I sat upright and played it one by one. Every time I heard it, I was not satisfied with it, and I couldn't compare with the ones played on the radio. Only then did I realize that the piano sounds good, but it is difficult to practice.
I asked, "Teacher Meng, is there something wrong? Why do I play so badly?"
Meng Lan smiled and said, "It's strange that you play the first time you play it nicely! If you find that something is wrong, it means you are making progress. This requires practice. When I was learning the piano, I practiced for at least 3 hours a day, how many minutes did you play? Normal."
I said, "Teacher Meng, can you play a good piano piece?"
She said, "I think every piano piece is good."
I said, "Then let's play one of your favorite songs."
I said, "Then let's play one of your favorite songs."
Meng Lan signaled me to get up, she sat down, and I stood behind her.
long hair hanging down, facing the body, touching the piano bench, the light yellow sweater tightly wraps around the thin waist, and the area below the waist is stretched smoothly and roundly without a trace of wrinkles. Sitting in front of the gorgeous piano is simply an oil painting, which is so beautiful.
Meng Lan plays "Wedding in a Dream". This is my first time listening to it. It is soothing and passionate, calm and unrestrained, and I am infected.
At the end of the song, I asked her the title of the song, and she said it was "Wedding in a Dream", with a slightly sad tone.
I developed an inexplicable love and wanted to embrace her.
Time flies very quickly and it’s dark.
Looking out the window, Meng Lan said, "Do you really like music?"
I said, "Yes, and I think I am very talented."
She said, "How can I tell?"
I said, "I can sing the song on the radio three times. I never buy tapes, but I can sing a lot of songs."
She said, "Is that so? Sing any song and I will accompany you."
I said, "Can you accompany any song?"
She said, "If you don't believe me, try it?"
I said, "Just try it!"
At this time, Meng Lan and I were like good friends, without the oppression of the teacher at all.
I said, " Jacky Cheung 's " Kiss Goodbye ", is it OK?"
She smiled and said, "Do you know what kiss goodbye is?"
I remembered Li Li, the farewell on the night of winter...
I said shyly, "I know."
She looked at me with a strange look: "It seems you really know."
She has always regarded us as children, but she is not big, she is 23 years old. We should be considered the same generation, but the identities of teachers and students have created a significant gap.
Later, she said that from this moment on, she treated me as a man. The prelude of
sounded, just like the tone on the radio, but it was more pure and fresh.
I sang emotionally, recalling the little things I had with Li Li, including laughter, tears, satisfaction of gain, and pain of loss...
Soon, the sound of the piano stopped, the classroom suddenly became quiet, and we didn't say anything.
Meng Lan took a deep breath: "It sounds very nice and affectionate. It's the first time we didn't cooperate very well, but it really sang very well."
Since then, we have always sang and practiced the piano in the music classroom.
Many times Meng Lan asked me on his own initiative: "Qin Huan, let's practice together tonight?"
I said proudly: "Practice and practice!"
We looked at each other and smiled and walked away.
Music is an expression of emotion. If you express too much, emotions will definitely arise. Those who engage in art will not be able to distinguish between inside and outside the play.
What should come will always come. It is not just here today, it is always there, but you only see it today.
Meng Lan and I practice piano every now and then, and have become good friends who can talk about everything.
She asked me to call her Lan'er, but I was still a little uncomfortable with the transition from teacher to friend. I wanted to call her Sister Lan, but she disagreed and said she called her old.
One day, after school, we happily walked into the music classroom, and the two eager hearts collided again.
I sang a song "Breakup Always on Rainy Days" and sang to the ointment trough section: "You said you were going to leave for the night, the continuous rain was like this day."The piano stopped, Meng Lan looked at me foolishly, her eyes were red, and tears were about to burst. She said softly: "You sing my heart trembles! "
She slowly got up, approached me, walked around my neck with both hands, and gently pulled me closer to her lips.
Two hot lips quickly put on me, and I was sucked and couldn't move.
At that moment, my head was empty, but my body was hot.
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M We forgot time and space, as if the classroom does not exist, the school does not exist, and even the sky and the earth no longer exist. We turned into a wisp of blue smoke and lived in this endless smoke wave, transforming the body and soul, small as inside, large as outside, and disappearing without a trace.
It turns out that kissing is so wonderful, this is my first kiss in the true sense.
is like eating mustard , the pleasure swept across the body and spread. Blasted open, every pore sprayed flames outward, melting us instantly.
Lan'er crossed his hands behind my neck, hooked me up and slowly moved to the side of the piano step by step, freed up one hand to gently cover the cover, sat on it, crossed his feet behind me, crossed my Pigu, I had nowhere to escape.
Lan'er always held the initiative, luring the enemy into deep step by step, and caught the turtle in the jar...
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After the tide rises and falls, the whole classroom is quiet again. Lan'er is tidying up her clothes behind the piano. I sit on the piano stool and recall the scene just now, which is exciting, enjoyable, crazy, exciting, endless aftertaste, so beautiful.
I still want it.
I came behind Lan'er and hugged her.
Lan'er twisted: "Stop messing around, I just put it on. "
I pressed against her buttocks, imitating her, and twisted my body: "Would you do it again?" ”
She hurriedly pushed me away: “No! I just made a very serious mistake, and we can't do this again in the future. "
After saying that, she walked out of the classroom, and the rushing ding dong quickly disappeared at the end of the corridor.
I was left alone in the classroom.
Seeing this, you may ask, are women so rational? In fact, this is not called rationality. Whether it is a man or a woman, they will be bound by the eyes of others. Few people can live out their true self. There are too many things to worry about. Who makes us all ordinary people?
I look forward to music classes every day, and other classes are listless. When Lan'er comes, I get extremely excited.
Every time I touch my gaze, she will turn to the side. I scanned back and forth on her like a flashlight, comparing everything she saw that night, I didn't hear a word.
After class, she hurried out of the classroom, I followed to the office, and there were other teachers. I pretended to ask her questions, and while no one was paying attention, I lowered my voice: "After school, I will wait for you in the music classroom. "
After school, Lan'er came. She was afraid that I would always go to the office to find her, and others would suspect her.
After we entered the classroom, she locked the door. I hugged her anxiously, and she pushed me away and said, "Don't make trouble, we can't do this! I'm here today to explain it to you clearly. ”
I said: “Why? ”
She said: “I am a teacher and you are a student, so you will be scolded by others. ”
I said, “If I were not a student, would it be fine? ”
She said, “That’s not OK, I’m 7 years older than you. ”
I said, “So what, I’m not 70 years older. ”
She said, “That won’t work either. ”
I said, “I just like you. I don’t care so much. I have not been in class these days, but I get excited as soon as I see you. ”
She said: “By the way, why do you always stare at me in class? "
I said with a smile: "Because you look good, because I can see things that others can't see! ”
She said angrily: “What can’t others see? ”
I said with a wicked smile: “The one under the clothes."
Lan'er came up and hit my chest with her little fist.
Forgot to explain that I was already 1.70 meters tall in my first year of high school. Lan'er looks about 1.62 meters tall. She should be 1.65 meters tall in high heels. School does not allow her to wear very high heels, and she doesn't like too high.
I took the opportunity to grab her hand and put it on my chest: "I think about you every day, especially the things that happened that night. I remember every detail that you can't erase. "
She struggled twice, couldn't move, so she gave up, and said shyly and angrily: "Why remember so clearly? No exams! ”
I said, “You can take the exam now and see how many points I can get? ”
said, I started the attack.
