After the third class on Friday afternoon, it is time for the whole school to clean up. Zhou Shao arrived on time again just like the human alarm clock. This time he unusually did not bring a small gift, but was empty-handed. He was looking for someone to bring a message to Jiang Nan and wanted her to go out, but the girl thought he was going to school soon. Rejected on the grounds of being broadcast by the radio station. The person who spoke wistfully glanced at Zhou Shao outside the door, smiled bitterly and shook his head regretfully, with a hint of goodwill on his face. Perhaps he was afraid that Zhou Shaoqian would be angry with him, or he subconsciously lowered his attitude. On the other hand, Zhou Shao, who was waiting at the door, his eyes darkened for a microsecond, then returned to the flamboyant yet free and easy demeanor of a rich man: "Then I'll wait for you downstairs in the laboratory." He buried his head in the classroom and wrote something. Jiang Nan seemed not to hear, but raised his eyebrows slightly. Yang Yi, who was already somewhat familiar with each other, knew that this was a habitual action when the girl's patience ran out. Originally, I was worried that Zhou Shao would take some drastic measures after his entanglement failed, but Yang Yi seemed to have underestimated Jiang Nan's shocking temperament. At present, Zhou Shao's pursuit seems to be on the normal track of campus love. It is not like some "well-off" students who stalk a girl after falling in love with her. "By the way, I've always wanted to ask you, where did you get that song in your comic advertisement?" Jiang Nan finished writing what he was doing and was about to take the information to the studio when he suddenly remembered something. , turned around and tilted his head and smiled at Yang Yi. "Uh" Yang Yi was stunned, and then grinned: "A friend who is very talented in music composed the song. The song I sang at your house that day was composed by the same person." "Yeah! That's it! Jiang Nan's perfectly curved eyes narrowed. This was a sign that her other side of her personality was about to take over: "You have friends who are very talented in painting, and you have friends who are very talented in music." , are there any other friends who are also very talented, please introduce me to them!" Yang Dun felt overwhelmed for a moment, so he could only hum and haha. Fortunately, there were classmates passing by around him, and Jiang Nan didn't do it either. Not wanting to go into details, he returned to his usual calm demeanor, smiling and waving to Yang Yi: "Wait a minute and come to the studio to find me and help me 'select' some good radio tracks. I will use them when the broadcast is over." Mian Jing Like water, it is graceful and clear, but hidden in that exquisite heart is the resentment towards the boy for not telling the truth, and the little arrogance of being unwilling to be left behind. After staying in the classroom for a while and watching Fernando Pessoa's "Panic", Yang Yi stood up and stretched his neck after taking notes on several highlights. The school radio station's broadcast has come to an end. If he doesn't start at this time, he may not be able to help Jiang Nan find the ending song for the broadcast. ??????????????????????????????????? Out of the classroom, walked through the corridor, walked down the stairs passed through the flower bed, through the shade of the trees, and through the sea of ??people. On Friday afternoon, the sun sets in the west, and the gorgeous sunset reflects on every young and energetic face on campus, shining into an indescribable color. Some leaves are swirling and falling, and more are about to fall. , but in the noisy and noisy campus at the moment, it does not appear desolate. Among the many chaotic voices, Jiang Nan's unique gentle voice was reciting a small poem. Yang Yi walked forward briskly while listening to the sound that made him feel peaceful and happy. But just when he was about to arrive downstairs in the experiment, his brows wrinkled helplessly and he sighed secretly in his heart. Because the people blocking the downstairs were none other than Zhou Shao's group. Zhou Shao stood in the crowd, holding a guitar and a slightly exaggerated display of Sony amplifiers beside him. This thing was so popular in 1997. State, but it is a quasi-luxury product that only some wealthy enthusiasts will bother with. And outside the center, there were no less than a hundred or two hundred people watching the excitement, and even more people were watching from a distance, while pulling their companions to inquire curiously and excitedly. Before Yang Yi could get closer, Zhou Shao's performance had already begun. His guitar strings were trembling slightly, and his playing level was considered average in the amateur range. But for high school students whose main task is to study at this stage, this rich boy's playing and singing are comparable to those of campus singers. After the confession of "Jiang Nan, this song is for you", the song sounded. Andy Lau's "True Forever" may lack some heaviness and vicissitudes, and may not have the bitterness and infatuation of the original singer. However, with the relatively proficient guitar accompaniment, and Zhou Shaona's deliberate imitation that is very similar to the original singer, But it is enough to have a big impact on the students whose daily life is three o'clock and one line. Coupled with the power amplifier equipment in this place, it was obviously a confession prop that had been carefully prepared for a long time. This scene made the little girls around me feel sore in their noses - it was so romantic, and the person who had a crush on campus offered a gift. Composing a love song is probably the ultimate dream of a girl at this stage. The sound of high-power amplifier??, the sound of people clapping, whistling and cheering, and the noise of people in the distance running over excitedly, caused this wave of sound to suppress the broadcast of the radio station for a while, causing a figure to poke out of the broadcast room on the third floor. It was Ai Ye, a sophomore in high school who co-hosted today's program with Jiang Nan. The majestic-looking girl shook her head, and then closed the slightly open window with good sound insulation. This girl, whose name is based on traditional Chinese medicine and is obviously from a family background, couldn't help but feel a little emotional and envious at this moment. She turned around and looked at Jiang Nan, who was still reciting a poem seriously - the girl's silhouette was in the clear sky. There was something blurry in the sunset, and there was a mysterious beauty that seemed to be that of a celestial being - I guess it was natural for a girl like this to be sought after. And in this setting, Yang Yi came from a distance, and as he approached, he seemed to have a certain aloof aura, making it easy for people to spot him among the crowd at a glance. There were dozens or twenty students who knew about the entanglement between the three of them. They all focused on Yang Yi who walked in, and then jumped back to Zhou Shao who was still holding the guitar like a prince of love songs. There was a look in his eyes for the weakling who was at a disadvantage. pity. And more students who didn't know Yang Yi and only knew Zhou Shao's name saw some people's eyes jumping back and forth, so they curiously started to inquire around. When they figured out the whole story, they almost invariably approached him. Yang Yi gave him a look that said, "You are asking for death." Although Zhou Shao's group is domineering and arrogant in school, they are not like mad dogs that bite everyone on sight. On the contrary, this group has a good relationship with some outstanding students who are top-notch in studies and are also outstanding. At least they can maintain a superficial harmony. gas. So when Yang Yi walked through the sea of ??people alone and fearlessly, many people wanted to watch the excitement and wanted to see how sacred this person who touched Zhou Shao's tiger butt was, and what kind of behavior he would use. Such an ugly way to die. But to everyone’s surprise, Yang Yi, who walked into the crowd, just walked over the power amplifier machines without changing his expression and without any nervousness, and actually walked out of the crowd again and walked into the laboratory building. There was no unexpected big scene where one side did not protest and the other side directly used force. Some people in Zhou Shao’s group sneered. They naturally interpreted Yang Yi’s ignorance as a beating in their hearts, so they fled like ostriches. Some people asked Zhou Shao with their eyes if they wanted to stop Yang Yi. The rich man shook his head disdainfully, why would he do something unbecoming in public at this time? I believe that when Jiang Nan comes out, the public opinion around him will be enough to make him and that boy stand out. Using other people's voices to set off his own and add to the cake is the best way to pursue a girl. After comparing the performance of the two parties, more girls began to chirp at Yang Yi's failure and cowardice: "I thought someone who dared to compete with Zhou Shao for friends could be so bold, but it turns out she is also a timid lady. "You can't blame him, can you?" Some girls recalled Zhou Shao's domineering attitude, shaking their heads and saying in a tone that was quite pertinent but full of sympathy for the weak: "If you can take the initiative to find the broadcasting girl in this situation, even if Very good, not everyone can compare with Zhou Shao." "That's true." Her companion agreed, and the topic returned to Zhou Shao: "But don't talk about Zhou Shao's appearance. He is very dandy, but he is also quite versatile, and he is really good at singing! I think that boy hid in because of his low self-esteem. He must be under a lot of pressure when they are standing together like this. " None of it reached Yang Yi's ears. He was not clairvoyant, nor did he care about what some students thought of him. Instead, he was focused on finding a good ending song for Jiang Nan. Seeing that the person who pushed the door open was a handsome little boy instead of Zhou Shao who was singing downstairs just now, a trace of surprise and curiosity flashed in Ai Ye's beautiful eyes, and then he saw Jiang Nan's eyes suddenly brightened. , he smiled slyly as if he had some understanding, and said to Jiang Nan, "I'm leaving first, so I won't disturb you anymore." But she was secretly surprised in her heart, wondering what hidden advantages this bookish-looking boy had, which actually made the always gentle but dazzling little junior sister faintly attracted to him. Ai Ye's actions made Jiang Nan feel embarrassed that he and Yang Yi were forced to have sex. The world between the two suddenly appeared in the blink of an eye, and the teasing look in the senior sister's eyes when she left, whether it was the quiet Jiang Nan or the rebellious one. Jiang Nan couldn't help but feel a little panic in his heart. Then he forced himself to read the rest of the broadcast calmly, then picked up the Scottish bagpipe that Yang Yi had just picked out from a pile of tapes after searching for a long time, and switched the audio channel with a delicate hand. "You can talk now, Phew! Sit down, you." Jiang Nan took a long breath, and seemed to have cleared up the trance and trembling in his heart.He exhaled and then looked at Yang Yi calmly. But because of the special glass windows with good sound insulation effect, I didn’t realize that my voice had spread throughout the campus. So the whole high school became quiet. Some people on the entire campus still don’t know what this new campus female anchor is doing. Some students who reacted put down what they were doing with surprise or astonishment and pricked up their ears to listen to the follow-up, feeling excited that the world would not be in chaos. Ai Ye, who had already gone down to the first floor, heard the sound and immediately realized that Jiang Nan must have been flustered and did not switch the channel from the microphone to the recorder! So just when she was about to go upstairs to warn the two of them to prevent anything from getting out of hand, another guitar sound sounded. Thirty seconds ago Yang Yi sat down with the touching reddish look behind Jiang Nan's ears, and then asked with a smile: "Someone just sang for you." The girl who calmed down looked up and smiled: "I still like that day That song, why don't you sing for me too?" A hurricane-like wave of sound instantly passed over the entire campus, rolling up into the sky and scattering two or three crimson clouds - when I heard Jiang Nan's words The students in Class 3 who said this couldn't help but scream in their hearts: Not only do these two people have an unusual relationship in school, but they seem to have even more secrets in private! But Zhou Shao, who was originally full of confidence, turned gloomy. There was a thug-like figure behind him who wanted to rush to the broadcast room on the third floor, but was stopped by his backhand. Thirty seconds later "That's the person I miss deeply and deeply day and night. How should I express it? Will she accept me" Unlike Zhou Shao's youthful tone of expressing sorrow in writing new words, the old man The boy's classic ending song, with its refreshing style, immediately captured the hearts of teenagers aged 16 or 17. "Perhaps I will never say those words to her. I am destined to wander around the world, how can I care" The young man's low singing made some people who were still laughing at the moment the song sounded Everyone quieted down. Maybe they didn't have enough memories that were as bright as diamonds after years of refinement, but they were still moved by this song of pursuing youth and dreams. "Dreams are always out of reach. Should I give up? Flowers are blooming and falling again. Spring, where are you" In the office of the first-grade English teacher, when the voices of Jiang Nan and Yang Yi rang, He Yue subconsciously made a serious face and wanted to go and see what was going on. However, when he heard the singing that echoed in the campus, he froze in place with some confusion. Not only him, but also some of the equally young teachers behind him were watching with great interest the development of the incident and He Yue's complexion, but at this time they all fell into their own memories along with the singing. If those high school students only stopped because of the melody and the poignant romance contained in the singing, then the young teachers who have had two more life experiences than them stopped because of the content sung in the singing-the reality and the dreams they once had. The scars caused by the collision between them - and the pain was startling. "Youth is like a flowing river. Once it goes away and never comes back, there is no time to say goodbye. I am left numb and without the passion of the past In the blink of an eye, many years have passed in the world, and there have been so many joys and sorrows. I once aspired to be a young boy in all directions, and envied the geese flying south ” Some girls had the same reaction as Jiang Nan. There was something moist in their eyes, and they felt that their hearts were soft and weak at this moment. Compared with Zhou Shao's love songs that are not in line with his age and mentality, this old boy's song undoubtedly has more power to directly touch the souls of young boys and girls. "The figures running towards their own futures are gradually drifting away. Where will the future be ordinary? Who will give me the answer? Those who accompanied me at that time, where are you now" Even a group of third-year students around Zhou Shao also felt that because of This song was accompanied by a confused expression, forgetting that the person singing was a thorn in their side. These students are about to leave this campus. Compared to the freshmen who have just entered high school, the lyrics sung by Yang Yi may be more resonant in their hearts: where will their future be, and who can prophecy? Can the friends and brothers who are by my side now still hold hands and be vigorous in the future of life? Suddenly, even the dim yellow light froze, and time seemed to have stopped flowing. Everyone was listening and reminiscing quietly. At this moment, Yang Yi silenced the entire campus. Many people were already yearning for this singing boy and wanted to see what kind of person he was who could sing such a beautiful and nostalgic song. Then the singing gradually became deeper and deeper, until the last note floated in the air, and the silence that grew during the singing enveloped the entire campus. But it seems that God has destined that this early autumn evening will be a day that the first grade students will remember for the rest of their lives. Just when everyone was still immersed in a touch of sadness and couldn't extricate themselves, Jiang Nan's voice passed through again. channel, some people were moved from being moved to expressionless: "I will reluctantly let you go today, but there is still that commercial song, you still owe me an explanation!" Advertisement song! What advertising jingle? In the eyes of some students who knew Yang Yi, the boy's image was once again filled with the mysterious brilliance of a starry sky. Yang Yi shook his head and smiled bitterly. Sometimes girls' minds are just a little bigger than the tip of a needle. However, when he saw the guzheng placed by a music teacher in the corner of the studio, he also didn't realize what was happening outside. After hearing what was going on and what was happening, he smiled brightly: "Well, it's better to choose a different day than to hit the sun, just today." After saying that, Jiang Nan's eyes were full of light, and all the students in the school outside the broadcast room were puzzled. In his thoughts, he walked towards the guzheng. He doesn't know many, only two or three pieces. Yang Yi accidentally heard Chinese new folk music in his previous life, and on a whim, Yang Ren composed a few of his favorite pieces, and then followed the music in the small park downstairs. It was learned by a few old men and women from an elderly band. It’s just barely enough to play it out completely. This is Yang Yi’s first experience of playing something other than for self-entertainment. The song he is playing now is the soundtrack of the Taiwanese Perak puppet show. Although it is only an interlude of the animated puppet show, it has a subtle yet heavy feeling. Following the campus youth song of Old Boy, not only It doesn't look obtrusive, but has a wonderful effect of complementing each other. The little zither music sounded like a clear spring. In the twilight, before the students in the first grade could be surprised by the fact that the boy in the studio could actually play the guzheng, they were immersed in a new spiritual shock. The moon has risen, high and far away. The sky is between dark blue and blue-white. There are one or two particularly bright stars, like lanterns on the road to fairyland. Wang Jing and others had just woken up from the ending song of Old Boy. In the blink of an eye, they were stunned by the playing of the guzheng, but they subconsciously followed the melodious melody in time. The outline of the ginkgo tree gradually blurs in the night, and you can still vaguely see the leaves falling and dancing, reflecting the light of the street lamp outside the school gate. Among those who had not left the experiment downstairs, some unconsciously leaned toward the stairs, as if being pulled by invisible forces to the source of this beautiful music. The night begins to grow silently on the tree branches, in the classroom, and behind the building, and the silhouettes become thicker and thicker. And many students in the teaching building on the other side stood at the windows of the classroom, their eyes still fixed on the window of the broadcast room of the laboratory building fifty meters away, like they were following the sun's path in the wilderness every day. sunflower. The sound of the wind blowing down the leaves came now, which seemed to be the harmony of the beautiful music that flowed into the heart. There are tired birds returning home in the dusk, and the sound of flapping their wings as they land on the rooftop of the building is like someone coming from the clouds. It is their light fur belts slowly beating against each other in the wind. Some old teachers who love music couldn't help but shake their heads. They were silent and soaring for a while. They were obviously immersed in the world of the music. They felt that although this music was a little different from pure ancient music, it had something special about it that touched people's hearts. When the old boy sang just now, they just smiled knowingly with the expressions of experienced people, but did not indulge in it. But this piece of new folk music with ancient charm made them admire the taste from the bottom of their hearts. Some things engraved in the depths of the soul are usually like dragons lurking into the abyss, but sometimes an ancient tune or two freehand strokes can always make people in this land suddenly moved at a certain time. After a long time after the song ended and the sky was completely dark, a boy who was still standing at the window was woken up by his monitor: "If you can't leave yet, I'm going to lock the door!" "No more?" A look on his face Unfinished regret. "No more!" The stern female monitor, who was not usually friendly to boys, showed a rare melancholy in front of the boy at this moment. "By the way, who played this?" The boy suddenly thought of this question, and then they looked at each other and rushed out of the classroom. The corridors of the majestic teaching building are already crowded with students. The campus, which should usually be silent at this time, is full of a peaceful sense of vitality - many people are staring at the stairs of the laboratory building with burning eyes. Until the two figures, Yi Pingting and Qingjun, appeared side by side. Whistles, screams and applause suddenly started ringing, at first it was just one or two, exploding sporadically on a certain floor, and then circled over the crowded but empty campus, spreading far away. Eventually it converges into a tide.