The school auditorium was already full of people, and the freshman party had already begun. Several girls from unknown colleges were dancing on the stage, full of energy, and a bunch of men in the audience were shouting. It was a lively scene, and Ye Yizhe couldn't help but
He frowned.
A person walked from the alley to the backstage, and saw a person standing at the door. As soon as he saw him coming, he walked up directly, pinched his ears, and pulled him to walk inside, talking as he walked.
: "You are now a big star, let me wait here until now."
Ye Yizhe looked at Yu Zhitong with a sad look on his face. He did not expect that she would be waiting for him here all the time. If he had not come in the first place, he would not have been scolded to death by her.
What he didn't know was that Yu Zhitong had been smiling in her heart. Yu Zhitong was one of the organizers of this party. As the person in charge of the party at the School of Philosophy, she originally regarded Peng Ben and the others' mention of Ye Yizhe's coming as a joke.
For such a party, everything in rehearsal is indispensable. Ye Yizhe, who did not show up during the rehearsal, would not appear on the stage. Moreover, the party was slowly coming to an end. Ye Yizhe appeared at this time.
She was also surprised.
But she did not show this emotion on her face. She welcomed Ye Yizhe in with a little mischief in mind, just to see what kind of surprise Ye Yizhe would bring her. Although she and Ye Yizhe had not met much.
times, but she could also see that he was not someone who made promises casually. Now that he was here, he would not mess up her situation.
Being treated like this by her, Ye Yizhe really felt a little guilty from the bottom of his heart.
"Tell me, what are you going to perform later?" Yu Zhitong asked Ye Yizhe as she brought Ye Yizhe in amidst the surprised eyes of a group of people, then randomly found a stool for him to sit down on.
Ye Yizhe came close to her ear and whispered a few words.
Upon hearing this, Yu Zhitong looked at him in disbelief: "Can you do that?"
Seeing Ye Yizhe nodded, Yu Zhitong called the host to her side: "There will be one more program at the end, let's talk about the new students of the School of Philosophy."
The female host looked at Ye Yizhe next to Yu Zhitong and asked doubtfully: "He?"
Yu Zhitong said "hmm". Although the female host was still confused about who this person suddenly appeared, she just thought it looked familiar and she would not have thought that he was the Ye Yizhe they had been talking about these days.
Everyone who came to the backstage to rest looked at the stranger Ye Yizhe with confusion. Although there was a clear rule that no one from outside the venue was allowed to come backstage to visit, they didn't pay much attention to it. People were coming and going in the auditorium.
Who knows who exists? Besides, Yu Zhitong, the organizer, did not object when he was sitting there, so naturally no one would come to trouble him.
Finally, Ye Yizhe received the call. Li Hu said that he had arrived and asked him to come directly to the backstage. Even when he walked to Yu Zhitong, who was still standing at the door, Yu Zhitong leaned against the door frame and looked outside, not knowing what she was thinking.
What, apart from chatting with him for a few words when I first came in, I didn’t have much in-depth communication.
"What's wrong?" Yu Zhitong asked curiously when she saw Ye Yizhe walking over.
Smelling the body fragrance emanating from Yu Zhitong's body made Ye Yizhe feel refreshed for a while. The curves of her body were highlighted a little by leaning against her. People coming and going, both men and women, couldn't help but glance at them. However, men
The ones with a bit of lust, while the women are envious. Although they are annoyed that the people around them look at such beauties as Yu Zhitong, they have hope in their own hearts. It would be great if they could be so attractive.
.
"A friend brought me something." Ye Yizhe replied truthfully, and then he leaned to the side, and just like her, he looked openly at Yu Zhitong's body.
It had to be said that among the many beauties he knew, only Yu Zhitong and Feng Siniang had the best figures, and Yu Zhitong was even more charming. For men, she was a stunning beauty, but Ye Yizhe could only do it at the moment.
After some yy, he had broken away from his virgin body. When he saw Yu Zhitong's figure, he couldn't help but recall the way Feng Siniang was tossing and turning on the bed. Thinking of the sex that day, he felt a surge of energy and blood, and secretly felt something in his heart.
He thought, when he comes back, he must let Feng Siniang move to his place.
Within a few minutes, Li Hu trotted over. Before Ye Yizhe came to Fuda, in order to find his traces more easily, Li Hu searched Fuda in advance and became familiar with the places he often visited.
He had something to do in the evening. As soon as he heard what Ye Yizhe had arranged for him to do, he turned it down regardless of the cost and rushed to Fuda.
When he came to the door of the backstage, he saw a beautiful woman standing next to his brother Ye Yizhe. After handing something to Ye Yizhe, he stood up straight respectfully and saluted Yu Zhitong: "Hello, sister-in-law..."
"She's not your sister-in-law." Ye Yizhe immediately stopped him upon hearing this and hit her with a hammer out of habit. Who knows what words he will say next, it would be bad to ruin his image.
"It's not now, but it will be later." Li Hu touched his beaten head and muttered softly.
This sound was naturally heard by Yu Zhitong, who burst out laughing. Looking at the big box Li Hu handed to Ye Yizhe, he changed the subject and said, "Is it really okay?"
"Don't worry, my brother Ye Zi is well-versed in everything from ancient to modern times, both at home and abroad." Li Hu said a little dissatisfied when he saw that Yu Zhitong doubted his brother Ye Zi's abilities.
Seeing Li Hu's admiration, Ye Yizhe glanced at Yu Zhitong and spread his hands to express his helplessness.
At this moment, the host suddenly said: "The following is our finale program. We have invited a newcomer from the School of Philosophy to give us a wonderful performance. We welcome him."
When he remembered the applause, Ye Yizhe gave Yu Zhitong a relieved look and walked towards the stage. Just when he was about to step out of the backstage, Yu Zhitong ran forward quickly and whispered in his ear:
"Actually, Yu Ling and I were born on the same day."
Ye Yizhe paused and then walked onto the stage.
Upon seeing this, Yu Zhitong and Li Hu both exited the backstage and sat in the front seats, looking forward to Ye Yizhe's performance.
The lights on the stage dimmed completely, and a male voice slowly sounded.
Since the box Li Hu brought over was in the shape of a long strip, Ye Yizhe could only stand it in front of him, then walked to the microphone in the center of the stage and softly chanted "o, ouliye..."
Except for Li Hu, no one could understand the specific meaning of the Sanskrit sounds, so they spat out from Ye Yizhe's mouth. It wasn't until after saying a few words that someone reacted, and then spread the word to ten, and then to all the people sitting there.
It was the students who understood what Ye Yizhe was chanting softly.
Although they didn't understand it, everyone felt a moment of spiritual relaxation, as if their souls had been purified. Yu Zhitong, who knew the reason as soon as he heard it, looked at Li Hu and found that Li Hu had his hands clasped together and his head lowered.
He uttered words and closed his eyes piously. Affected by such an atmosphere, Yu Zhitong also did the same action.
They didn't notice that they were not the only ones. As Ye Yizhe chanted, more and more people closed their eyes and listened in the auditorium. Although there was no background music, it was not as good as the previous pop music and not as exciting as those that could excite them.
Such words uttered from Ye Yizhe's feminine voice gave them an unexpected sense of tranquility, as if they suddenly came from the hustle and bustle of the world to a Buddhist hall, and the stage also seemed to cooperate with waves of golden light, giving everyone a sense of tranquility.
The auditorium created an atmosphere of compassion.
In such tranquility, there were bursts of sadness. What no one noticed was that Li Hu took a slow breath, tears already fell from the corners of his eyes, and the corners of his mouth trembled slightly, muttering: Let me come.
If I can benefit all sentient beings in this world, I will immediately be born with a thousand hands and a thousand eyes.
This Sanskrit sound is called the Great Compassion Divine Mantra of the Dharani Sutra of Thousand-Hands and Thousand-Eyes Avalokitesvara Bodhisattva's Vast and Perfect Compassionate Heart, or the Great Compassion Mantra for short.