The moment he walked onto the stage, Zhang Yang regretted it.

I shouldn’t have spent my precious time on Lin Yiran’s affairs just now. I can get back together after divorce. Besides, I just refused to accept her hint and gave up and continued chasing her. I can wait for her to pursue me!

The first time I sing on stage is the key point!

Why didn’t I review the originally planned stage process just now? After I got up, my hands and feet were stiff and my mind became stiff...

The only thing that is thankful is that the lights in the audience are very dim. Apart from the old faces and serious and indifferent expressions in the front row of the guest seats, the majority of students are hiding in the darkness.

I suddenly felt like I had changed from a farewell party to an interview site.

Zhang Yang walked towards the center of the stage and set up a microphone, sucking his abdomen and exhaleting, calming his nervousness with reverse abdominal breathing, and recalling the opening he had originally thought of.

When I walked to the microphone, I still didn't remember how to start the show, so I stretched out a finger and poked it on the microphone twice. The huge auditorium immediately sounded "Puff, puff".

There were laughter from students in the audience.

"Hello, dear teachers, hello, alumni who are about to say goodbye, my name is Zhang Yang."

Zhang Yang took a breath secretly, trying hard to make his voice sound soothing and calm, and talked nonsense, "To be honest, when I was reporting the show, I really didn't expect so many people to have the same idea as me."

Almost all of the more than 3,000 teachers and students in the audience immediately understood what he meant, so they burst into laughter.

The director of the teaching staff at the guest seat finally couldn't help it, frowned, and turned to ask the old principal next to him: "Will this not have a big impact?"

The old man with a smile on his face said, "This means that our school's education has achieved success. We don't teach assembly line students, who are thoughtful, self-confident, and funny. This is very good. For young people, they can understand and understand."

The director wanted to say something else, and the old man waved his hand and signaled to listen to what the boy on the stage would say first.

In the second-class area of ​​the third year, Lin Yiran tried hard to hold back his expression while laughing around him, but he still couldn't help laughing at the corner of his mouth, so he had to try not to laugh so obviously.

Wang Shanshan doubted: "Are the original songs still so confident?"

"It seems that even dares to whip corpses in public and are enemies..."

Liu Chan nodded in contemplation, "Poetry, novel, and now I write songs. This guy hides it deeply enough."

Lin Yiran looked straight and pretended not to hear it. In fact, he really didn't care what they both muttered. How could Zhang Yang be more important in singing next?

Zhang Yang used the brief buffer he fought for by the paddling to finally recovered from some state and finally remembered his opening remark: "When we walked into the gate of this school, we thought this was the future, and in a blink of an eye, this place has become the past."

The originally noisy auditorium gradually calmed down after this sentence, and the atmosphere inexplicably became a little 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 now may never meet again in the future. I know that one day, you will never remember that this person has appeared in your life."

"But some people, even if they are separated, are hard to meet, will be unforgettable. There will always be one day, one moment, to remember her inadvertently."

After saying this, not only the students in the audience, but also the teachers and commanders were moved. Someone couldn't help but remember the name that was once familiar with and now vague.

Lin Yiran sat between two friends, but a trace of haze suddenly flashed through his heart.

I don’t know what Zhang Yang wants to sing, but judging from the opening of this episode... it doesn’t seem like a confession...

"I would like to give this song "You, My Deskmate" to our high school career that will be the last time."

The guitar is fluctuating with fingers, and the soothing melody floats in the auditorium. Many students and teachers who understand music only listen to the prelude of this guitar, and they feel their eyes lit up. They secretly praised in their hearts that Zhang Yang also had such achievements in music. The songs he composed seem to be no worse than those stars?

Lin Yiran was also a little surprised. The feeling of surprise dispelled the haze that had just passed by. His waist and back were straightened, and his clear eyes shone in the dim audience, staring at the familiar figure on the stage without blinking.

"You, the Deskmate" is not difficult. Zhang Yang himself has talent and practiced diligently during this period. As soon as the melody sounds, his emotions merge, and his tight body gradually relaxes.

This song is a very common 43 beat, with a slow pace. Zhang Yang looked at the area where the class was located. In the darkness, he seemed to be able to vaguely see Lin Yiran sitting there, with his clear and pure eyes staring at him.

Is she looking forward to it?

"Will you remember the diary you wrote yesterday tomorrow?"

"Will you still miss you tomorrow, you who used to cry the most?"

Zhang Yang's innate conditions in this world are perfect, and he sang with "unscientific singing method". Although there is no vocal technique to deal with it, it is just like a lotus that comes out of clear water and is naturally decorated, but instead plays out its strengths and avoids its weaknesses, fully exerting its innate advantages.

Only these two sentences were sung, and some of the people who were originally talking to their classmates in a low voice and were distracted were immediately attracted and silently sounded.

While listening intently, Lin Yiran thought to himself as he roamed with the song, thinking quietly that he told him that he loved to cry when he was a child. It seemed that it was two years ago. He still remembered... Why should I write such a thing into the lyrics? I will definitely never cry again in the future!

"The teachers can't remember you, you can't guess the problem."

"I just flipped the photos by chance and remembered you, who is my deskmate."

These two lines of lyrics directly bring the artistic conception into the future. Everyone in the audience listened to it, the young students followed leisurely and the old teachers began to recall it involuntarily.

Lin Yiran was stunned there, and the haze that had just passed came again and turned into a huge shadow, covering her inside.

At this moment, she heard the next sentence.

"Who married you, the sentimental one?"

"Who read your diary?"

Her heart couldn't help but sink, as if she suddenly fell in the vast dark abyss, falling down continuously, but the song was still clearly conveyed.

"Who has your long hair tied up?"

"Who made wedding dress for you?"

The low and gentle words and sentences are clear and pleasant. When the young man who was seated in the school, he entered middle age in a blink of an eye, became mature and steady, and his eyes were no longer clear. He held a guitar in the setting sun in the afternoon and looked into the distance, recalling his past stories with singing, and missing the girl he once loved deeply.

"You used to be very careful and asked me to borrow half an eraser."

"You also said it accidentally, I like being with me."

“The sky was always blue at that time, and life was always too slow.”

"You always say that graduation is far away, and you will 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 remember, some were faintly sad, some were melancholy sighing, and some were silent...

Some people bit their lips and wanted to hold back, but tears still flowed out.

A tissue was handed over by her. Lin Yiran waited for a while, and finally reached out to take the tissue and pinched it in her hand. At the same time, tears finally broke through, leaving two warm wet marks on her cheeks, and fell on her school uniform drop by drop.

This song has been practiced many times, but never once did this emotion. One of them stood on the stage and the other sat off the stage, but it seemed as if she could clearly see that she had no subtle reaction.

In his mind, on the beautiful face that had made him dream of, her shy and joyful expression gradually became stiff, and her eyes as clear as water looked at him without blinking, and gradually the mist condensed and turned into crystal tears.

She blinked gently, as if she wanted to hold it back, and as if she didn't want to be blocked by him, but her vision still blurred, and tears fell down, and the afternoon when she first sat in the tear light came out.

Meet, get to know each other, confess, refuse, return to school, chant bamboo, piano, restaurant...

In fact, I really have a skill in frying green peppers. My mother is ashamed of her own. But that day, you asked you to taste them first, just to look at you and forget to turn off the heat, which made you taste delicious when you taste them, and the heat will pass...I...

I really wanted to kiss you at that time...

"Who meets you who is sentimental?"

"Who comforts you who loves to cry?"

"Who read the letter I wrote to you?"

"Who throws it in the wind?"

The singing is neither fast nor slow, with a faint sorrow, reluctance and regret lingering in everyone's ears,

"The days before will go away, and I will have my wife."

"I'll show her photos, too."

Lin Yiran finally took a breath and wiped away the tears on her face with a tissue, but was soon wet again. She covered her mouth with force and held one hand firmly by Wang Shanshan, but she still felt abandoned in the abyss of darkness.

If there is light in the sky, it will be the scene where he and his future wife hug each other hand together?

I may appear in the photos in their hands, still as young as I am. The photos may be yellow and my eyes are still clear, concealing my envy and jealousy for them to spend the years together...

"Who married you, the sentimental one?"

"Who comforts you who loves to cry?"

"Who has your long hair tied up?"

"Who made wedding dress for you?

There were many guests, and the lights were decorated. Perhaps in the place where she had sat opposite her and despised the plate of fried green peppers. She was wearing a snow-white wedding dress, with picturesque eyebrows and a smile of happiness and joy, and was picked up from home. When she came back, she could only call her parents' home.

She will appear on another person's household registration book, be hugged in her arms when it is late at night, have children, and may even be angry, quarrel, and cry... When she is sad, will she think of herself?

If I hadn't sang this song and hadn't given up on her for the sake of completely ignoring the so-called entanglement, would everything be different?

In the street corner, the camera is holding her hand upwards. Will you see your face?

Will the little child with her eyes and eyes be like her sweetly thrown into her arms and turn to her head and shout "Dad" sweetly at her?

...

It's all too late.

The last note stopped in the air.

Zhang Yang bowed and greeted on the stage, then turned around and disappeared into the stage lights.

There was a burst of applause behind me.
Chapter completed!