The provincial capital is always prosperous, and the endless traffic and crowds are overwhelming, and Xu Xiaomiao, who was sitting in the car, has not closed since he entered the mouth of the provincial capital, and has been amazed.

Ah Kang covered his eyes with his hands and looked at the reflection on the glass curtain wall on the tall building not far away through the gap, with a look of longing, Song Mei was also full of curiosity, chattering with Xu Xiaomiao next to him about what to do if there was an earthquake living on such a high building, only Lu Shengjun was normal in the team, and even Yan Wushuang was a little distracted, looking out the window and not knowing what he was thinking.

Liu relative closed his eyes in the car, he only looked at the scenery of the provincial city twice and lost interest, this kind of prosperity is the level of Huazun County twenty years later, he has seen the third ring road in Kyoto that has been blocked for a whole circle, the financial center of the one hundred and one floor of the pearl, and the crowd of people who can't walk during the Spring Festival, so he has long been accustomed to these things.

"Hey, you're tired?"

Looking at Liu's relatively closed eyes, Lu Shengjun poked his arm and asked in a low voice.

This is in the car where Shantang College sent them to the provincial capital to perform. Shantang is nearly 500 kilometers away from the provincial capital, and it takes several hours to pass through the two municipalities of Jinmen and Kyoto, even if you take the highway, Liu Relative did feel a little tired, so he nodded and said, "Aren't you tired?" ”

"What are you tired of when you're young, you look at them." Lu Shengjun turned his head to look at the back row and said.

Liu turned his head and saw that the students of Shantang Academy behind him were all alive and vibrant, chattering and discussing what they had seen along the way, although they would be tired after a long time in the car, but their faces were still full of vitality.

"They're in good spirits. I can't compare. Liu closed his eyes again.

"No, it's Dean Li." Lu Shengjun smiled and continued to poke Liu Zheng. Only then did Liu Zhao find that the last few teachers and the dean were also holding their arms and closing their eyes just like his actions just now.

"You're the same as someone their age. It feels twilight. Lu Shengjun squeezed his eyes with a look of disdain.

Ryu didn't refute it, maybe it really had something to do with the mentality, but he didn't want to explain.

The chatting Kongdang Golden Dragon bus has driven into the campus of Beihe University, and this year's college students' art show is here, and all the teams will gather here and allocate accommodation in a unified manner.

It was still early to finish allocating the rooms, and Dean Li understood the mentality of these students very well, so he did not immediately lead them to familiarize themselves with the venue. Instead, they were allowed to move freely, and all the students shouted hooray when they heard the decision and dispersed.

This is the guest house of Beihe University, and now it is crowded with students who have come to compete, and the corridor is chaotic, and Liu has no intention of shopping, so he takes off his coat and lies on the bed.

The doorbell rang quickly, and as Yan Wushuang came to Liu Xiang's room, several other team members also came to him one after another, although they had already run in well with the students from Shantang Academy in the performance. But many times, they act alone in small groups.

"How about going around the university campus?" Yan Wushuang spoke, and at this time she was wearing cyan jeans. Pedaling a pair of two-cotton leather boots, it looks very pure.

Originally, Liu Relative wanted to take this time to think about the 'exchange space', but looking at everyone's expectant looks, he couldn't refuse. So he nodded, put on his coat and followed a few people out.

Nord Rivers University has a long history. Many of the buildings were built before the founding of the People's Republic of China, and they have not experienced much of the baptism of war. Therefore, although it is old but very well preserved, there is a thick historical atmosphere everywhere, and the greenery on the campus is also very good, and the roads are planted with evergreen plants all year round, so even in winter, it is still vibrant.

Its campus is larger than Shantang College, and the sight is more open, those basketball courts and football fields are surrounded by barbed wire, and there seems to be some kind of game going on inside, and the cheers and cheers come from afar, Liu is relatively not interested in these games, so he walks straight to a garden not far away.

The garden is not small, the pavilions are scattered, and there is a small pond opposite, the water surface is not frozen in winter, but there is a mist in the sunset, which makes this area look very poetic. There were also quite a few students inside, some of them seemed to be reading and studying, but more of them looked like couples, sitting intimately in the wooden hollow corridor and snuggling up to each other and whispering.

"Let's sit here for a while and feel the atmosphere of a higher education institution?" Lu Shengjun spoke, and he also liked this tranquil and carefree atmosphere, so he proposed.

Liu was relatively unrestricted, and followed the group to the seats of the wooden pavilion and sat down.

Not far from the opposite side should be the girls' dormitory building, colorful clothes hanging in the west-facing window to the wind, adding a touch of brightness to the cold winter sky, and the girls in and out will also be mixed with one or two boys, they and their girlfriends hug downstairs and then part, the late returning students come out of the library with books, the hurried footsteps seem to prove that they are really in a hurry, the old man with white hair should be a university teacher, their unhurried steps are like their lives at this time, Occasionally, I would see a long-haired boy holding a guitar playing the guitar downstairs and confessing to his beloved girl with a singing voice. All of this is a little familiar and a little strange in Liu Zhi's eyes.

This is the university, this is the last carefree time in a person's life, he has been in such an environment with friends on the playground sweat, secretly watched the school flower in the garden English corner to communicate with foreign teachers, and also followed the dead friend to the girl's downstairs to confess, he has not thought about it for a long time, and now seeing these suddenly makes him think again, remembering those years that have been lost.

"Wait for me, I'll go get something."

Listening to the sound of the harmonica, Liu Guan suddenly became interested. He stood up and ran towards the guest house like the wind, which surprised the people around him.

It didn't take long for Liu to run back in relative breath, this time with an extra guitar in his arms.

"I'm going, what's the matter, I'm going to perform my craft here and seduce the girls of Beihe University."

Lu Shengjun opened his mouth with a smile, as long as he saw the opportunity, he would lose Liu Zhuang's two sentences, which had become a habit for him, but he also liked to listen to Liu Relative playing the guitar and singing, so he quickly gave way to the side, leaving a slightly larger space for Liu Relative.

"yes, I suddenly felt it." Ryu didn't want to talk about it, he liked the atmosphere very much, as he remembered, he sat here, diagonally facing the sunset, opposite the girls' dormitory, he held his guitar and sang those old songs until it was dark.

"Did you write it yourself?" Yan Wushuang was also interested, although she didn't know why Liu Zhao suddenly jumped out like a child, but she was very happy, in the dusk when the evening breeze was blowing, she thought this picture was very beautiful.

Ryu shook his head, he adjusted the strings, cocked his legs to make himself in a comfortable position, and then played the guitar.

"Brother who sleeps on my top bunk, you who are silent, you who have asked me all those questions, no one asks me now"

He finished singing "The Brother Who Slept on My Top Bunk", then "You at the Same Table", then "The Wandering Singer's Lover", and then sang one song after another.

No one around disturbed him, and as they listened to him chant softly and quietly, they felt the faint sadness in Liu Zhi's voice.

The ballad was scattered in the wind, and Liu Zhao sang vigorously with his eyes closed, without stopping. He didn't care if these people could understand his feelings, but he just sang like this, and he was just nostalgic like this. He didn't know who would remember the songs that moved them countless times, the songs that they hummed inadvertently, who would still miss singing on the piano at sunset, watching the geese fly south, laughing about the days to come, who would remember the person who appeared again and again in their dreams, making them happy, sad and making them worry about it, but he knew that only when he played these melodies could he feel the innocence and beauty that he had at some point in the past.

Liu sat here like this, singing in his memories until dark (to be continued. )

PS: Today's state is very bad, so that's all for the time being