Chapter 9 (1/2)
Chen Wan was the first girl to enter Li Mu's room.
As a teenager, Li Mu was very shy. Before graduating from high school, he had no close contact with any girls, nor would he bring girls home. After going to college, he didn't insist on meeting his parents until working. So this was the first time that Li Mu brought girls into his room.
Li Mu's room is not big, at best about 15 square meters. There is a one meter five bed, an old desk, a bookcase with a glass door, a wardrobe, and a mahogany guitar in the hut.
The room was a little crowded, but it was very neat. Chen Wan stepped in and smelled a special light fragrance. The smell came from her, just like the smell of laundry powder washed clothes baked by the hot sun. It was very comfortable to smell.
There are several different posters on the wall, one is Corte Coburn, one is the banner poster of the Tang Dynasty Band, the most special one is a cold tone poster, on which there is a track leading to the fog, a short haired man squatting in the middle of the track, burying his face between his legs, besides, there is not a word on it.
”This poster is so strange.” Chen Wan's face was surprised. ”He didn't write. What did he come from?”
”Dou Wei's album black dream.” Li Mu Shunkou said: ”this poster was bought from a small stall. It's estimated that the pirates are irresponsible. There are four words of Dou Wei's black dream on the original. This one is not taken.”
In this era, Li Mu is still a super music lover. He likes pop music and rock. He loves Michael Jackson, black leopard and nirvana. He can play some guitar and sing well. In addition, he is tall, thin, white and handsome. He dare not say that he is infatuated with thousands of girls. At least, he is very popular with girls.
When he arrived at the University, Li Mu played guitar and sang. He took the blood of two girls one by one.
At the thought of this place, Li Mu would miss college time very much
Chen Wanhua saw Li Mu's old red cotton guitar and asked curiously, ”can you play guitar?”
”A little, spare time.”
Chen Wan immediately said, ”play and sing one for me? There are also boys playing guitar and singing at the same table in our school. It's very pleasant. ”
”Today's college students are so creative.” Li Mu shakes his head helplessly.
Chen Wan chased after her and begged, ”play one for her, come to Xu Wei's, my autumn!”
Li Mu smiled and asked curiously, ”Xu Wei's first album is very negative. How can you like this white rich beauty?”
Chen Wan didn't answer Li mubai's rich and beautiful teasing and said, ”as long as you listen well, you like it.”
Li Mu nodded and smiled. Sitting by the bed, he picked up his old wooden guitar from the corner.
It was a gift from my mother in the second year of junior high school. At that time, it cost more than 200 yuan. It was the cheapest one of the wooden guitars, but the timbre was good. After playing it for several years, the timbre was getting better and better.
Li Mu holds up his guitar, takes one string as the criterion, and tunes it with a slightly higher overtone method. For the college entrance examination, the piano has not played for some time, and some of it runs.
Chen Wan sat on Li Mu's chair and saw that he was very skilled in tuning. He straightened his posture and was ready to listen carefully.
Li Mu played the first chord sweep of my autumn, and suddenly stopped and said, ”it's not interesting for me to sing what you want, or I'll sing something you haven't heard.”
”I haven't heard of it?” Chen Wan's eyes brightened and he said with a smile, ”yes, sing.”
Li Mu nodded his head and recalled the chords. After the simple and melodious prelude to the fingers, he sang in his slightly hoarse voice:
”zebra, zebra, don't sleep
show me your injured tail again
I don't want to touch the scar of your wound
I just want to lift your hair
zebra, zebra, you come back to your home
But I'm wasting my cold years.
there is no door open for me in your city
Li Mu loves rock before he is 30 years old, and Li Mu loves folk songs after he is 30 years old. Song Pang is one of his favorites, especially the zebra zebra, which is no longer a disease-free chant, nor a strong saying of sorrow, but with some vicissitudes and helplessness, about the special feelings between a man and a wounded zebra. Of course, zebra is not really a zebra. Later generations It is generally believed that the zebra in the song refers to a woman who has been hurt by others.
Chen Wan did not hear the song or see the lyrics, but vaguely discerned the lyrics from Li Mu's mouth, and then created a picture of fantasy in his mind.