The Yahe City Cultural Palace is located in the south of Yahe City. In 1993, before the city was developed, this area was basically the southern edge of Yahe City. Just one kilometer south would have taken you out of the urban area and into the rural-urban fringe.
The Yahe Cultural Palace is a circular, four-story building that stands out prominently among a cluster of single-story houses.
After entering the Cultural Palace, Liang Liang inquired and was told that the drum and music troupe was on the fourth floor.
When Liang Liang arrived on the fourth floor, he could hear a burst of rapid drumming from afar.
It sounded like a performance of thirty-second notes, with drumbeats as dense as rain.
My initial estimate is that my hand speed is around 200.
If someone can hit the classic moves steadily and accurately under these surgical conditions, they've basically entered the ranks of experts.
As Liang Liang followed the sound of the drums, the drumbeats slowed down and turned into a performance of eighth notes, with a clear rhythm and the bass drum being played very clearly.
This is a very catchy drumbeat. When your brain hears a drumbeat rhythm that suits you, it will involuntarily and automatically search for the source of the sound.
Liang Liang was thus led to a window.
This is a classroom. There is a black drum set on the podium. Judging from the sound of the drum, it should be a cheap drum set worth no more than three thousand yuan. However, the drummer produced a sound that did not match its price.
The drummer was a girl, she looked to be around twenty years old, and she was pretty!
To describe it using terms from ancient books, it would be something like willow-leaf eyebrows, so beautiful that it would make the moon hide its face and flowers blush with shame.
Her body trembled rhythmically, somewhat like the spring-like steps of the soldiers during the C County military parade, which was quite comical.
Her ponytail swung back and forth behind her head, her chest...
Holy crap!
Liang Liang blurted out something without thinking.
An ancient poem involuntarily came to mind: "Jagged rocks pierce the sky, surging waves crash against the shore, rolling up thousands of piles of snow, the landscape is like a painting, how many heroes have emerged in this era..." He drooled.
There are quite a few people in this class, and almost all of them are boys.
Are these heroes here to learn how to play the drums or just to drool over them?
Liang Liang glanced at the direction these heroes were looking, and their destinations were twofold: one was the drummer's face, and the other was the place where the sea was churning.
The cymbals only partially obscured the view of the surging waves, making it difficult to see clearly, but this added a sense of depth and a hazy beauty.
Indeed, there isn't a single good man in the world, including Liang Liang himself.
He watched it with great interest, and even made a wicked comparison with Qin Wenju's.
The conclusion is that Qin Wenju is slightly inferior.
The drummer must be Xiao Yu.
You can tell she's had at least seven or eight years of experience playing the drums; otherwise, she couldn't have reached this level.
There weren't many people learning drums in the 1990s, especially since she was a girl. Most likely, she came from a family with a long tradition in drumming, and one of her parents was probably a drummer.
Liang Liang was lost in thought when she glanced sideways and noticed a boy by the window sketching a drummer at a table.
However, the painter's skill was insufficient; he depicted the drummer in a rather peculiar way, somewhat resembling the sea-patrolling yaksha from Nezha's Conquest of the Dragon King, and he even drew the two drumsticks as forks.
Are you here to be the comedian?
Liang Liang couldn't help but laugh.
As fate would have it, the drummer happened to see his eerie smile.
The drumming stopped.
"The one who's laughing, get out!" The drummer pointed his drumstick at Liang Liang.
Liang Liang was completely bewildered. Go out? Go where?
Liang Liang pointed to his own nose: "Are you talking about me?"
"Yes, I'm talking about you."
Oh no, this pretty girl's brain must have been scrambled by the drumming.
"Sis! I'm already outside! If I go out again, I'll fall off the building."
Xiao Yu was stunned, only then realizing that the handsome guy outside the window wasn't in the classroom. She had a big hunch!
Xiao Yu suddenly laughed, a laugh that made the sky lose its color and the earth tremble.
Damn it, I can tolerate your huge breasts, but what's with this mesmerizing laugh?
Could it be that she's trying to seduce me so I can inherit her estate?
The key issue is that he has no inheritance now.
"Come in!"
"What are you doing?"
If going out doesn't work, then going in is. What's the point of all this going in and out?
"Come in when I tell you to."
The two boys by the window glared at Liang Liang: "Just come in when the teacher tells you to. Why are you talking so much nonsense?"
There were so many sycophants; almost everyone in the classroom gave him the cold shoulder.
After thinking for a moment, Liang Liang went into the classroom and came to Xiao Yu's drum set.
"What did you mean by laughing just now? Were you laughing at my poor playing style?"
Liang Liang was stunned. Was this some kind of terminal narcissism? Was laughing like that even illegal?
"Sis! I wasn't laughing at you!"
"You stood in front of my classroom window and laughed, and then you say you weren't laughing at me? Then who were you laughing at?"
"sister…"
"Who are you calling 'sister'? I'm only eighteen."
"Hehe! Sorry, I'm only seventeen, really seventeen. You can check my ID card if you don't believe me."
"Why would I look at your ID card? Tell me what you were laughing about just now? Your shifty smile means you're up to no good."
"Sis! Are you the president of the Argumentative Association? Aren't you just arguing for the sake of arguing? Can't I even smile when I pass by your classroom? Would you believe me if I said I was smiling because you're pretty?"
Although Xiao Yu had a stern face, the corners of her mouth unconsciously curved slightly.
"You're glib and obviously not a good person. Okay, you can go now."
Liang Liang didn't leave.
Xiao Yu, picking up the drumsticks again, was somewhat surprised: "Didn't I tell you to leave? What are you still doing standing here?"
"Sis! Is your name Xiao Yu?"
"What are you doing?"
"I came here to find you."
"Looking for me? I don't think I know you."
Has another suitor arrived? She's been annoyed by these suitors all day long.
"My name is Liang Liang, and now we've met."
"I'm in class now. We can talk after class."
"That's fine, I'll wait for you outside."
Liang Liang walked out of the classroom and leaned against the corridor railing to wait for Xiao Yu to finish class.
Liang Liang didn't have to wait long; if he smoked, Xiao Yu would finish class in about the time it takes to smoke two cigarettes.
But strangely, Xiao Yu walked right past him after coming out of the classroom.
What's going on?
Liang Liang quickly chased after her: "Sister Xiao Yu! I'm here!"
Xiao Yu turned around and glanced at Liang Liang: "Who are you?"
"Ah! You don't remember me?" Liang Liang asked blankly.
"I don't know him!"
Liang Liang leaned close to Xiao Yu and stared at her head for a long time.
Hey! What are you looking at?
Liang Liang seemed to be talking to himself: "It doesn't have pig ears, so why does it look like a pig's head?"
Xiao Yu chuckled: "Who are you calling a pig's head?"
"Who else could it be? We were chatting happily just ten minutes ago, and now we don't even recognize each other. In my memory, pigs' memories seem to last only ten minutes."
"You're no good person. Tell me! What do you want from me?"
“I started a band and we were short of a drummer. A guy named Liu Yuyong introduced me to you.”
This time, Liang Liang was concise and to the point, making his meaning clear in just a few sentences.
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