Zhengji's warm and mellow voice sounded, and a song that everyone had never heard before sang out of his mouth, like a natural sound in people's hearts with a trace of indescribable emotions, like sadness, reluctance, and sweet warmth, all people, can't help but be stupid, this is just a prelude, but it has been sung in people's hearts, sung in the depths of their soul memory. Pen, fun, pavilion www. biquge。 info

Everyone, when you come to this time, it is not a certain sound, around you, there will always be all kinds of people appearing, or just a glimpse, or just a chance encounter and passing by, or a lifelong best friend, five hundred times of looking back in the past life, in exchange for the passing of this life, so to be able to become a friend, then how many times have you experienced the past life? A person, he can have no money, no rights, no reputation, but as long as he is a person, he will have feelings, he will have affection, love, friendship, with these emotions, in order to really exist in this world, friends, a seemingly simple noun, but it is a verb worthy of being entrusted with a lifetime, laughing together, sad together, walking together through countless days and nights of life, helping each other, caring for each other, this is a friend, in everyone's mind, involuntarily more or less emerged a few faces, some of them are still deep, and some have been like pearls as dusty as not clear, the sourness in the heart is not consciously stirredIn the past, we had different friends at different ages, and some of them have gradually blurred in the long river of memory, but that feeling is still fresh.

A little sad

A little worried

Life is inevitably bitter and parting

Lost

In order to truly know how to cherish and have

It's hard to give up

It's hard to stay

Today, we will say goodbye to each other

Cold and hot dripping in the heart

May I always have a smile in my heart

Accompany you through every spring, summer, autumn and winter

Zheng Ji eyes are like a secluded sea, the sincere singing voice echoes in the world from his mouth with the amplification of the sound, lost once, in order to truly know how to cherish and have, singing this song, his thoughts are flying, as if he has returned to the warm summer, as if he has returned to his childhood there, and Fan Cheng walked through the spring, summer, autumn and winter, catching loaches in spring, catching insects and cicadas in summer, running together in the golden fields in autumn, snowball fights in winter in snowy days, joys and sorrows, scenes, scenes, and Fan Cheng walked through the days and nights as if it was a movie replay floating in his heart, unconsciously, moistened his eyes, and his voice was a little choked。

The overlap of memories, the scenes of the past and present lives are recalled in the mind, gradually, the two people become one person, at this moment the singing of Zhengji with a thick sadness and magical magic is generally infiltrated in people's hearts, whether it is the audience or the guests on the stage, at this moment there are tears in their eyes, and Zhang Biyun, who is pushing a wheelchair, is even more teary-eyed at the moment, listening, his shoulders trembled slightly, and he couldn't cry.

"Hurt parting!

Parting though is at hand

Say goodbye

Goodbye is not too far away

If there is fate, I will look forward to tomorrow

You and I are reunited in the glorious season

Hurt parting!

Parting though is at hand

Say goodbye

Goodbye is not too far away

If you have a fate, you can look forward to tomorrow

You and I reunite in the splendid season "

The mellow and high-spirited male voice resounded between the world and the earth on the stage, resounding in everyone's heart, sad parting, what a sad three words, between life, there is no banquet that will not be separated, there is no inseparable personnel, parting is in front of you, or temporary, or goodbye! Subconsciously, everyone looked at the familiar face and figure beside them, and looked at the person they remembered in their hearts.

Zhengji sang a song, walked to the guest seat step by step, nodded with Zhang Biyun, who was crying, slowly walked to the wheelchair, took the wheelchair in her hand, and gently pushed Fan Cheng in the wheelchair to slowly walk towards the center of the stage, step by step heavy and slow, as if reminiscing, and seemed to be remembering, the girls in the audience, seeing Zhengji's frowning and depressed appearance, couldn't help but feel distressed.

"My dear friend, I don't know if you can hear the song I sing for you, haven't you always hoped to be able to stand on such a stage one day? Open your eyes, your dream will come true today, don't sleep again, sleep again, you will miss it, this song, I hope you can sing it with me," Masaki's voice as if muttering to himself echoed in the stadium through the stereo, and everyone heard the sadness and melancholy in his tone, and couldn't help but clench everyone's palms tightly into fists, looking forward to looking at Fan Cheng in the wheelchair, looking forward to the miracle.

"Whoa!" seems to be who took the lead, applause sounded like a thunderstorm at this moment, mixed with the call of teachers and students in the audience "Come on!", at this moment, the applause is not only for political discipline, but also for Fan Cheng, who is still unconscious in a wheelchair.

Masaki squatted next to the wheelchair, put the microphone between the two, and gently continued to sing with the soft music, accompanied by applause.

"Hurt parting

Parting though is at hand

Say goodbye

Goodbye is not too far away

If you have a fate, you can look forward to tomorrow

You and I are reunited in the glorious season

Hurt parting

Parting though is at hand

Say goodbye

Goodbye is not too far away

If you have a fate, you can look forward to tomorrow

You and I are reunited in the glorious season"

No one noticed that with the heartfelt singing of Masaki, maybe it was providence, or maybe it was Masaji's sincerity that touched the heavens and the earth, it seemed to be a fairy tale, and the unconscious fingers of the wheelchair trembled slightly, once, twice, three times, and gradually, the frequency of the fingers trembled faster and faster.

Zhengji didn't notice, no one noticed, he still looked at the vicissitudes and melancholy in his eyes, quietly looking at the sky, hugging Fancheng's shoulders, in his previous life, he was alone, and there was too much reluctance and guilt left in Xincheng, and Fan Cheng made up for him a little guilt, it was he, when he was struggling outside, always remembering his brother, in the same unit building, taking care of his own concerns, so that he could have a trace of warmth in addition to guilt, it was he who took on the responsibility of being a son for himself, not a brother, just like a brother, and now, he can only lie quietly in a wheelchairAt this moment, he suddenly regretted something unprecedentedly, if he hadn't been reborn, would Fan Cheng be fine?

"Woo woo woo", gradually, there was a burst of girls' cries in the audience, but many girls, listening to such poignant songs, looking at the two people on the stage who wanted to see but couldn't get acquainted, looked at Zhengji's melancholy expression, and couldn't help crying.

"Hurt parting

Parting though is at hand

Say goodbye

Goodbye is not too far away

Don't ask

Don't say

It's all in plain sight

This moment

Snuggle up to the candlelight and let us spend it quietly

Don't wave your hand

Don't look back

When I sang this song

May you have a smile in your heart

Accompany you through every spring, summer, autumn and winter"

"Cough, cough, cough" A cough sound, Masaki's hand holding the microphone trembled violently, his heartbeat almost stopped at this moment, his eyes widened suddenly, slowly, as if in slow motion, he lowered his head a little bit, and then saw a pair of bright eyes looking at himself with a hint of a smile, "Poof", accompanied by an echo after the microphone landed, Masaki looked at Fan Cheng who was looking at himself weakly in the wheelchair, a little incredulous.

"Ahem, the song, the singing is so good, it woke me up", Fan Cheng's weak voice seemed to be the sound of heaven into the ears of Zhengji, making his body tremble slightly when he stayed in place, and then, a bright smile appeared on the corner of his mouth.

"What's going on on stage? Why don't you stop singing?"

"yes, how can I look at him, as if he's talking to someone in a wheelchair?"

"No, could it be that his friend was really awakened by his singing?"

The audience in the audience looked at the situation on the stage in whispers, a little unclear, speculation was everywhere, and Liu Lu and several people at the front desk couldn't help but stand up at this moment, looked at the situation on the stage in surprise, and couldn't help covering their mouths.

It seems that after a century, Zhengji's heart has never been so surging as it is now, looking at this familiar face that has regained its agility, watching Fan Cheng finally open his eyes, he is a little at a loss, a thousand words, blocked in his heart, I don't know where to speak, and finally turned into five words: "You finally woke up!"

"Nonsense, you sing so loudly, can I fall asleep?" Fan Cheng showed the long-lost cheap smile on his face, although his voice was weak, it was full of vitality again, and it was like a heavenly sound in Zhengji's ears.

Zhengji looked at Fan Cheng, the smile on his face became brighter and brighter, he stretched out his hand, and held Fan Cheng's palm tightly, and a thousand words turned into a clasp between brothers.

"Cheng'er!" accompanied by a cry of mixed joy and sorrow, on the left stand, Zhang Biyun staggered over, with tears of excitement and joy on his face, rushed to Fan Cheng's wheelchair in three steps and two steps, hugged Fan Cheng tightly, and the pain and depression of the past few days turned into tears at this moment, sprinkled on Fan Cheng's skin bit by bit, cold and cold.

The politician looked at the scene in front of him, quietly took a few steps back, and looked at the scene in front of him with satisfaction, the hard work of the past few days, the hard work of the past few days, and finally the best ending for him, he was suddenly very grateful, grateful to God for treating him so kindly, and let the most important person around him usher in a new life.

And Fan Cheng in the wheelchair, at this moment, finally restrained his smile, his eyes were slightly red, feeling his mother's tears, he tried his best to raise his somewhat numb arms, and gently put them on his mother's back, tears also slipped down the corners of his eyes, hugging his mother's shoulders, he obviously felt that his mother had lost a lot of weight, and there were many more wrinkles on her face, his heart was pinched for a while, and it was no longer possible to suppress his feelings, "I'm sorry, Mom!" The three words, a weak voice came out of his mouth, with endless guilt and affection.