Wearing a white dress, she seemed to come from the sky and float out of the dust.
The melodious sound of the violin echoed in the air of the hall.
Her long hair was slanted, her eyes were clear, and her singing voice sounded.
"The fallen leaves piled up in several layers, but I stepped on my youth and heard it."
"Who was crying in the past life? Every fate ties a knot."
"I am still waiting for the rest of my life, so I can only be serious once."
"After confirming my eyes, I met the right person, I swung my sword and turned around, and the blood was as red as my lips."
"The memory of the past is not the blade that hurts people in the world of mortals, it's your reincarnated soul."
"After confirming my eyes, I met the right person, I rode out to fight, and the sound of the horse's hooves was like tears."
"The moonlight shining on the bluestone slab shines into this mountain city. I follow you all the way, hearing the sound of your reincarnation. I have a very deep love for you."
The soft singing voice hits the ears.
Echoing in the air and floating in the night.
At that moment, Chen Zongheng stood on the spot with his fists clenched.
His eyes, for the first time... were filled with mist.
Is it her? Is it not her?
Even though the appearance is the same again.
The sound has never been the same either.
It turned out to be someone... who looked so much like her.
After all, it's not her.
Chen Zongheng's breathing was slightly chaotic.
For the first time in many years, he was confused.
"Hey...what's wrong? You bastard, you saw this beautiful person and you can't walk?" Beside him, Qiu Shuangxia pouted and tugged at the corner of his clothes with some jealousy.
This brought him out of his confusion.
Chen Zongheng was confused and he slowly sat back on the chair.
Looking at the gentle, elegant and breathtakingly beautiful figure on the stage, his eyes were extremely complicated.
How much I want to see you again...even if we leave you only after a quick glance.
That beautiful silhouette of that year has become a fragment of memory.
Now, it reappears. Even though it is just an illusion, even though it is just a resemblance.
But it also made him confused.
He just sat under the stage, looking at the white figure playing on the stage with complicated eyes.
Memories keep overlapping, and the two figures look so much alike.
The memory of the past dynasty passes through the world of mortals.
It's not the blade that hurts.
It is your reincarnated soul.
I follow you all the way, the sound of your reincarnation, and I have deep affection for you.
Finally, the song fell.
The melodious and soft singing echoed softly in the hall, making people feel nostalgic and forget to leave.
This kind of performance is a kind of enjoyment.
No one seemed willing to wake up.
On the stage, Yuan Li stood up gently.
Facing the audience, bow down.
The scene was filled with thunderous applause.
Then, she gently pinched the hem of her skirt and walked gently off the stage.
After she stepped off the stage, she was about to walk back to the audience.
But suddenly, he was stopped by a figure.
A young boy held a blue rose in his hand and handed it to Yuan Li with a gentle smile.
"Little Li, congratulations on your successful performance." The young man's voice was gentle and his smile was warm.
However, when he saw this young man, Yuan Li's expression changed slightly.
"Thank you Mr. Mo for your kindness, but I'm sorry... I don't like flowers." She waved her hand gently, bowed to signal, and planned to walk away.
However, Mo Jia clearly had no intention of giving her a chance to leave.
He took a step forward and stopped in front of her again.
At this time, the music performance on the stage continued.
A group of girls were singing and dancing on the stage.
But in the audience, Mo Jiaming remained the same, holding flowers in hand and blocking Yuan Li.
No one dared to stop it.
Because this Mo Jiaming has a great background.
In the entire music department, almost no one dared to mess with him.
He applied for the music department just to play with women.
There are countless women in the music department.
In just two semesters of studying, he had already had hundreds of girlfriends and had affairs with countless girls at the same time.
This kind of emotion of a kid from a rich family is like a scumbag.
However, no one dared to speak against him.
Because his surname is Mo.
In this city, there is only one family named Mo.
"Xiao Li, tonight...accompany me to have a drink." Mo Jiaming stopped in front of her, persisting, still smiling.
This Yuan Li is a bitch who pretends to be innocent and builds a memorial arch. He has been invited many times but has been rejected.
But the more he was rejected, the more Mo Jiaming's desire to conquer grew.
Innocent bitch, he won't believe her unless he gets this woman Yuan Li into bed, fucks her hard, and takes a few nude photos.
There is no woman in this school that he, Mo Jiaming, cannot conquer.
"I'm sorry, Mr. Mo...I don't know how to drink." Yuan Li shook his head gently, refused again, and tried to leave.
However, Mo Jiaming snapped his fingers.
Several boys suddenly gathered around him.
Surround her.
Almost all of Yuan Li's escape routes were blocked.
Today, I will use coercion and inducement, even if I use force, to capture this woman.
As for the school leaders present?
Oh, he, Mo Jiaming, has already said hello.
There is really no leader in the entire school who dares to risk his life to trouble Mo Jiaming. Unless that leader doesn't want to live anymore.
In the audience, the students all had complicated expressions.
Although, everyone saw this scene.
But, no one really dares to take care of it.
Just kidding, who dares to take care of Mr. Mo’s affairs?
Yuan Li was left alone and helpless and was surrounded on the spot.
Her pretty face turned pale, and her beautiful eyes looked around helplessly.
Trying, hoping that a teacher can help her out.
However, the teachers and school leaders turned their heads and pretended... that they had never seen this scene.
No one dares to take care of this matter.
With a smile on his lips, Mo Jiaming handed the flower in his hand to Yuan Li.
"Xiao Li, it's okay if you don't know how to drink. Just drink with me once tonight and you'll be fine."
His voice was calm, with a deep smile.
He, Mo Jiaming, has never failed to get the woman he wants.
Under the auditorium, Qiu Shuangxia sat on a chair, looking at the distance with her beautiful eyes, and softly muttered, "That stupid young master has come to harm girls again."
She murmured something. In the entire school department, I am afraid that only the little witch Qiu Shuangxia dared to call Mo Jiaming this way.
Chen Zongheng on the side sat calmly.
He crossed his arms across his chest and looked indifferently.
He was also there, paying attention to the scene not far away.
But he had no intention of taking action.
Just looked at it coldly.
I can't guess his state of mind at this moment.
Because, after all, that person is not the person in memory.
It's just another girl who looks similar.
The person in my memory has long passed away.
And, if she is still alive.
You don't need your own help either.
That is a heroine!
Rather, it was the tender and pitiful girl in front of me.
Ahead, Yuan Li looked helpless and glanced around.
But no teacher was willing to get up and help her out.
Her beautiful eyes were red and pitiful.
In the entire scene, no one was willing to help her.
This Mo Jiaming is ruthless in his actions. Could it be that today, he will fall into the hands of... this evil young man?
He said that he would go and drink with him.
But, everyone knows. Once this is gone, you can never come back.
In the audience, Chen Zongheng looked indifferent, frowned, and lit a cigarette.
After taking a few deep breaths, he suddenly put out the cigarette butt.
Then, he suddenly stood up.
After all, he couldn't help it.
Trying not to be nosy.
But he could not see that the woman's face was destroyed.
Even if they are just similar!
Chen Zongheng looked coldly and walked towards Yuan Li step by step.