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The dome above the stage quietly opened.

When the stars outside dotted the sky like this, almost everyone exclaimed a cry of surprise.

Although such a stage effect is a bit simple compared to many stages of Moonlight Girl.

But the effect is still there, at least many people who are still distracted have been called back.

At this time, Wen Yuan walked to the center of the stage and sat down on the steps.

It looks like those girls who will sit down on the side of the road when they are tired of walking.

Now, whether in terms of her expression or temperament, she seems to have returned to her student days.

At this time, an amazing scene happened, and the original stage suddenly began.

Then came a gentle melody that rang out from Wen Yuan.

The audience was a little confused. Although they didn't know what was going on, they understood that the stage seemed not as simple as they thought.

Wen Yuan opened her phone in panic and heard the singing of a boy from inside.

Only then did she pick up the microphone and sing almost at the same time as the person on the phone:

[Time is like amber tears being locked down

No matter how immortal love letters are, they will become an hourglass

The white clouds of youth fly away the green dog and seagulls]

When she put down her phone, a tear slid from the corner of Wen Yuan's eyes.

Seeing this, Su Yin covered her chest and said excitedly:

"Sister Wen Yuan acted well in this section, and she was instantly substituted for me."

At this time, Wang Xingrui sighed and murmured:

"That's because this is her own story!"

Only after the curtain was completely opened did everyone see the whole picture of the stage clearly.

It was a nostalgic old classroom.

On the blackboard are traces that the teachers have not yet wiped away, and a conspicuous countdown to the college entrance examination at the edge.

Wen Yuan turned around and stepped onto the steps step by step.

There was a hint of sadness and nostalgia in her singing:

[Thunder thoughts slip away

Destiny is so humorous that makes the loved one silent

A whole universe exchanges a red bean]

At this time, many viewers in the audience fell silent.

It’s not that they think this song is not good, but because Wen Yuan sang it too movingly.

Almost every listener who hears this seems to think of his own story involuntarily.

It was a love story about missing out, regrettable.

"The lyrics are well written." A girl sat in the audience. Only after she spoke did she realize that her singing was hoarse.

The moment she saw the old classroom, she immediately thought of herself.

At this time, Wen Yuan had already sat down in front of a table. It was not difficult to guess that this should be her own position.

She blinked her eyes hard so that her tears would not have worn out her makeup.

Then she opened the drawer and found an old radio from it.

"Oh my God," Tang Yue couldn't help but bit her lips tightly when she saw this: "This prop is well done! The moment I saw it, I suddenly felt a little uncomfortable."

"That's right," Lin Xuan'er sniffed: "In this kind of radio, there is usually a sense of story."

After Wen Yuan pressed the radio switch, a gentle voice immediately came from it.

"Today is Wen Yuan's 18th birthday."

"The birthday gift I give you is a love song."

"I hope that every year from now on, on your birthday, I will write a song for you."

The moment the boy's voice appeared, tears from countless people below the audience fell.

At that moment, Wen Yuan's tears fell like rain.

This is not a performance, it is her real state.

That voice did come from her ex-husband.

But she still picked up the microphone and restrained her emotions.

This time, every breath and all her pronunciation were filled with a sense of fragility:

[Slow motion lingering film replay silent film freezes for a moment

We said we would never see each other at the farewell concert

My first song you wrote to me

You and I clasp your fingers to write the prelude.

But then what about it

She stood up slowly and walked to the front of the blackboard.

But this time, she seemed to be stronger than before, because she no longer cried.

She took a deep breath, then showed a faint smile that was relieved after reading Qianfan.

Off the audience, a boy lowered his head.

He suddenly thought of his first love.

A boy once saw a saying before: A man may fall in love with many women in his life.

But what he couldn't forget the most was always his first love.

He remembered that he and his first love sat on the rooftop of the school, talking about their ideals and future events together.

He was so stupid at that time that he actually promised to the other party that they would be together forever.

Yes, only a boy or a girl aged seventeen or eighteen cares about forever.

Now he is just looking for a blind date partner who is of equal status.

Wen Yuan picked up the brush and finally wiped off the name of another boy next to her name on the blackboard.

When she finished this moment, a beam of light fell into the center of the stage.

With the audience's cry one after another, Wen Yuan turned around and saw a projection.

The person in the projection is her, wearing the same clothes.

It's just that younger her.

The first time she held a concert.

The one who accepted the confession and was ready to welcome a happy life.

She looked at "her", and Wen Yuan's eyes were so gentle.

At that moment, what appeared in Wen Yuan's mind was the question Zhou Yiyang asked her:

"If you were reborn once, would you still be with him?"

Now she thought she could answer.

Her answer is "I will still do it", at least she was happy at that moment.

Even though she is sad now, she is happy when she receives the first love song.

There are always too many regrets in life, and she never regrets the choice she made when she was young.

This time, her singing became much stronger.

The grief swept away, and her voice filled with a power called warmth:

[Fortunately I have this love song

Hum and cry and laugh gently

My eternal

Sing your love song with me

Can't bear to leave the short chorus

My heart is still hot and it should come to an end
To be continued...