A week later, in the campus auditorium at this time. The whole school has filled the seats inside. Some are still standing there. Waiting for the opening ceremony.

At this time, Ling Xie in the background found a relatively empty place to sit there. looked at the people who were still rehearsing in the arena at this time. And Ling Xie's position was just right to see Ye Xuan and them, watching Ye Xuan twist his demeanor, and he was drunk.

After watching it for a while, I didn't look at it anymore. What song was Ling Xie thinking about singing at this time? "Love songs?" He shook his head again. said, "No, it's too boring."

"Hmm. It's better to sing the more hilarious kind. Platform? Well, this one is ok. That's it. ”

And the reason why there are two places in the second class of the third year. It's still because Tian Guoyu's old man saw Ling Xie's election. On a whim, I wanted to see what tricks Ling Xie could perform. There are only four places in the art department.

At about eight o'clock.

The party began. At this time, the president of Kyoto University, Tian Guoyu, came to the center of the stage and said, "Hello everyone. Today, we are filled with great joy. For 2020, a grand opening ceremony was held here. First of all, on behalf of the school and all the teachers, students and staff, I would like to extend my warmest welcome to the new students! I would like to express my sincerest congratulations to your parents and middle school teachers who have worked hard to nurture your healthy growth!

Students, the campus you have entered today is the highest university in China, and every year, a group of the best elite students from all over the world like you join in, inheriting our excellent tradition and profound academic accumulation. (A thousand words are omitted below.) ）

Over here. I won't say more. Next, we invited our children to put on a wonderful show. ”

The civilian school flower of Kyoto University, Tang Xue stepped onto the podium. The boys in the auditorium screamed instantly, after all, they were the YY objects of most of the boys in Kyoto University.

"Good evening, teachers and students. I'm glad that I'm hosting again this year. I'm also very happy here. I don't say much either. Delayed you, look at the handsome guys, the beauties time. The following is a sketch brought to us by Class 5 of our sophomore liberal arts department. At this time, Tang Xue, who was now on the podium, said happily.

Ling Xie also knew that he was the last to come to power. I simply came to the stage and watched other people perform.

Soon it was the middle of the night. "Time is rushing, and soon tonight's party will be over. There is also a performance in which the third class of the third year of the art department is invited to make an exception. Actually, I don't know what kind of show Ling Xie is going to perform. Now we have invited Ling Xie to come to power. ”

Ling Xie on the side slowly walked onto the stage. With a slight smile, he took the microphone and said, "Tang Xue beauty, hello."

Tang Xue smiled slightly and said, "Hello." And he went down. Seeing Tang Xue walking down, he didn't care. Then he said to the people in the auditorium, "Uh." What about you. Hello everyone, now I will sing the first platform to you to express the excitement in my heart. ”

When Ling Xie finished speaking, everyone in the audience. There was an uproar. "Classmate, go down."

"Who should listen to such an old song?"

"Yes. Let's go down. ”

When you hear what everyone says, you don't care. I started singing on my own.

Long platforms, long waits

Long trains

Carrying my fleeting love

The hustle and bustle of the platform waits lonely

Only the love of departure

Without the love of my return

Woo... Lonely platform

Woo... Lonely waiting

My heart is waiting, forever waiting

My heart is waiting, forever waiting

My heart is waiting, forever waiting

My heart is waiting, waiting

With Ling Xie's singing, and Ling Xie's voice is full of vitality, and it also has a magical penetrating power. Reaching everyone's eardrums, there were no more words that initially mocked Ling Xie. Replaced with the screaming at this time,. Everyone present stood up. Follow Ling Xie's singing. Roar, roar. They all waved their arms and swung their bodies.

Long platforms, long waits

Long trains

Carrying my fleeting love

Hustle and bustle of the platform

Oh, lonely waiting

Only the love of departure

Without the love of my return

Woo... Lonely platform

Woo... Lonely waiting

My heart is waiting, forever waiting

My heart is waiting, forever waiting

My heart is waiting, forever waiting

My heart is waiting, waiting

The people's interest was high. Ling Xie's singing also ended. Another crowd of screams. At this time, I don't know who shouted, "One more song." ”

Then they all shouted. Ling Xie also said when he heard everyone's words, "Thank you for your encouragement." Since everyone is so happy, I won't sing anymore. Let's play a tune for everyone. ”

"Okay."

"Okay." Although Ling Xie did not sing, he did not lose the atmosphere at this time.

With the consent of everyone, Ling Xie was like a magic spell in his hand, and one appeared in his hand. Green Rain Flute.

Then, Ling Xie played his flute. The gradually noisy venue calmed down. Only the sound of Ling Xie's flute could be heard. And everyone seemed to be blending in with Ling Xie's flute.

It was as if the breeze was blowing slightly on the prairie now. Looking at the endless green world, the complicated mood also calmed down.

At this time, Ling Xie's flute changed and became very ethereal. Suddenly, there was a sense of weightlessness, and it continued to decline at a rapid pace. Stopped taking it off the shelves again. Floating in the air without a trace.

Then the sound of the flute became louder again. The scene also changed, standing on the shore of the sea with a howling wind. The waves were mixed with the wind, and they swept the people. It makes people feel dead.

Relieved, the sound of the flute was muffled and sad. The people in the auditorium followed the sound of the flute. There are sad things. Thinking about it, tears flowed down his cheeks. And I don't know what's wrong with those who don't. Listening to the sound of the flute, tears also flowed unconsciously.

The whistle stopped. Looking at Ling Xiye, who was immersed in grief for everyone. Walked off the stage and disappeared into the crowd.