The second girl on stage was a girl from the music department, who studied bel canto and sang high-pitched songs, which shocked the audience.

After the performance, the audience suddenly burst into thunderous applause, because the singing was so good, and the progress of the whole song was like a torrent of water, rushing and driving people's mood.

"That seems to be Zheng Xue, the flower of the music department, right? It is said that his family background is also very large, and he is beautiful, and he was rated as one of the top ten school flowers on the first day of school, and if he can marry her as a wife, he will be prosperous in this life."

The boys in the audience talked about it, but as everyone knows, the girls on the side have a straight face, obviously resentful of Zheng Xue.

"The singing voice is clear, the flute sound is more melodious, and there is a student Wang Yuzhou from the Department of Architecture to bring us a beautiful flute music, please welcome Wang Yuzhou."

After the hostess finished speaking, there was sparse applause below.

"Who is Wang Yuzhou?" A boy in the audience asked the person next to him.

"He's the waste of our architecture department."

At this time, a girl on the other side interjected, with a look of contempt on her face.

"Look at the appearance of his turtle, how can he know the bamboo flute, he is a turtle, but I heard that their squad leader deliberately tricked him, so he will be allowed to come to power."

Obviously, this girl has a certain understanding of Wang Yuzhou.

When the boy heard this, he showed a look of sudden realization.

"I see," looked at Wang Yuzhou, and there was a hint of contempt in his expression

Wang Yuzhou didn't pay attention to what happened in the audience at this time, but looked around and found that Gong Xinyu really hadn't come yet, and walked to the stage with a great sense of loss.

However, the sense of loss on Wang Yuzhou's face fell in the eyes of the girl who had just sarcastically mocked Wang Yuzhou, but it was another charm.

"Look, you look at his dejected look, obviously scared, afraid that the performance will be ugly later, no, when he finishes blowing, we must taunt him well, just like his turtle look, is it worthy of the stage?"

The girl immediately said to the boy next to her, and when she saw the boy next to her nodding, the smug look in her eyes was even more prosperous.

Ma Ying was also offstage at this time, looking at Wang Yuzhou on the stage with disgust.

"As far as he is, he can also use the bamboo flute, even if he knows a little, it must be ugly, he is self-inflicted, he deserves !!"

Ma Ying is not like the girl just now, she shouts without taboos, she has been well-educated since she was a child, so that even if she despises people, she will take it to heart.

Wang Yuzhou repeatedly confirmed that Gong Xinyu did not come, and the host on the side was there urging Wang Yuzhou, and Wang Yuzhou had to pick up the flute

"The piece I'm going to play next is called 'Fifteen or Twenty Hours'

Presumably everyone misses the difference between fifteen and twenties, right? The feelings of youth, to now face graduation, and the trouble of finding a job, have made us upset, but the former fifteen is a kind of distant memory can only be remembered slightly in leisure time! I hope that the sound of my flute below will make you find that kind of memory."

After Wang Yuzhou finished speaking, regardless of the reaction of the people in the audience, he put the hole of the flute to his mouth and prepared to play.

"Cut, this turtle, still pretending to be forced there, he is" The girl who had just ridiculed Wang Yuzhou had not finished speaking.

I only heard the beautiful and melodious sound of the flute coming out of the bamboo flute.

The sound of the flute brought a cheerful and pleasant element, which made the audience immediately stop the chaotic noise, and stopped to close their eyes and enjoy the sound of bamboo.

Ma Ying, on the other hand, widened her eyes and said in surprise

"This—This is?

However, as the flute progressed, she slowly closed her eyes and felt the artistic conception contained in the flute with her heart.

Although the music played by Wang Yuzhou was a cheerful and joyful atmosphere on the surface, when everyone in the audience closed their eyes and listened carefully, they still felt a trace of memory for the loss of time, and when everyone in the audience integrated into the world of the flute.

I have felt it, time is like an arrow, the sun and the moon are like a shuttle, the youthful feelings of the past, and the shyness of facing the boy or girl I like.

"At that time, I wasn't what I am now," everyone in the audience sounded this sentence in their hearts.

And, Wang Yuzhou, who was standing on the stage at this time, also integrated into the world of the flute he made, he now completely forgot the rules, forgot the music score, and entered the realm of selflessness mentioned on the flute, if Zhao Songting is here now, he will definitely exclaim,

This is a genius who practices the bamboo flute!!

How can a teenager really go back from twenty to fifteen, this is just a kind of remembrance of the past! It's just a kind of sigh holding an old photo of the past!

Wang Yuzhou's flute touched the audience, the melodious flute sounded throughout the school, moved the whole school, and the students who were playing games in the dormitory stopped their movements and closed their eyes to listen.

Some people even shed tears, obviously because they have a deep regret for their past, but time will not allow them to go back to the past and do it again.

Time, arguably, is the most ruthless thing between heaven and earth.

Because you never know what's going to happen in the next second!!

As the song was about to end, Wang Yuzhou's mentality also reached the highest point with the song, and the last trill, shocking the audience, made the audience's hearts tremble with the trembling of the sound, Wang Yuzhou put down the bamboo flute in his hand and wiped away a little teardrop from the corner of his eye.

And the audience is terrible, there is no movement, and now even if a needle falls on the ground, you will hear the sound.

People don't want to break this artistic conception, perhaps because they are afraid to break this artistic conception!!

No one spoke.

Wang Yuzhou saw a person in the audience, a person he wanted to see the most now.

Gong Xinyu!!!!

Gong Xinyu's forehead was full of beads of sweat at this time, and she looked at Wang Yuzhou with tears in her eyes.

Obviously, Gong Xinyu just came, and was also moved by the artistic conception of the bamboo flute made by Wang Yuzhou!!

The four eyes only saw each other, the tenderness of the eternal moment, he understood her, and she understood him.

It seemed to be destined in a previous life, as if they had known each other a long time ago, and they didn't speak to each other.

Just nodded to each other.

At this moment, everyone in the audience woke up from the artistic conception of the flute and wiped away their tears.

looked at the two people on and off the stage