"Oh, my two ancestors, you two are going to have a date and wait until the show is finished! There are three more programs and it's your turn to go on stage. I just said that I couldn't find anyone, but I was so anxious!" The person in charge of the backstage was a young teacher in the music department. When Chen Chufan pulled Han Xiaoxi into the back door, he saw it at a glance, and then he complained.

Han Xiaoxi stuck out his tongue and pushed Chen Chufan forward unfaithfully, while he hid behind Chen Chufan. The boy touched his head and showed a honest smile, "Isn't this a hurry? I am the most time-conscious person!"

He couldn't just say that the parents of the little beauty beside him were also sitting in the audience as a special guest invited by the school. After the party, the little beauty had to be taken away by her parents, and she couldn't even make a date. This is too connotational, and he was afraid that the young teacher in front of him would not be able to accept it.

"Okay, okay, I won't go with you mushrooms anymore. Hurry up and prepare. You have to go on stage in more than ten minutes." The young teacher waved his hand and let the two go. There was no way, he was still very busy. He was still waiting to ask if the next program was ready. You must know that the school leader gave a dead order, and there was no problem with the performance today.

Because it was the 100th anniversary of the school, not only were there a TV station recorded it on site, but the school also invited several provincial and municipal leaders who were worthy of attention. There were countless alumni who had made a name for themselves. It would be a disaster to make such a big show and embarrass him at the party in the end.

Chen Chufan held Han Xiaoxi's little hand openly and came to the four people who had already prepared, and greeted the few people casually.

"HI, how do you feel? Are you nervous?"

"You are the protagonist, you are not nervous. What's the point of being nervous about us?" Ye Siying gave Chen Chufan a blank look and pulled Han Xiaoxi, who was still standing beside Chen Chufan.

Ye Siying is indeed not nervous. She has participated in piano competitions countless times and has long been used to playing the piano in front of everyone. The same is true for her mission today, of course it is very natural.

The boss Meng Wei glared at Chen Chufan without saying a word. The borrowed ancient armor really made Meng Wei wear the aura of an ancient general. He was not worried about Meng Wei and Chen Chufan at all. His boss was originally a calm temperament, so it was basically difficult to feel nervous.

What's more, Meng Wei and his girlfriend's performance is very simple, without any dance, but they just make some specific movements at some point, and even if they are nervous, they won't be seriously injured.

The few people chatted casually, and the teacher in charge of the backstage hurried over again. "Come with me quickly, the host will be reported soon!"

The teacher was led to the stage. The entire stage was covered by the curtain. The musical instruments and background objects needed were placed on the stage as required by the staff. The guzheng that Chen Chufan needed to play was placed in the center of the stage. Two microphones were specially prepared for him. One was placed under the guzheng, and the other was sung for Chen Chufan on it. The arrangement was extremely thoughtful. In particular, it can be seen that the school has indeed put a lot of effort into this evening party.

When several people sat down according to their positions during rehearsal, the host's report came from the front of the curtain.

"The following program is a self-created song "Jialan Night Rain" by Chen Chufan from the History Department and his classmates. It is said that this song is based on a sad and beautiful love story recorded in the ancient unofficial history of the country Z. Let us look forward to the wonderful performances of the History Department students,"

Immediately followed by noisy applause and whistle. Chen Chufan, who was clear-headed and clear-eyed, even heard some boring teenagers shouting "Come on, Chen Chufan" in an orderly manner.

"Sister, you think this is a 5,000-meter race!" After complaining in a low voice, the boy calmed down and began to pluck the strings.

As the curtain slowly opened, the ancient sound of the Guzheng sounded slowly. At this time, the stage lights had not yet turned on. In the darkness, the gurgling Guzheng solo seemed to slide down from the sky and then came into the ears of the audience below. The soft and ethereal sound seemed to have some magic, which gradually calmed down the noisy noise below the audience.

"Who played this Guzheng? It's very skillful! Principal Chu, the quality education of Minzu University is well carried out. I think the students in your school are all very talented!" Sitting in the front row of the stage, an elder who looked like a leader next to Principal Chu turned his head and sighed to Principal Chu in a low voice.

"Haha, Secretary Liao has been awarded the award, but the school has always paid great attention to the cultivation of students' interests, and now it requires comprehensive development of morality, intelligence, physical fitness and aesthetics!" Principal Chu was humble and began to boast about himself.

Secretary Liao smiled faintly, stopped responding, and quietly watched the show.

At the same time, not far from the two, Han Xiaoxi's mother was also whispering to her husband: "Little Xi said that the Guzheng in this show was played by that child, it's pretty good! It's quite talented!"

"Okay, just listen if you are talented. What if you are afraid that your girl won't get married? I'll be happy to think about that little boy every day!" Secretary Han said angrily.

When Han Xiaoxi's mother heard this, she stopped talking. She twisted her husband around her waist without any trace, ignored her husband's reaction, and looked at the stage intently, and her daughter was about to appear in this show.

At this time, the curtain had been fully unfolded, and the prelude of the Guzheng was about to end. A beam of light suddenly lit up and shone on the young man who was focusing on playing the Guzheng. Because of the effect of the light, it was as if there was only a young man on the stage, but at this moment, the soft piano accompaniment sound came from the darkness. The young man's singing also came from this moment.

"The wind curtain moves, the rain is lingering, who can understand the sorrow. Spring passes, the red face grows older, and how much white hair is added. The geese pass by, the lonely city and the lonely village, are you still holding on outside the lonely village......" The song performed by the boy's low and magnetic singing voice sounded in the melodious accompaniment, and a faint sorrow floated throughout the scene through the singing.

"Levels of layers are deep into the mountain. I heard that you are always alone. The rain is annoying. How much is it to wake up in a night of dreams..." The song went to the top, and the lights on the stage gradually became bright. The soft guzheng sound, gentle piano sound, melodious erhu sound and melodious flute sound were at the same time, and the singers confide in the audience to all the audiences in the audience.

Of course, it is indispensable. The two actors' tacit and simple performances, although they are just a few simple movements and helpless eyes, vividly express the artistic conception of the whole song.

After half of the song was sung, the instruments began to be played. The TV station staff who was responsible for camera on the stage whispered: "The lyrics and music of this song are pretty good, and I think it's very nice."

"Well, you can cut this paragraph back and recommend it to those people in the music channel!"

And the discussions between students in the audience were not so professional.

"This song is so good. Didn't you bring a recorder? Record it now!"

"Damn, I just got fascinated by it, I forgot! Sister, let's record it now, let's record it now!"

Chen Chufan didn't care about the reaction from the audience. He had already entered the state. The boy's expression was very focused and he sang very carefully. He was about to leave this familiar campus, leave his brothers who were with him day and night, and leave his intimate lovers. It was sorrow of separation that he could not get along with, and separation meant lovesickness. The whole song was full of lovesickness because of the boy's mentality at this time.

The audience is unprecedentedly quiet, the effects of the lighting effects are gradually dissipating, but the emotions brought by the singing are fermenting. It seems that everyone can hear their own story from this slightly sad song. Who has never had an experience of desire but not gaining? Who has not been far away but still misses him? There are even people with rich emotions, tears have already appeared in their eyes.

For example, Han Xiaoxi's mother. Perhaps because they are all people who are obsessed with art, they can always easily find resonance in various art forms, especially among the performers of the song, which made the mother feel even more touched. Tears were already spinning in her eyes, and her hands were tightly hugging her husband's arm, as if she let go, as if she sang in the song. The love was cut off by the collapsed mountain gate, and from then on, she could only hold hands and look at her tears.

Although Han Xiaoxi held the erhu hand and never stopped, her eyes never left the boy sitting in front of the Guzheng in the middle of the stage. Every move of his strings and every note he sang hit her heart and moved every nerve. Although he had been rehearsing countless times, he no longer had the freshness of hearing this song for the first time, but when he thought that this show was created by the boy and performed for her, the softest part in his heart could not help but be moved. The warm feeling spread from the bottom of his heart, the girl's expression became softer and softer, and the eyes looking at the boy became more and more obsessed.

"The Buddha once said that love in the past lives is deep, so you need to wait for a thousand years. I can wait for the next life only for the truth of my life. As you wish, wait for the next life to pass, wait for the dream to warm up and wait for me to play a guzheng song, layer by layer, the steps to enter the mountain are deep. I heard that you are still guarding the lonely city, and the collapsed mountain gate cuts off the love and suffering. We are destined to be together in this life. The night rain outside Jialan Temple is hoped for eternity." At the end of a song, the last note of the guzheng also ended unwillingly, but the touching touch to everyone in the audience continued. The song ended and the people were still quiet.

A few seconds later, when the first applause sounded, the audience woke up like a dream, and the audience blew up applause. Many enthusiastic children even shouted, "One more!"
Chapter completed!