After sitting for about half an hour, I heard Fan Tingsheng's voice coming from the speakers in the room.

"Students, all of our class can come, and there are still a few old students who are too far away or busy with work to attend this class meeting, and we also feel very sorry. It's three o'clock now, and there are still two hours before dinner, and after my discussion with the class leader, I hope that everyone will gather in the living room and we will play a little game that we used to play when we were students.

On the one hand, I hope that it will bring back everyone's memories of the past university life, and on the other hand, I hope that it will enliven and enliven the atmosphere, and I hope that everyone will participate enthusiastically. After saying that, many of his fans took the lead in applauding.

Now, I watched more and more people walk towards the living room. Hu Cheng and his party had no choice but to gather in the living room with them.

When I arrived in the living room, there was a stage that had not yet appeared, and it was obvious that it had just been set up. On the stage, Fan Tingsheng stood on the stage and looked at the crowd walking over with a smile.

When everyone was almost there, he spoke, "Alright, let's start playing this game now." Its name is called Drumming and Passing Flowers. At that time, we used a book as a prop to pass on, and then told someone to stop blindfolded, and then the book was in the hands of that person and had to perform on stage.

And now with the development of technology, the way of playing is naturally more convenient. Each of us will be given a number, and then the computer will display this number on the screen when the person who performed last time shouts to stop, and the selected person will go on stage to perform a small show, and there will be a small punishment for not having a show. The first performer didn't shout to stop, so I suffered a little bit and was the first to go. ”

Although he said that he was a loss, in fact, the first person to come to power would have left a deeper impression on everyone, but no one questioned his words, and all acquiesced.

Next, everyone got a number, because it was a random draw, and the number was not kept secret so that the people next to them could see it clearly. Hu Cheng got the forty-three, and when his head was turned around, he could see that Ouyang Qi was spreading out the piece of paper with the forty-eighth number written on it.

"Everybody's numbered, then I'll start my show. ”

After speaking, Fan Tingsheng slowly closed his eyes, no one knew what he was going to perform?

After a moment of silence, he spoke: "I like that you are silent, as if you have disappeared, you listen to me from afar, but my voice cannot be reached. It's as if your eyes have flown away, like a kiss that seals your mouth. Just as all things fill my soul, you emerge from all things and fill my soul. You're like my soul, a butterfly in a dream, you're like the word melancholy.

I like that you are silent, as if you are gone, you sound like you are lamenting, a butterfly that is like a dove crying, you hear me from afar, my voice cannot reach you......"

It turned out that Fan Tingsheng was performing a poetry recitation, and Hu Cheng could naturally hear that he was reciting the internationally famous poet Nie Dalu's masterpiece "I Like You to Be Silent". I have to say that he was born noble, how could Fan Tingsheng's father combine with an ordinary woman and inherit the good genes of his parents, so his appearance is naturally needless to say. After this performance, everyone really applauded his performance, instead of pretending to cheer for his identity completely.

But the girls at the bottom, to be precise, the ladies are not very, even if the person in front of them is excellent. Because after the precipitation of time, they have understood that such a man is not something they can control, and it is best to make a judgment when such a thought.

Fan Tingsheng nodded with satisfaction when he heard this applause, and after the applause slowly subsided, he opened his mouth and said to everyone: "My poetry recitation is a brick throw, now let's see what kind of performance the next one will bring us." ”

At this moment, the projection screen on the wall began to scroll rapidly with many numbers. Many talented people in the audience began to pray that their numbers were displayed on the screen. The people who came to participate in the class reunion were all top students from West China University, one of the top universities in China, so how could the pillow people they choose be bad.

At this time, if you can show your face in front of everyone, it can be said that you have added a big tile to your future development, after Fan Tingsheng's sudden "stop", the first ten digits on the screen are four, Hu Cheng and Ouyang Qi invariably picked up their numbers and looked at them, unlike others, they all silently thought in their hearts: It's not me, it's not me......

And on the big screen, the single digit was about to stop, and finally stopped at forty-five, and there was a person at the bottom who screamed in surprise, just when everyone thought that the dust had settled, the screen flickered slightly, and it was this moment that made the surprised person just now experience a journey from heaven to hell.

This flash directly made five jump to three, Hu Cheng opened his mouth wide, pointed his finger at himself in disbelief and said: "This Nima is too fake, it's already forty-five, and it will become forty-three at once, there is definitely an insider." ”

Ouyang Qi gloated and laughed: "You are the insider, don't you know that this is selected by the computer? Why don't you hurry up and go on stage, what are you doing in a daze, everyone is waiting. ”

Hu Cheng had no choice but to walk on stage alone, Fan Tingsheng watched him walk up, with a look of triumph in his eyes and said: "I didn't expect me to be so destined for this gentleman, I just met and talked, I believe he will definitely bring us a better show than me." When he said this, he specially reread the word better.

When Hu Cheng heard this, he said secretly: Do you want to kill me, your little kung fu is still a little tender. Hu Cheng didn't say anything, took the microphone and started to perform directly, he thought in his heart, it must have been a long time since he had sung in front of so many people, and he didn't know how much essence the resonant cavity singing method given to him by the vice president could still sing.

"The clear and leisurely flowing water, the water rises, and it is moving. Scattered and combined with the wind of the years, the wind passes, and there is no trace. The sadness is far away from the sound of autumn, the sound is far away, and the love is far away. Gloomy resentment and resentment, love is broken, and red dust. Don't talk about merit and over-deserving praise, ask who is the hero and praise lightly, three thousand years of love is a dream......" Hu Chengcheng continued to sing.

The room was very quiet, very quiet, quiet enough to hear each other's heartbeats, although most of the people present did not understand music, or even listened to music, but they were all deeply infected by Hu Cheng's "Love in a Life".

A cappella, yes, it's a cappella, without any accompaniment, Hu Cheng just stood there quietly, and didn't make any movements, because this is a song that goes to the heart. Hu Cheng sang the essence of this song, the beautiful melody, the colorful prelude, and the rich harmony, which suddenly captured the hearts of everyone present. Listening to these lyrics, it should be suitable for female singing, but under Hu Cheng's interpretation, the lingering and sympathetic feelings are vividly expressed, giving people a different experience.

After singing a song, the aftermath is Liaoliao. There should be applause here, so there was thunderous applause in the audience, and everyone was clapping their hands involuntarily, but it was impossible to say whether it was sincere, such as Fan Tingsheng who was waiting at the bottom.

He just joked that Hu Cheng wanted him to give a better performance, but he was immediately slapped in the face. He didn't want to applaud Hu Cheng at all, but with so many people sitting underneath, how could he sit there without moving, so he had to act like he was pretending to applaud.

And as the host, he has to praise Hu Cheng, not to mention how depressed he is.

"This gentleman did a really good job just now, now let's start with the third place. ”

At this time, the uninformed people began to wonder: "Why is it so good to sing, why is it just brushed aside, this is not normal." ”

But I wondered, no one wanted to go up and argue with Fan Tingsheng, Hu Cheng smiled and didn't say a word, so many coincidences, how could he not know who did it, although it was a machine selection, but the machine had to be controlled.

It's just that what he doesn't understand is why so many people like to use this trick, Li Xueqian last time, Fan Tingsheng this time all wanted to make a fool of himself on the stage, and this time it was even more out of line, there was only one microphone on the stage, no musical instruments, and no accompanying music, it was only suitable for Fan Tingsheng's performance poetry recitation, which was also his home advantage, but Hu Cheng didn't care.

So the number of the screen continued to scroll, and in Hu Cheng's shouting stop, this time the screen stopped neatly on the twenty-third without flashing. Then there was nothing to do with Hu Cheng, and he walked off the stage directly under the admiring eyes of everyone.

Ouyang Qi had only heard that Hu Cheng was very talented before, and it was only when the piano was played at the freshman party that reached her ears, but there was no piano here, and he sang a song on the spot, and he didn't expect him to be able to sing so well.

"I can't see it, you still have two brushes! ”

Hu Cheng smiled proudly: "That is, although there is no legend of this son on the rivers and lakes, but wherever I go, there is my legend, understand!"

Ouyang Qi was willing to listen to his unnutritious bragging, and waved his hand at him: "Okay, others are going to start performing, let's see." ”

At this time, Hu Chengcai and Ouyang Qi looked at the stage. The next 23rd who went up looked fat and strong, where would there be Hu Cheng and Fan Tingsheng's kung fu, standing on the stage I don't know what they were doing, they came down after a while, and the audience laughed.

Of course, there are also good performances, cross talk, and storytelling, and they still won a lot of applause. As time went on, it soon came to six o'clock, and the game was over, and those who had not performed were either happy, some regretful, and so on.