The school authorities invited parent representatives, including Jiang Fei's mother, to come to the stage to express blessings to the students. Hu Chunlai is worthy of being a literary and artistic person, and what he said was great and touching.

Especially the last sentence:

"Goodbye or never see you again, you all had your youth. Our generation does not have such a comfortable and prosperous life as you. I hope that all the students can use their dreams as horses, live up to their time, and work hard to pursue their dreams!"

The vice principal glanced at Jiang Fei at the backstage door and suddenly said:

"So, classmate Jiang Fei, do you have anything else to say to your classmates? Like everyone else, you will graduate and your high school years will end. You must have a lot to say to your alma mater."

Lao Peng killed him!

However, Jiang Fei really wanted to go on stage, but not to speak, so he said directly after taking the stage:

"Stop talking, let's play another song."

"ah?"

"Real or false!"

"fly!!!!!!"

When no one expected, Jiang Fei raised his guitar and played the intro directly. Without the vice principal’s instructions, the staff below brought all three microphones on the field near Jiang Fei’s guitar. Because they were not plugged in this time, only

I can rely on the microphone now.

"What can Jiang Fei sing?"

"Folk ballad!"

"I've never heard of this prelude."

"The arrangement is very plain and there is no climax." The band member invited to perform was a little disdainful. It seems that "Goodbye" is just a flash in the pan. The prelude of the song played by Jiang Fei now is very ordinary.

However, when Jiang Fei opened his voice, the feeling was completely different:

"When you get old

Hair turned white

sleepy

when you get old

Can't walk anymore

Napping by the fire

recall youth

"

"How many people loved you when you were young and happy?

Admire your beauty

Pretend or sincere

There is only one person who still loves your pious soul

Love the wrinkles on your old face

when you get old

drooped eyebrows

The lights are dim

The wind blows

your message

This is the song in my heart

"

When Jiang Fei sang the lyrics clearly and clearly, there was a moment of silence.

I didn't expect it to be such a song written to my parents, and it contained such poetic sentences.

“Original!!!”

“Original again!”

Someone below had already searched for the lyrics and shouted out excitedly.

"Music poet Jiang Fei!"

"My Brother Fei is too strong!"

"A great filial son!"

"It's a song written for my mother. It's so touching."

After listening to the first verse, Ding Jianguo silently played the bass in the background to match the tone of Jiang Fei's guitar.

Jiang Yudong and Hu Chunlai, who were originally happy, heard how many people once loved you when they were young and happy.

Admire your beauty

Pretend or sincere

There is only one person who still loves your pious soul

Love the wrinkles on your old face.

After reading this kind of lyrics, everyone realized that things were not simple anymore, and the way Jiang Fei looked at their performance made them react completely. He didn't want them to grow old!!

Miss youth!

"When I get old

I really hope

This song is for you

"

As Jiang Fei finished singing the last sentence, he also put down his guitar:

"I hope everyone will pay more filial piety to our parents who raised us after graduation. Now it's really over, in vain."

Jiang Fei, who surprised everyone, came off the stage and hugged his parents tightly.

Xie Jiji made the only complaint below:

"Why does my deskmate look like a 30-year-old..."

"Although it sounds good... but it's too advanced. Isn't Jiang Fei in his rebellious stage?"

The parents are all ecstatic. After tonight, Jiang Fei will become a role model for other children. Look at how filial and upbeat their children are!

That night.

Jiang Fei posted a photo of himself on stage with all his classmates on Weibo, with the caption:

"Actually, the so-called real farewell does not include Changting Ancient Road or urging you to drink a glass of wine. That is to say, after such a noon, some people just keep certain things in their memories, and one day they will have to say goodbye!

What you miss is not the beautiful scenery at that time, but every person in the scenery who experienced this incident. What you will never forget is not the time at that time, but the excitement of your own youth.

Goodbye, youth."

"This kid deserves to gain a lot of fans!"

"I'm afraid that sports students are literate, but they already have 5.49 million fans, exaggeration!!!"
Chapter completed!