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It's all a welcome party. Yingcai is a gorgeous auditorium, and No. 1 Middle School is a gymnasium where you can't see the ceiling clearly; Yingcai is a luxurious lighting stage, and there are only temporary goods built of simple wood and metal shelves in the first middle school; Yingcai has rows of wide and comfortable seats, and the students of No. 1 Middle School have to carry the classroom benches to the scene by themselves.

After entering, a group of inspectors from the Education Bureau looked at the wooden backrest chairs that Liang Binshi had prepared for them. This son is filial piety, but he just hasn't had a good time with the local tyrant's godson.

It's just that they can't say anything. This is much better than a student who brings their own bench. No matter how dissatisfied they are, they can't move a sofa for each of them.

Besides, even if Liang Bin really gave each of them a sofa, they wouldn't dare to sit on it.

Do you want to affect it?

They don't want to be called bureaucrats just for two hours of ass comfort.

I don't dare to think that the conditions of No. 1 Middle School are not good. Someone opened his mouth to praise the talent, squeezing Lao Liang, but swallowed it back before he opened his mouth. Because he suddenly thought that Liang Binshi might be waiting for someone to mention this stubble. Of course, Lao Liang also wants to build a luxurious auditorium like Yingcai. But as a public school, the money to build the house does not have to come out of the pocket of the Education Bureau.

Whoever wants to mention this stubble, judging from Liang Binshi's past performance, he will definitely borrow a ladder to go up the wall and cry hard. Maybe you will cry poor throughout the party. Then the party will be even more difficult.

Alas, it is even more unlucky to have a son with a black heart and thick skin who will reach out and ask for money!

But thankfully, they don't have a solution without mentioning the above.

The leader looked at the students who were still busy around him, and said to Liang Binshi with a smile: "Old Liang! Is there any secret weapon at today's orientation party of No. 1 Middle School? The talented piano girl's song "The Mark of the Rain" shocked the audience. If you don't do it, you'll have to be inferior. ”

The speaker didn't really look at Yizhong and Lao Liang unpleasantly. There was a clear hint of ridicule in his tone. It's like a joke and a poor mouth between friends, at most, it's just a little dissatisfaction in my heart.

He knows Liang Binshi's character of not admitting defeat, but he doesn't think that Yizhong will have any chance of turning around this time. Therefore, he smiled and waited for Lao Liang to say a few sour words unconvinced, like every time he lost to Yingcai before.

I love to listen to this, Lao Liang's sour words can amuse a large group of people every time.

However, he waited left and right, but he didn't see Liang Binshi go crazy. Instead, I heard him laugh heartily.

"Haha, you guessed it. To tell you the truth, I have a killer feature for our party, and it is also a program performed by the representatives of high school freshmen. ”

Lao Liang, who has listened to Zhao Yiming's songs, is obviously full of confidence.

"Oh?" This time it was the leader's turn to be surprised: "It's better than Ning Muxiang's show?" ”

"It's hard to say. But definitely no worse than that little girl. ”

Liang Bin thought about it for a while, and said after recalling the melody he had heard before.

"What's that?"

The other party was completely confused.

"You'll know when the show starts. But you have to wait, my show as a freshman in high school is also the finale. ”

Seeing that the other party was confused, Liang Binshi sold Guanzi.

"Okay, you old Liang, and you sold Guanzi. Then I'm going to sit down and see what kind of medicine you're selling in this gourd. ”

So saying, he sat down directly on the throne.

When the others saw that the leaders had all sat down, they also took their seats one after another.

Not long after they sat down, the orientation party of No. 1 High School was ready. The host stepped forward and looked at the principal in the audience. After receiving a nod from the principal, he announced that the orientation party of No. 1 Middle School had officially begun.

Most of the programs in the First Middle School Gala are not outstanding, although they are not worse than those of the talents, but they are not much better. Coupled with the subtraction of the venue and lighting effects, most of the inspectors did not rate the party very highly.

The only highlight is the martial arts show. The performers are all girls, and they are dressed in black and white to practice kung fu. In the coquettish voice, a move is as fast as the wind, as fast as lightning, and a set of Wing Chun boxing is hard to beat Mount Tai to the top.

"Good ......"

The show finally made the inspectors refreshed and applauded.

But as the girls in the martial arts performance withdrew, two boys wearing glasses thicker than the bottom of beer bottles came on the stage and talked about cross talk that was not funny at all.

Their enthusiasm froze again at a rate visible to the naked eye.

Until the host announced, let's welcome the freshman representative Zhao Yiming to perform on stage.

At this time, the inspectors were slightly excited. Their excitement is twofold, one is that Zhao Yiming, a freshman in high school who is respected by the principal of No. 1 Middle School, has finally come on the stage, and he can finally see the true face of Lushan, and second, this student performed on stage, which also means that this bad party is coming to an end, which is undoubtedly better news.

As for whether they are more excited about the former or more excited about the latter. It's up to them to ask themselves.

Under the gaze of thousands of pairs of eyes, Zhao Yiming stepped onto the stage.

To be honest, whether in his previous life or in this life, Zhao Yiming faced so many people for the first time, and he was still very nervous. This can be seen from his slightly stiff movements when he came to the stage.

Realizing his nervousness, Zhao Yiming hurriedly decompressed himself. In a previous life, he was nervous in front of people, and he had a particularly effective method. He didn't know if this method would be useful to others, but it was certain that he could release his nervousness by relying on this method.

So, he took a deep breath and began to say silently in his heart to the audience:

You're all a bunch of potatoes,

You're all a bunch of potatoes......

When Zhao Yiming released his thoughts to the audience. In the backstage of the humble stage that was hastily set up for the welcome party of No. 1 Middle School, several students were hugging the stage at the entrance and exit of the stage to watch the stage.

"Zhao Yatong, do you think your brother is okay?"

A girl in her third year of high school couldn't help but ask beside her, a girl wearing a white short fight and practicing kung fu heroically.

Before Zhao Yatong could answer, a male voice rushed to answer.

"It's definitely not going to work. I have a junior high school classmate in Yingcai, and just now he called me to show off. He also gave me the song "The Mark of the Rain" that he recorded on the spot. If you don't accept it, you can't. ”

"Liu Jian, if you say more frustrating words, I'll hang you on the door."

Zhao Yatong glared at the boy who spoke, and directly blocked back what he wanted to say. Then, she was pulled by Song Chuxia: "Tongtong, don't worry about him." Obviously, the show is about to begin. ”

After subconsciously treating the people in the audience as potatoes, Zhao Yiming's last bit of nervousness disappeared.

He sat down at the piano and stroked the keys with both hands, but no sound came out. Then I checked the microphone on the piano and adjusted it to the most suitable position for me.

A few words must be said before the performance.

The humble stage of a middle school does not even have a newspaper screen. Instead of asking the host to announce his own show name to destroy the mystery, it is better to give it a try yourself.

"Hello everyone, I'm Zhao Yiming, a freshman in high school, and today I bring you a new song of my own."

"The inspiration for this song came from the first day of high school. On that day, our parents dropped us off at school and kept us busy, from carrying our luggage to making our beds and making the dorms, we enjoyed all the care of our parents. ”

"That's when I thought, this day is like this. But when we think about it, we have lived under their wings for more than ten years, and in the more than ten years that time has passed unconsciously, there is no day when this is not the case. ”

"It didn't take too long to write this song. But the name of the song bothered me for a long time. In the end, I decided to use one of the lyrics from the song as the title of the song and call it "Where Has Time Gone". ”

"Today, I dedicate a song to you. May tomorrow you dedicate this song to your own mom and dad. ”

After the last sentence, Zhao Yiming began to pluck the keys of the piano. He didn't know the piano before, but on Tuesday night, after sending Ning Muxiang back to school and deciding to use "Where Has Time Gone" at the welcome party. He used a piano skills book. Having learned the most basic fingering, he practiced the song alone for three whole days.

Three days! Even a genius can't know everything about the piano. Although he did targeted exercises, Zhao Yiming's voice was still a little green at the beginning.

However, when he slowly sang the first lyrics of "Where Has the Time Gone", everything didn't matter. Because the clear, gentle voice has slowly entered the audience's brains with the accompaniment of the piano.

The old tree in front of the door grows new shoots

The dead trees in the courtyard bloomed again

Half survived a lot of words

Hidden in a head full of gray hair

Little feet in memory

Meaty little mouth

Give him love for the rest of your life

Just for that mom and dad

As the gentle melody slowly flowed by, the strong call of family affection instantly penetrated the hearts and lungs of everyone present. Although it is accompanied by Zhao Yiming's not very professional interpretation, it immediately aroused strong resonance because of his sincere emotions.

Then, the tune of the music began to rise, and a violent emotion began to erupt:

Where has the time gone

I'm getting old before I feel young

Giving birth to children and raising daughters for a lifetime

My mind was full of children crying and laughing

The lyrics become plain, but they are more moving than anything gorgeous.

In the audience, whether it was inspectors or students, many of them had begun to moisten their eyes, some had tears in their eyes, some were quietly wiping away tears, and some had no longer cared about others and cried out loud.

Someone sang along in a low voice:

Where has the time gone

Before I could take a good look at your eyes, it was spent

Firewood, rice, oil, and salt for half a lifetime

In the blink of an eye, only the wrinkles on his face remained

……

Zhao Yiming's first singing ended, and even the accompaniment of the piano stopped.

However, the huge gymnasium of No. 1 Middle School has no sound at all and has become extremely quiet. It seems that only the lyrics of "Where has the time gone" echo repeatedly in the vast space.