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MTL - Low Key Star-Chapter 74 [074] Tears
Chapter 74 [074] Tears
The moment he stepped onto the stage, Zhang Yang regretted it.
I shouldn't have spent my precious time tangling with Lin Yiran's affairs just now, even if I got divorced, I could get back together, not to mention that I just rejected her hint and gave up chasing her, so I can wait for her to chase me!
It’s the first time to sing on stage, that’s the point, okay?
Why didn’t I review the original procedure for going on stage just now? As a result, after I walked up, my nervous hands and feet were stiff, and my mind was also stiff...
The only good news is that the lights in the auditorium are very dim. Except for the old faces and serious and indifferent expressions in the guest seats in the front row, most of the students are hidden in the darkness.
Suddenly, there was a feeling of changing from a performance at a farewell party to an interview scene.
Zhang Yang walked towards the microphone set up in the center of the stage, while inhaling and exhaling, using the reverse abdominal breathing method to calm down the tense emotions, while recalling the opening scene he had originally planned in his mind.
Walking to the microphone, I still couldn't figure out how to start, so I stretched out a finger and poked the microphone twice, and immediately there were two "poof, poof" sounds in the huge auditorium.
There were laughter from the students under the stage.
"Hello, respected teachers, and alumni who are about to say goodbye. My name is Zhang Yang."
Zhang Yang took a deep breath, tried his best to make his voice sound calm and calm, and chatted casually, "To be honest, when I reported the program, I really didn't expect so many people to have the same idea as me."
Almost all the more than 3,000 teachers and students in the audience immediately understood what he meant, so there was another burst of laughter.
The dean at the guest seat finally couldn't bear it any longer, frowned, and turned to ask the old principal next to him: "Will this affect me?"
The old man with a smile on his face said "Hey", "This shows that our school's education is fruitful. We don't teach assembly line students, who are thoughtful, self-confident, and funny. That's great. Young people, you can understand." , understandable."
The director wanted to say more, but the old man waved his hand, signaling to listen to what the kid on the stage had to say first.
In the area of the second class of the third year, amidst the laughter all around, Lin still tried hard to hold his expression, but he still couldn't stop the smile from the corner of his mouth, so he had to try not to smile so obviously.
Wang Shanshan's tone was suspicious: "Are you still so confident in the original song?"
"It seems to be, even dare to whip the dead rival in public..."
Liu Chan nodded thoughtfully, "Poems, novels, and now songs, this guy has hidden deep enough."
Lin still kept his eyes fixed, pretending not to hear, but in fact, he really didn't care what the two of them were muttering. How could it be important for Zhang Yang to sing next?
Zhang Yang used the short-term buffer gained by paddling to finally recover some of his state, and finally remembered his opening words: "When we walked into the gate of this school, we thought this was the future, but in a blink of an eye, this has become the past .”
The originally noisy auditorium gradually became quiet after these words, and the atmosphere became inexplicably heavy and sentimental.
"Everyone's life is a straight line. We meet here for a short time, and then we will lead to different directions. Some people we are still familiar with may never meet again in the future. Knowing that one day, you will meet again And you can’t remember this person ever being in your life.”
"But some people, no matter how difficult it is to meet each other, are still unforgettable. There will always be a certain day, a certain moment, and they will remember her inadvertently."
After saying this, not only the students in the audience, but even the teachers were a little moved. Some people couldn't help remembering the names that were once familiar and now blurred.
Lin was still sitting between the two friends, but a haze suddenly passed through his heart.
I don’t know exactly what Zhang Yang is going to sing, but judging from the opening of this passage...it doesn’t look like a confession...
"With this song "You at the Same Table", I would like to give us the high school career that will soon become the past."
Fingers waved the guitar, and the soothing melody floated in the auditorium. Many students and teachers who knew music just listened to this guitar prelude, and felt their eyes brightened. The music I composed seems to be no worse than those of those stars?
Lin Yiran was also a little surprised, the feeling of surprise dispelled the haze that had just passed by, his back was straight, his clear eyes sparkled in the dimly lit auditorium, and he stared at the familiar figure on the stage without blinking .
"You at the Same Table" is not difficult. Zhang Yang himself is talented, and he has practiced diligently during this time. As soon as the melody plays, his emotions blend in, and his tense body gradually relaxes.
This song is a very common four-three beat, the rhythm is not fast, Zhang Yang looked at the area where the class is located, in the darkness, it seemed that he could vaguely see Lin still sitting there, staring at him with those clear and pure eyes.
Is she expecting?
"Will you remember the diary you wrote yesterday?"
"Do you still miss tomorrow, you who used to cry the most?"
Zhang Yang’s congenital conditions are perfect in this world, and he sings with an “unscientific singing method”. Although there is no vocal technique to deal with it, it is like a hibiscus coming out of clear water.
As soon as these two lines were sung, some of the audience who had whispered with their classmates and deserted were immediately attracted and listened silently.
Lin Yiran listened attentively, while his thoughts drifted along with the singing, faintly thinking that he told him that he loved to cry when he was a child, it seemed to be two years ago, and he still remembered...why did such a thing have to be written in the lyrics go? I will definitely never cry again!
"The teachers can't remember, you who can't guess the question"
"I also accidentally flipped through the photos, only to think of you at the same table"
These two lines of lyrics directly brought the artistic conception into the future. Everyone in the audience listened, the young students leisurely followed along and imagined, and the old teachers involuntarily began to recall.
Lin was still there in a daze, the haze that passed by just now struck again, and turned into a huge shadow, covering her inside.
At this moment, she heard the next sentence.
"Who married the sentimental you?"
"Who read your diary?"
Her heart sank involuntarily, as if she was suddenly placed in an abyss of boundless darkness, falling continuously, but the singing voice was still transmitted clearly.
"Who put your long hair up?"
"Who made your wedding dress?"
The deep and gentle words are clear and pleasant to the ear. The boy with clear eyes when he entered the school row seat, became middle-aged in a blink of an eye, became mature, stable, and his eyes were no longer clear. Holding the guitar, looking into the distance, recalling his past stories with singing, and missing the girl he once loved deeply.
"You were always very careful before and asked me to borrow half an eraser"
"You also accidentally mentioned that you like being with me"
“At that time, the sky was always blue, and the days always passed too slowly”
"You always say that graduation is nowhere in sight, and you go your separate ways in a blink of an eye"
The last sentence touched the softest part of many people's hearts at this moment. Some people began to think about it, some were slightly sad, some sighed melancholy, and some were silent...
Some people bit their lips and tried to hold back, but tears still flowed out.
A tissue was handed over from the side, Lin Yiran waited for a while, and finally reached out to take the tissue and squeezed it in his hand. At the same time, the tears finally burst, leaving two warm wet marks on his cheeks, falling drop by drop. On the school uniform.
Zhang Yang has practiced this song many times, but she has never had such emotions. One of them is standing on the stage and the other is sitting off the stage, but they seem to be able to clearly see that she has no subtle reactions.
She was in his mind, on that beautiful face that had once fascinated him, the expression of shyness and joy gradually stiffened, and the clear and clear eyes looked at him without blinking, gradually mist condensed and turned into crystal clear teardrops.
She blinked slightly, as if she wanted to hold back, or as if she didn't want to be blocked by him, but her vision was still blurred, and tears fell down drop by drop. that afternoon.
Acquaintance, acquaintance, confession, rejection, back to school, chant bamboo, piano, restaurant...
In fact, fried green peppers are really my door-to-door skills. My mother is ashamed of herself, but that day I asked you to try it first, just looking at you, and forgot to turn off the fire, which made it delicious when you tasted it. over... i...
I really wanted to kiss you...
"Who ever met the sentimental you?"
"Who comforts you who loves to cry?"
"Who read the letter I wrote to you?"
"Who threw it to the wind?"
The singing is neither fast nor slow, wrapped in a touch of sadness, reluctance, and regret, lingering in everyone's ears,
"The old days will be gone, and I will have my wife"
"I'll show her the picture too"
Lin Yiran finally took a breath and wiped away the tears on her face with a tissue, but soon got wet again. She covered her mouth with force, and Wang Shanshan held one hand firmly, but she still felt abandoned in the dark. In the abyss.
If there is light in the sky, what will appear will be the scene of him embracing his future wife hand in hand, right?
I may appear in the photos in their hands, still looking young, the photos may have turned yellow, but the eyes are still clear, concealing the envy and jealousy of the years they spent together...
"Who married the sentimental you?"
"Who comforts you who loves to cry?"
"Who put your long hair up?"
"Who made your wedding dress?
There were a lot of guests, decorated with lights, maybe in the place where I once sat and ate with her and disliked the plate of fried green peppers, she was wearing a snow-white wedding dress, with picturesque features and a happy and joyful smile. Pick it up at home, and come back later, this place can only be called my mother's home.
She will appear on another person's household registration book, will be hugged in the dead of night, will have children, may even get angry, quarrel, and cry... When she is sad, will she think of herself? ?
If I hadn’t sung this song, and hadn’t given up on her because I didn’t know the so-called entanglement, would everything be different?
In the street corner scene, the camera goes up the hand holding her, will you see your face?
Will the little child who looks exactly like hers throw herself into her arms sweetly, turn around and call out "Daddy" sweetly to herself?
…
It's too late.
The last note stops in the air.
Zhang Yang bowed on the stage, then turned around and disappeared into the stage lights.
There was a wave of applause behind him.
Someone shed tears.
(end of this chapter)