feet, and his erect hair trembled.Li Ming said while drinking beer, "Please, let me finish listening to this disco." "Cat" suddenly jumped over, grabbed Sensen by the collar of his neck, and dragged him into the dancing line .

"What kind of music is this? What kind of music is this?" The little man fidgeted a little. "Are you talking about Sensen or Disco?" The little man didn't answer, just gulped down his beer. Sensen twisted his body like a primitive man.Meng Ye looked for an opportunity to do a handstand while jumping.None of them kept the time, sometimes faster than the time, sometimes slower, sometimes making their steps half-beat to the music.They writhed frantically as if no one was there, panting and sweating.Suddenly, "Mangdao" appeared between the two of them. As soon as she appeared, the audience applauded, because she dressed herself like an African native, and stepped on the rhythm precisely, so that the dancing posture of the three of them melted into one. One.

"Hey!" Nie Feng and the boys and girls from the orchestra department suddenly barged in. "Ula!" The eyes of the composition department lit up.The girls from the Orchestra Department were all dazzling, and each of them held a score written by the Composition Department in their hands. "Your scores are so difficult." "I won't do it again." "Damn it." "But it's exciting!" They threw the scores on the floor, and they danced around them.The boy in the orchestra department held the brass pipe, and Nie Feng waved his hand. Suddenly, an earth-shattering chord made everyone in the room miserable.When the sound was over, the trombonist said to Sensen regretfully, "I'm sorry, we didn't play as hard as you wanted." "Cat" jumped over and shouted at Sensen, "Everything you write is like stinky shit. I’ve never heard such a nasty sound in my life, it’s so disgusting! If you become a string, I’ll break it!” Sensen said while jumping, “Why, why!” The score laughed.Meng Ye was lying on the ground, covering himself with the sheet music.

The little guy was still gurgling beer. "You drank too much." Li Ming reminded him. "You'd better leave me alone." "You fool." "You slob." "Okay, you can drink." Li Ming brought him another bottle of beer. Meng Ye hasn't moved since lying under the sheet music, the outside world has nothing to do with him, if anyone flips the sheet music, he will curse: "Get lost, stinky pig!" Then no one pays attention to him.He closed his eyes and listened to the loud disco, the dancers kicked up the dust, and the floor shook with the rhythm.He suddenly felt annoyed that he had to go see his girlfriend.

She was two years older than him, a nervous and hysterical woman.Perhaps because of this particular quality, she excelled in literary writing and attended a liberal arts university.I don't know which one of them admired the other more, so that they hit it off and swore to "grow old forever".She likes drama and wants to pursue drama in everything.For example, when she watched a romance movie, it wasn't enough to cry in the movie theater. After leaving the movie theater, she shrugged her shoulders and imitated the heroine's walk in the movie, and she had to be intoxicated by the atmosphere of the heroine all day long.At that time, if you had a word with her, I guarantee that you will get over your anger.

"Are you hungry?" Meng Ye asked her. "Why? Why??!" She shrugged her shoulders, raised her eyebrows, and her eyes showed despair. Meng Ye had no choice but to recite the score in his heart. If she is at Meng Ye's concert, she will have to move around, stand out, and be as busy as an usher who enters the ticket.If she is at a class reunion, she will have to talk endlessly, making the students of the composition department hate themselves for being uneducated.If she smiles, she must keep her eyes wide open so that her eyes don't shrink down with muscle twitches.If she is sitting, as long as she is not in class, she must twist her legs to one side, make her body lie on her side, and show her lines.

All in all, she was a remarkable woman, a wit.I can recite from the Book of Songs all the way to Guo Moruo, and I am still going on.She couldn't bear the fact that Meng Ye danced and took pictures with "Mu Dao" easily, with such a simple-minded thing. "You love her?" "No." "You love her." "No." "You love her!" "I'm not." "The world is so dark, people are so frivolous, you love her but you don't admit it, despicable, despicable, despicable, despicable." She cut up the photo with scissors and threw it down the toilet.

She likes to use scissors as a tool, it can destroy anything in a short time.Manuscripts that I don't like, love letters from men, newly made dresses, film that hasn't been developed yet... Meng Ye wanted to faint every time he saw her shivering and destroying everything with shiny scissors.Cutting and cutting, she has changed from anger to a kind of dedicated work, and when she finally looks at a pile of debris, she becomes proud.When Meng Ye thought that maybe one day he would be cut like this by scissors one by one, and when he thought of the expression that might appear on her face when he was cut, he really wanted to faint.

"The remaining rain is harvested from the far shore, and the residual rain can feel the evening in the river. Pick up the silence of the people in Cuitingzhou, and stand in pairs of herons." When they traveled together, she held his arm tightly and rested her head on his shoulder. "I just broke my heart, and it's so painful..." She raised her eyes to look at Meng Ye, who was looking into the distance in confusion. "When will we see you again? On the sleeves, there are tears in the air..." She looked at Meng Ye again, and Meng Ye was still looking into the distance. "Let's get married." She whispered into Meng Ye's ear.

"What did you say?" Meng Ye seemed taken aback. "You really didn't hear?" "I really didn't hear that." Meng Ye looked honest. "Then what are you thinking?" "I'm thinking that my recent works are not satisfying me anymore, and I have to abandon that technique in the next work." "Huh? You were thinking about this? You love music more than me. I hate your music! Hate your music!" She tore her schoolbag with her hands. Someone is uncovering the music paper again. "Meng Ye is thinking about that—a writer?"

"Music, music, louder." "The music never stops." "Music-music-music-" "Let's drink again." "Music-music-music-" "cheers!" "Music-music-music-"