After the third class on Friday afternoon, the whole school cleans up in a unified manner.

Zhou Shao arrived on time like a human-shaped alarm clock. This time he was abnormally not carrying a small gift, but was empty-handed. After looking for someone to bring a message to Jiang Nan, he wanted her to go out, but the girl refused to drop it on the grounds that she was about to go to the school radio station to broadcast.

The person who was speaking looked at Zhou Shao outside the door with a slight smile, shook his head with regret, and said that he was willing to show kindness on his face, perhaps because he was afraid that Zhou Shao would take his anger on him, or he subconsciously lowered his posture.

However, Zhou Shao, who was waiting at the door, had a microsecond of his eyes and returned to the rich man Zhang Yang's but free and easy demeanor: "Then I'll wait for you downstairs of the experiment."

Jiang Nan, who was buried in the classroom, seemed to have not heard it, but her eyebrows were raised slightly. Yang Yi, who was already familiar with each other, knew that this was the habitual movement of the girl when she lost her patience.

I was worried that Zhou Shao would take some extreme measures if he was unable to get involved, but Yang Yi seemed to underestimate Jiang Nan's shocking temperament. In the current opinion, Zhou Shao's pursuit has been on the normal campus romance track, and is not like some "good-working" students. He fell in love with a girl and then pestered her to death.

"By the way, I have always wanted to ask you, where did you find that song in your comic advertisement?" Jiang Nan finished writing what she had and was about to bring the information to the studio, but suddenly remembered something, turned around and tilted her head and said to Yang Yixiao.

"Uh..." Yang was stunned, and then grinned: "The song written by a friend who is very talented in music is the song I hummed at your house that day, and they are all alone."

"Well! That's it!" Jiang Nan's perfectly cut water-cut eyes narrowed, which was a sign that her other personality was about to dominate: "You have friends who are very talented in painting, friends who are very talented in music, and are there any other friends who are very talented, introduce them to me!"

Yang Yi was so excited that he couldn't resist it, so he had to hum and stammer. Fortunately, there were classmates coming and passing around, so Jiang Nan couldn't find out more. He returned to his usual quiet appearance and waved to Yang Yi with a smile: "Wait and go to the studio to find me, and help me 'select' some good radio tracks. I'll use it when the broadcast ends."

His face is as quiet as water, gentle and clear, but what is hidden in the delicate heart of the seven orifices is the anger and reproach for the boy without telling the truth and the little stingy arrogance of being unwilling to be left behind.

After staying in the classroom for a while, Fernando Pessoa's "Gathering Record". After taking notes at several exciting places, Yang Yi stood up and moved his neck. The broadcasting of the school radio station has come to an end. If he doesn't set off at this time, he may not be able to catch up with the ending song that helped Jiang Nan find the broadcast.

Walk out of the classroom, walk through the corridor, walk down the stairs... pass through the flower terrace, pass through the shade of the trees, and pass through the sea of ​​people.

On Friday afternoon, the sunset was setting, and the gorgeous sunset was reflected on every youthful face on the campus, brilliantly shining into an indescribable color. Some leaves were falling and more were about to fall, but at this moment, the noisy and noisy campus did not appear desolate.

Among these many chaotic voices, Jiang Nan's unique gentle voice was reciting a poem. Yang Yi was moving forward briskly as he listened to this voice that could make him feel peaceful and happy.

However, just when he was about to get downstairs to the experiment, his brows frowned helplessly and sighed in his heart. Because it was Zhou Shao's group who was blocking downstairs. Zhou Shao stood in the crowd, holding a guitar, and there was a Sony amplifier placed around him in a slightly exaggerated manner. This thing was in Yuezhou in 1997, but only some wealthy enthusiasts would toss and make quasi-luxury products.

Outside this center, there were more than one or two hundred soy sauces watching the fun. More people were watching from afar, and they were also pulling their companions to inquire with curiosity and excitement.

Before Yang got closer, Zhou Shao's performance began. The guitar strings trembled slightly, and his performance level was considered medium in the amateur range. But for high school students whose main task at this stage was to study, the rich young master's singing style was comparable to that of a campus singer.

After a confession of "Jiang Nan, this song is given to you", the song sounded.

The song "Andy Lau's true forever" may lack a little heaviness and vicissitudes, or there may not be the bitterness and infatuation of the original singer. However, with the still proficient guitar accompaniment, Zhou Shaona's deliberate imitation similar to the original singer is enough to have a significant impact on the students who are three points and one line in their daily life.

In addition to the amplifier equipment in this place, it is obviously a confession prop that has been carefully prepared for a long time. This situation makes the little girls around them feel sore--it's so romantic. A love song presented by someone who is secretly in love on campus is probably the ultimate dream of girls at this stage.

The sound of high-power amplifiers, the sound of people around applauding and whistling, and the noise of people in the distance running over hurriedly made the sound wave suppress the broadcasting station for a moment, causing a figure to pop out in the broadcasting room on the third floor. Ai Ye, a sophisticated senior sister who hosted today's program with Jiang Nan. The girl with a generous appearance shook her head, and then closed the window that was originally slightly open and had a good sound insulation effect.

This girl, who is named after the Chinese medicine and is obviously a family-educated girl, couldn't help but feel a little emotional and envious at this moment. She turned around and looked at Jiang Nan, who was still chanting poems seriously. The girl's silhouette was a little blurred in the clear sunset, and she suspected to be the mysterious beauty of heaven and man. I think such a girl should be sought after.

And under such a setting, Yang Yi walked from a distance and approached, as if he had some lonely aura, which made people see him at a glance in the crowd.

There were more than a dozen or twenty students who knew the three of them, and they all watched Yang Yi walking in, and then jumped back to Zhou Shao, who was still holding the guitar like a prince of love songs, and his eyes were filled with sympathy for the weak who was at a disadvantage.

And more students who didn't know Yang Yi, but only knew that Zhou Shao Daming saw some people's eyes jumping back and forth, then curiously started to look around. After understanding the whole story, they almost gave Yang Yi the approaching look "You are seeking death."

Although Zhou Shao and his gang are domineering and arrogant in school, they are not like mad dogs who bite people when they see each other. On the contrary, this gang has a good relationship with some top students who are good at studying and are also very flirtatious. At least they can maintain their surface harmony.

So when Yang Yi was alone and fearlessly traveling through the crowd, many people were thinking about watching the fun, wanting to see how sacred this person who touched Zhou Shao's tiger's butt was, and what kind of ugly way would he die.

However, to people's surprise, Yang Yi, who walked into the crowd, calmly crossed the amplifier machine on the ground without any change in expression, and actually walked out of the crowd and into the experimental building.

Unexpectedly, one side was angry and challenged, and the other side directly used force to take action.

Some of Zhou Shao's group sneered. They naturally understood Yang Yi's ignorance in order to make a fuss in their hearts, so they escaped like an ostrich. Some people asked Zhou Shao with their eyes whether to stop Yang Yi.

The rich young man shook his head disdainfully. Why do you have to do something unfair in public at this time? I believe that when Jiang Nan comes out, the public opinion around him will be enough to make a judgment on the superiority of the boy, use the voices of others to set off himself and add icing on the cake. This is the most clever way to pursue a girl.

After comparing the performances of the two parties, more girls started chattering about Yang Yi's failure and cowardice: "I thought that those who dared to rob friends with Zhou Shao would be so bold. It turned out that they were also a sissy who was afraid of trouble."

"You can't blame him, right?" Some girls recalled Zhou Shao's domineeringness and shook their heads in a tone that was quite pertinent but full of sympathy for the weak, "Even if it's good to be able to take the initiative to find that broadcast girl in this situation, it's not everyone can compete with Zhou Shao."

"That's right." Her companion agreed, and the topic returned to Zhou Shao: "But you can't say that Zhou Shao looks very playful, but he is quite talented and sings really well! I think that boy hid in because of his inferiority complex. He must be under great pressure to stand together like this."

...

None of the discussions behind it reached Yang Yi's ears. He was not as good as the wind, nor did he have the heart to do with the students' views on him. He was thinking about what to end the song for Jiang Nan.

Seeing that the person who was pushing the door was actually a pretty boy, instead of Zhou Shao who was singing downstairs just now, a hint of surprise and curiosity flashed in Aiye's beautiful eyes. Then, when he saw Jiang Nan's eyes suddenly become bright, he had a cunning smile like enlightenment and said to Jiang Nan, "I'll leave first, I won't disturb you anymore."

But I was secretly surprised. I didn't know what hidden advantages this boy who seemed to have a little bookish atmosphere had, but it actually made the young junior sister who was always gentle but dazzling.

...

Ai Ye's actions made Jiang Nan feel embarrassed that she and Yang Yi were forced to kiss. In a blink of an eye, the sudden world of two people came out, and the look of teasing when the senior sister left. Whether it was the quiet Jiang Nan or the rebellious Jiang Nan, they couldn't help but feel a little panic. Then they tried to read the remaining radio calmly, and took the Scottish bagpipe that Yang Yi had just searched for a bunch of tapes for a long time before picking out, and switched the broadcast channel with a slim hand.

"Now you can speak, huh! Sit, you." Jiang Nan let out a long breath, as if she exhaled the trance and trembling in her heart, and then looked at Yang Yi calmly.

However, because of the special glass windows with good sound insulation, I didn’t find that my voice had spread throughout the campus.

So the whole height became quiet.

Some people on the entire campus are still unclear, so they don’t know what plane this new campus female anchor is doing. And some students who reacted put down their things at hand with a sense of surprise or shock, pricked up their ears to listen to the follow-up, and felt a sense of excitement that they were afraid that the world would not be in chaos.

Ai Ye, who had already gone downstairs, heard this sound and immediately realized that it must be that Jiang Nan's little girl was panicking and did not switch the channel from the microphone to the recorder! So just as she wanted to go upstairs to remind the two of them not to cause anything out of control, another guitar sounded.

Thirty seconds ago...

Yang Yi sat down in the charming red look behind Jiang Nan's ears, and then asked with a smile: "Someone was singing for you just now."

The girl who calmed down looked up and smiled: "I still like the song from that day, why don't you also offer a song for me?"

A hurricane-like tide flashed over the entire campus in an instant, rolling into the sky, scattering two or three crimson clouds. When the students in Class 3 heard Jiang Nan's words, they couldn't help but feel upset in their hearts: These two people not only had extraordinary relationships in school, but they seemed to be more informative in private!

Zhou Shao's face, who was already full of confidence, became gloomy. There was a thug-like figure behind him and wanted to rush to the third-floor studio and was stopped by him.

Thirty seconds later...

"That's the person I miss you deeply love day and night. How should I express it? Will she accept me..."

Unlike Zhou Shao's aphrodisiac of making new lyrics, the classic ending song of the old boy, the fresh style of the music immediately captured the hearts of the 16 or 17-year-old young boys.

"Maybe I will never say that to her. I am destined to wander around the world. How can I have any concerns..."

The boy's low moans calmed down some people who were sneering in the moment when the song sounded. Maybe they didn't have enough memories like diamonds left after the years of refining, but they were still moved by this song that pursued youth and dreams.

"Dreams are always out of reach. Should we give up? Flowers bloom and fall are another season. Where are you..."

In the office of the first-year English teacher, when Jiang Nan and Yang Yi's voices sounded, He Yue subconsciously looked stern and wanted to go and see what happened. However, when he heard the singing echoing on campus, he was stunned and stunned.

Not only him, but some of the same young teachers behind him were at first watching the development of the incident and He Yue's Shi Qing Shi Black's face, but at this moment they all fell into their memories as they sing.

If those high school students stop because of the melody and the sad romance contained in the song, then the young teachers who have two more life experiences than them are shocked and painful because of the contents they sang in the songs - the scars that collide between reality and dreams.

"Youth is like a rushing river. You will never come back and say goodbye. Only the numbness left me, no longer the passion of the past... In the blink of an eye, many years of separation, joy and sorrow in the world, have been ambitions for all directions, envious of the geese flying south..."

Some girls' reactions were the same as Jiang Nan, and something wet in their eyes began to linger, feeling that their hearts were soft and powerless at this moment. Compared with Zhou Shao's song of love/love that does not match his age mentality, this old boy undoubtedly has the power to hit the souls of young boys and girls.

"The figures of each of them are moving away in a hurry. Where is the ordinary future? Who will give me the answer? Where are you who accompanied me at that time?..."

Even a group of senior high school students around Zhou Shao were stunned by the singing, forgetting that the person singing was the thorn in their eyes. These students were about to leave this campus. Compared with freshmen who had just entered high school, the lyrics sung by Yang Yishu may arouse their spiritual resonance: Where will their future lies? Who can predict? Can the friends and brothers who are accompanying you now join hands in their future life?

Suddenly, even the dark yellow light stagnated, time seemed to stop flowing, and everyone was listening and savoring quietly.

At this moment, Yang Yi made the entire campus silent. Many people already yearn for this boy who sang, wanting to see what kind of person is who can sing such beautiful nostalgic songs.

Then the song gradually became deeper until the last note drifted in the air, and the silence that grew in the song enveloped the entire campus.

But it seems that God is destined that this early autumn evening will be a day for students of first-year high school to remember for the rest of their lives. Just when everyone was still immersed in a faint sadness, Jiang Nan's voice came out through the channel that had not been switched, making some people go from being moved to being expressionless in their faces: "I will barely let you go today, but there is still the song in the advertisement, and you still owe me an explanation!"

Advertising song! What advertising song? In the eyes of some students who know Yang Yi, the image of the boy is once again filled with mysterious brilliance like a starry sky.

Yang Yi shook his head and smiled bitterly. Sometimes the girl's mind is just a little bigger than the needle tip. However, when he saw a music teacher in a corner of the studio, he didn't realize what had happened and what was happening outside. He smiled loudly: "Okay, it's better to have a day than a day, just once today."

After saying that, he walked towards the guzheng amid Jiang Nan's eyes full of light and the puzzled thoughts of all the students in the school outside the broadcasting room.

There were not many songs, only two or three songs. After Yang Yi accidentally heard the Chinese New Folk Music in his previous life, he had a whim. The People of the People composed several songs he loved especially, and then learned from several old men and ladies from an elderly orchestra in a small park downstairs.

It was just that it could barely be able to play it intact. It was not just that it was played by entertainment. This was Yang Yi's first experience.

The song he is playing now is the music of the character in the Taiwan Pili puppet show. Although it is just an interlude of the animated puppet show, it has a relaxed but heavy subtle feeling. After the old boy's campus youth song, it not only does not seem abrupt, but also has a wonderful effect of complementing each other.

The sound of the zither sounded like a clear spring leaping. In the twilight, the students in the first high school were not surprised by the fact that the studio boy was able to play the zither, and were immersed in a new spiritual shock.

The moon rose, high and far, the sky was between dark blue and blue and white, and there were one or two particularly bright stars, like lanterns on the road to the fairyland.

Wang Jing and others just woke up from the ending song of the old boy, but in a blink of an eye the performance of the guzheng was stunned, but subconsciously followed the melodious tune and beat.

The outline of the ginkgo tree gradually blurred in the night, and you can still vaguely see leaves falling and dancing, reflecting the light of the street lights outside the school gate.

Among the people who were still not leaving the downstairs of the experiment, some of them unconsciously leaned towards the stairs, as if they were being pulled by invisible forces, leading to the source of this wonderful music.

The night began to grow silently on the branches of the tree, in the classroom, behind the building, and the silhouettes became thicker and thicker.

Many students in the teaching building on the other side stood at the window of the classroom, and their eyes were still locked in the window of the broadcasting room of the experimental building fifty meters away, just like sunflowers chasing the sun's trajectory every day in the field.

The sound of the wind blowing down the leaves came, as if it was a harmony for the wonderful music that flowed into the heart.

There are tired birds returning home in the twilight, and the sound of falling on the rooftop of the building flapping their wings is like someone coming in the clouds. It is their light fur and slow belts fighting each other in the wind.

Some old teachers who like music couldn't help but shake their heads, and they were silent for a while, and they were obviously immersed in the world in the song. They felt that although this song was a little different from pure ancient songs, it was a touching touching feature.

When the old boy sang just now, they just smiled with the expressions of people who have experienced it, but they were not intoxicated. However, this new folk music with ancient charm made them admire and appreciate it from the bottom of their hearts.

Some things engraved in the depths of the soul are usually like diving into the abyss, but sometimes a song of ancient style and two freehand strokes can always make the people on this land suddenly moved at a certain time.

After a long time of the song, when it was completely dark, a boy standing at the window was awakened by his squad leader: "You can still leave, I want to lock the door!"

"It's gone?" The face was filled with regrets that were still unfulfilled.

"It's gone!" The stern female squad leader who was not as kind to the boy, also 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 the two looked at each other and rushed out of the classroom together.

The magnificent teaching building corridor is already full of students. The campus, which should be silent at this time, is full of tranquility and vitality - many people are staring at the stairs of the experimental building with their eyes burningly.

Until two figures, one graceful and one elegant, appeared side by side.

The whistle, scream and applause suddenly rang out. At first, it was just one or two, exploded on a certain floor in a scattered manner, and then circled over the crowded but empty campus, and it was very far away.
Chapter completed!