Strange Life of a Cat

It seems that it is not easy for Ah Jin to find inspiration outside with his guitar on his back. When Zheng Tan met Ah Jin again on campus, he took Ah Jin to the arched doorway made of bamboo with dignity. However, when he went, Someone was already sitting there playing guitar.

Zheng Tan took a look and saw that the man was slightly chubby, with an eggplant printed on his T-shirt, and his face looked tender. He was probably a freshman.

Seeing A Jin carrying a guitar, the man called A Jin over to communicate. When his eyes fell on Zheng Tan, the man's face froze, but he didn't say anything.

Zheng Tan, who was about to walk away, thought for a while, walked to the side and jumped on a tree to listen to the two people talking.

This man’s name is Zhang Qie, and those who are familiar with him call him Eggplant. He is a freshman and is a member of the school guitar association. The guitar association holds on-campus performances in May and October every year, but not everyone has the opportunity to perform on stage. Recently, the association is When selecting people to go on stage, Zhang Qie plans to practice more and strive for a chance to show off on stage.

However, compared to Ah Jin, Zhang Qie is still a bit immature in terms of guitar playing skills.

"That's good, buddy!" Zhang Qie praised, and was a little sorry to hear that Ah Jin was not from the school, otherwise he could have been recruited to join the association. I also heard that Ah Jin had played in squares and underground passages, and he said with admiration: "Every time I saw those street performers playing guitar, I couldn't help but want to hang out with them. My classmate also said You think I'm embarrassed. Speaking of which, most of those people play pretty well, and the sound effects in the underground passage are particularly good."

After feeling emotional, Zhang Qie talked about his guitar history.

"I couldn't hold the strings at first, but it got better after I got calluses. The process was still a little painful, but, as a man, you can't be afraid of pain!! Be tough on yourself! Otherwise, you can't practice guitar!" Zhang Qie raised his hand. Showing off the cocoon he had worked so hard to achieve.

Zheng Tan glanced over there, this little fat guy was so easy to satisfy.

After staying for a while, Zhang Qie exchanged mobile phone numbers with Ah Jin and asked Ah Jin to come to Chuhua University when he was free next week, and then take Ah Jin to watch the performance of their Guitar Association.

After taking Ah Jin around the campus, Zheng Tan ignored him and went out to have fun by himself.

Three days later, when Zheng Tan thought A Jin had left Chuhua University, he saw him again.

Zheng Tan didn't go out for a walk in school that day, because both the police chief and Ah Huang were rarely let out, and Big Fatty was also kicked out by his old lady so that he could exercise more. So, the four cats walked and walked to the old tile-roofed area.

Zheng Tan thought he could find a quiet place with leaves to lie down on the roof and take a nap. Unexpectedly, he heard the sound of an electric guitar coming from there before he even got close.

The sergeant moved his ears and was about to turn around and leave, but saw that Zheng Tan was still walking that way, and the other two didn't leave, so he also followed.

Zheng Tan was curious about when a noisy element came here and wanted to see what happened.

A tile-roofed house where debris was stored was sorted out. There were more than ten students inside, and the sound came from this tile-roofed house.

The other three stopped not far away, but Zheng Tan approached, jumped up on the window sill, and looked inside.

The window was open, and Zheng Tan was standing near a large table. There was a pot of flowers on the table, which just blocked Zheng Tan. The people inside did not notice him, and had no intention of paying attention. They were all staring at the room. The two people in the middle.

There was a guitar on the table by the window. There was no one in front of the table, so Zheng Tan could see what was going on in the room.

There were two young men standing in the middle of the room, one of them was Ah Jin. The other person was wearing a black vest and had dyed yellow hair. His hair was quite long and tied into a small braid.

The two of them were playing electric guitar. Zheng Tan didn't know what it felt like to play, but seeing these two people sweating profusely, he probably wasn't feeling relaxed.

The people around him, including Zhang Qie, whom Zheng Tan had met, were all excited, their faces flushed red with excitement, and they seemed to be trying their best to endure something. Some people were making gestures with their hands unconsciously.

When the two finally stopped, the people standing on the edge started talking, and a few of them screamed.

Sure enough, outsiders can only watch the fun. Although Zheng Tan thinks these two people are very good at playing guitar, they are not as excited as others. However, these two people's fingers are really fast when they play.

"President, it's him, right?!" said a tall girl with a ponytail.

The man in a vest with pigtails who had just played piano with Ah Jin nodded, said a few more words to Ah Jin, answered the phone, and asked Ah Jin, Zhang Qie and two others to stay here to help take care of things. , they are leaving for a while.

The original training place of the Guitar Association is now being renovated by the school, so they had to temporarily move the place. They applied to the school for a house in the Lao Wafang District as a temporary gathering place. They will move back when the renovation is completed. .

Listening to the discussion of the four people who stayed in the room, Zheng Tan found out that it was about the performance of the school guitar association next week. They planned to open the song with Canon played by two guitars. Unfortunately, the guitarist who was originally working with the president of the association injured his finger. He had to replace someone, but the association could not find a candidate that satisfied everyone for a while, so he settled for the next best thing and prepared to find foreign aid, so Zhang Qie contacted Ah Jin. Seven foreign players recruited from guitar associations of other schools, plus Ah Jin, were chosen over and over again. After playing guitar just now, the association's decision-makers finally settled on Ah Jin.

Zhang Qie was very happy to hear that Ah Jin was chosen. In contrast, Ah Jin was much calmer. After listening to several other people playing, he knew that there would be such a result. Basically, those who could stay in the night building to perform were He plays professionally, and his skills are not yet strong. After being trained and practiced in the night building for so long, he is better than most people in the school.

In fact, Ah Jin did not agree immediately when he chose to come over and give it a try. After all, once he decided, he would have to come over frequently to train and cooperate before the performance. In addition, there were also several important performances in the night building, and the time was very tight. After thinking about it for a long time, he decided to come. Now, he doesn't regret agreeing to come here at all.

Entering this complex society and jumping into this big dye vat, it is difficult to be alone, especially these days when working in night buildings, Ah Jin understands the difficulties. He has seen the filth behind some of the glamor in the circle, but after getting used to it, But he found that the pure passion was missing, and here, he found the lost purity.

The four people in the room were still talking about guitar-related things with great interest, such as metal 5th chords, high-octet decomposition, etc. Zheng Tan couldn't understand, and Zheng Tan hadn't seen the piano playing clip at the end of "Cross Streets" that Zhang Qie mentioned. , Therefore, Zheng Tan is really not interested in the content of these people's conversations.

Just as he was about to get up and down from the window sill to find another place to sleep, Zheng Tan found that the police chief and Ah Huang were coming over. It was probably because no one was playing guitar anymore that they had the courage to get closer. He jumped up on the window sill and looked at it curiously. inside the house.

Big Fatty looked at the three cats on the windowsill, yawned lazily, then slowly walked over and jumped on the windowsill.

Four cats squatted side by side on the windowsill, and the people inside immediately noticed them.

The one who had the biggest reaction was Zhang Qie. When this guy saw the four cats, his first reaction was to immediately take the water glass he had placed on the table into his arms.

The three people, including A Jin, were surprised by Zhang Qie's behavior.

"Why are you reacting like this, eggplant?" one person asked.

Zhang Qie pursed his lips toward the four cats on the window sill, "A miserable experience in military training!"

The two people said "Oh--" and seeing that Ah Jin was still confused, they told the interesting story from the military training.

During the military training, Zhang Qie's square formation was not far from Jiao Wei and the others. Zhang Qie was also one of the victims of the incident where the police chief and Ah Huang pushed the water cup. Zhang Qie's favorite kettle was pushed down the steps by Ah Huang, and a large piece of paint fell off. Zhang Qie lost two pounds in distress.

While the two were talking, the police sergeant, who was full of energy and even more mean-spirited after being locked up at home for so long, stepped from the window sill onto the big table and came to the guitar placed there.

The three people in the room looked at A Jin. The guitar belonged to A Jin. I played it when I came to this tile-roofed house, and then played the electric guitar, so I left the guitar here temporarily without putting it in a bag. He has three guitars. This guitar is the cheapest among them. It is relatively common and similar to the ones used by some students in the association. It is too expensive and he dare not carry it around on his back. But even so, it does not mean that he does not care. It is just that after seeing Looking at the black cat squatting on the windowsill, Ah Jin hesitated for a moment.

If Zheng Tan wasn't here, Ah Jin would have rushed over to protect the guitar.

Zheng Tan did not stop the Sheriff. He was more curious about what the Sheriff would do next.

None of the four people in the room made a sound, they all stared at the police chief. For a moment, compared to the intense atmosphere of playing electric guitar ten minutes ago, now it really matches the tranquility of the Lao Wafang District.

The Sheriff tilted his head and looked in front of the guitar, his tail slowly swung, then he raised his claws to hook onto a metal string on the guitar, and then retracted his claws.

The vibrating sound of the metal string made the Sheriff arch his back and jump back. After the sound calmed down, he boldly stepped forward again. He seemed to be addicted to playing and continued to raise his claws to hook the metal string.

The strings were not pressed, and the sound produced was just an open string sound, which to Zheng Tan's ears was pure noise. Moreover, the Sheriff's behavior was just a toy found out of curiosity and did not possess any sense of musical artistry.

To Zheng Tan's surprise, not only did Ah Jin not stop the police chief from harming his guitar, he immediately put down the guitar sheet he was holding, took out a small notebook and pen from the guitar bag behind his back, and started writing something .

I don’t know if it was because I had a great time playing the piano with others just now, but Ah Jin is in pretty good condition now. He has been immersed in his own creative world since he started writing. Perhaps, what entered his creative world was the noise of the Sheriff’s "playing" .

Zhang Qie walked over and took a look, then opened his mouth wide, walked back to the original place softly, sat down, and mouthed "compose" to the two others.

Zheng Tan also saw Zhang Qie's mouth shape, looked at the police chief who was playing the guitar strings to make noise, and then looked at Ah Jin who was immersed in composing music. Zheng Tan couldn't help but wonder if he not only had no musical ability, but also had no musical ability. The standards of music appreciation are distorted. But seeing the choked expressions on the faces of Zhang and the three of them, I suddenly felt that Ah Jin seemed to be really talented. Otherwise, how could he get inspiration from the sergeant's noisy "performance"? ? !

Someone once said that cats are poets of urban melancholy, and they are born to be maverick wandering artists. Zheng Tan never felt that, but now it seems that maybe it is true, but he does not understand the art of cats.

Half an hour later, Ah Jin, who was writing rapidly, looked up again at the three cats on the windowsill, and the police sergeant who was standing in front of the guitar, no longer "playing" and concentrating on licking his paws. He picked up the pen and wrote four more words in the notebook. Words - "Cat Fantasy".

(3.23) I found that the date of the previous chapter was wrong. It should be 3.22, but this chapter is 3.23. Will continue to update tomorrow.