PDLP Chapter 154 Inexplicable
Chapter 154 Inexplicable
Chapter 154 Inexplicable
The middle-aged woman on the upper bunk turned over angrily, turned her head towards the wall, muttered something quietly, and decided to turn a blind eye to it.
Qiu Huoming stood still, "You haven't offended me in any way, it's not me you should apologize to..."
Qian Feng withdrew his hand awkwardly, "She probably doesn't want to see me."
"Then just be well and be well on your own. You've fallen into the water too, so we're even now." Qiu Huoming sat back on the bed, took out the notebook from his backpack, took out a pen and wrote a brief outline.
The person Qian Feng offended was Professor Li's daughter. It would be disrespectful to Professor Li if they continued to associate with him, unless they forgave him. On the other hand, such people were synonymous with "trouble" in this era.
If he had lived around the millennium, when the Renaissance was in full swing, he would have surely been very successful. Unfortunately, this was 82.
After Qiu Huoming finished writing the outline, he began to write the main text. He adapted what happened on the boat last time and named it "Fraud". Writing is what he should focus on doing now. After all, the royalties are real money and are fair to everyone.
Inside the cabin, seeing that there was no commotion here, the others, who had just quieted down, began chatting again.
Qiu Huoming was writing hard. Qian Feng, who was standing next to him, put the guitar on his lap, carefully tested a note, and then played it softly. He sang an English song, "When I was young, I listened to others' advice, waiting for my favorite songs..."
It was "Yesterday Once More" by the Carpenters. His voice was thick and low-pitched. Singing was probably not his skill, as his singing was average. However, the melody he played was very smooth and pleasant to the ear.
This song was originally one of Qiu Huoming's favorites. He put down the notebook in his hand and started listening.
When the song ended, everyone in the cabin applauded.
The journey is boring, so it would be great to have some music to listen to. Even though no one can understand English songs, the melodies are very nice, so we can just listen to them for fun.
Several passengers who were afraid to offend him at first saw him singing in a gentle manner, so they mustered up the courage to suggest, "Young man, sing another song!"
Qian Feng looked at Qiu Huoming with a provocative look, "Isn't that of yours just for show? Come with me?"
Qiu Huoming was about to refuse when he saw the cabin door being pushed open. Li Yi and Li Shulan walked in one after the other. They probably couldn't sleep and were bored, so they came down to visit.
It's only around eight o'clock in the evening and it's really hard to fall asleep.
Qian Feng quickly put his guitar aside, stood up and walked quickly to Li Shulan. He stopped where he was and bowed to her. "I'm sorry, I was wrong. I solemnly apologize to you."
Li Yi had clenched his fists, but when he saw this scene, he didn't know whether to beat him or pretend he didn't see it.
Li Shulan took a step back to avoid his bow, "I'm not dead, no need to bow..."
"Puchi" Qiu Huoming couldn't help but laughed.
"Come and sit down. Why are you here?"
Li Shulan said to Qian Feng: "I'm not angry anymore. Was it you who sang that song just now?"
Qian Feng was overjoyed. He straightened up and said, "Yes, I sang it. I know a lot of songs. Do you want to listen?"
Li Yi grabbed Li Shulan and walked towards Qiu Huoming's bed.
Qian Feng sat back on his bed, pointed at Qiu Huoming's guitar and said, "Comrade Xiaoqiu, can you play the guitar? How about we collaborate on a song?"
Li Shulan immediately clapped her hands, "Brother Huo Ming, sing a song."
Qiu Huoming looked at her helplessly. This girl's personality was somewhat similar to his younger sister. Li Yi on the side was also adding fuel to the fire. "Don't cooperate with him. Sing a song on your own..."
Qiu Huoming took the guitar bag from the hook above the bed, opened the outer bag, took out the guitar, put it on his legs, lowered his head to tighten the strings, and then tuned a few notes.
"Okay, then I'll sing an English folk song. I'm not a professional, so just listen to it casually..."
The prelude sounded, it was the folk song "Five Hundred Miles" which was widely sung in the 60s. The Chinese translation is: 500 miles away from home. The lyrics of this folk song are simple, but the melody reveals a strong sense of homesickness, which just fits Qiu Huoming's mood at the moment.
"If you miss the train I'm
YouwillknowthatIamgone
Youcanhearthewhistleblowahundredmiles
Ahundredmilesahundredmiles…”
The strumming of the guitar, combined with his clean voice, expresses the longing of a wanderer away from home in the song.
When the song ended, even Qian Feng applauded. The old man sitting opposite him suddenly said, "I don't understand this song, but after listening to it, I miss home..."
Several people who came from the same place as him immediately echoed him.
Li Yi picked up Qiu Huoming's guitar and said, "I also know a song. Let me play it for you..."
He played "Childhood". Although his fingering was unfamiliar and his singing was incoherent, he was bold and shameless and dared to give full play to his abilities.
Li Shulan sat aside, clapping for her brother, and glanced at the notebook beside her.
They came so suddenly that Qiu Huoming didn't have time to close his notebook.
"Hey, Brother Huo Ming, are you writing a novel?"
She picked up her notebook and began to read.
“Just write…”
When Li Yi heard that she was going to write a novel, he immediately threw his guitar aside, moved closer to Li Shulan and looked over.
Qiu Huoming reached out to take back the notebook but stopped in mid-air, "Well, you haven't finished writing yet, how about giving it back to me first?"
Li Shulan was quite well-mannered. After reading the current page, she did not flip through the pages randomly and handed the notebook back to Qiu Huoming.
"Brother Huo Ming, your writing is really good. I think it's better than my brother's."
Li Yi curled his lips, "I'm a Chinese major! Compare your writing skills with mine!"
"But... you do write pretty well."
Qian Feng sat at the head of the bed and said, "We are preparing to rehearse a play. We have written the script ourselves, but it seems a little off. Can you write a script? We can sign a contract. If you are accepted, our group will pay."
"Are you really from the song and dance troupe?" Li Shulan asked.
Qian Feng immediately put down his guitar and stood up, "Of course it's true, wait a minute, I have a work permit."
He turned around and took out a small cloth bag from under the pillow. After opening it, he took out a red notebook from it and handed it to Li Shulan while bending over.
"It's true." Li Shulan looked at the photo above and it matched Qian Feng in front of her.
She felt a little nervous, as she almost killed the other person in the afternoon. She pretended to be calm and returned the "work permit" to Qian Feng.
Li Yi got excited this time. He switched seats with Li Shulan and leaned over to talk to Qian Feng, "I've written a script before. What kind of play do you want to stage? Let's talk about it."
Seeing that they stopped playing the piano, everyone in the cabin returned to their normal ways and started chatting with each other.
Only the middle-aged woman lying on the upper bunk of Qiu Huoming felt aggrieved. Each of them was sick. They were fighting for their lives just now, but now they were sitting together and chatting.
She changed her position and lay flat on her back. She stretched out her hand to smooth her chest and muttered silently, "Don't be angry, don't be angry..."
Qiu Huoming assembled the guitar, hung it back in its place, and put the notebook and pen into his bag.
Li Shulan had no interest in writing. She turned her head to look at Qiu Huoming, her face slightly flushed. She whispered, "Brother Huoming, can I draw a picture for you tomorrow morning?"
She pointed upwards, "When we get to the top floor, I'm going to paint the sunrise..."
Okay, today's mission is complete (scatter flowers)
Have a great weekend everyone :)