Dim lighting doesn't necessarily create a scary scene, such as what people are seeing right now.

An emaciated figure, a simple chair, a microphone with its back to the audience and only a pole, a guitar with only its head exposed, a light so dim that it was impossible to see the face. People were watching quietly, looking at the slightly swaying figure. I don't know why, but people always feel that that's where the story comes from, and that's what people really look forward to.

Lin Xiaoxiao's crying gradually stopped, she felt the strangeness of the stage, and heard the initial whispers of her classmates. So, she turned her head as well.

So, she saw it!

She saw the chair, she saw the microphone, she saw the guitar, she saw the still vibrating figure.

She wanted to run over and give him a big hug. Like a great sister hugging her brother who has loved her for many years, like a mother hugging her child who has returned home after a long absence.

She wanted to be like a girl in love, and suddenly rushed up and gave him a warm hug!

However, she was unable to move her own steps. The figure shook his head slightly, his movements so slight, so almost invisible. But she saw it so clearly.

At this time, the high part of the stage began to scatter petals downward. Yes, it's real petals, petals of roses!

The music sounded slowly, with the students' curiosity about him and the expectations of the students!

At this moment, Lin Xiaoxiao didn't know what to do, she was very worried about his body, but she was looking forward to his performance very much. She likes to watch her man show off his excellence in front of everyone, but she doesn't want him to get hurt.

Lin Xiaoxiao waited in the contradictions, waiting for that person's performance, waiting for that person to be able to let him go up and give him a hug.

From the moment the music sounds, people feel this familiar melody. Familiar drum sounds, familiar guitar sounds, familiar tempo shifts, familiar soul bands.

When the bell rang, the signal of returning home seemed to be a little embarrassing in his life

Black skin meant to him a lifetime of dedication to the fight against skin color

Years and months turn possession into loss of tired eyes with expectation"

How many of the students and teachers present have never heard this song! They lowered their heads and couldn't help but think of themselves, of their past, of their present.

The bell remembers the call home, but how long have we not been home? Years turn possession into loss, how many things have we lost that we should have?

The singing continues, these students who have lost their efforts, struggles, love, friendship, family affection, and care are all singing this "Glorious Years" together in their hearts!

"Today, there is only a residual shell to welcome the glorious years, hold on to freedom in the wind and rain, and after a lifetime of hesitant struggle, self-confidence can change the future, and ask who can do it"

When the tune of the music begins to change, people can no longer contain their inner excitement. They clapped their hands and stood up. They began to go from softly echoing to singing loudly about their inner feelings at this moment.

At this moment, the whole hall was moved; At this time, the whole venue was filled with the same singing. This kind of singing is so loud that people's skin can't stop it, and it is deeply rooted in their hearts.

This is a song that touches the heartstrings, and this figure that drives people leaves enough curiosity and emotion.

When the music faded away, no one sat down. They were all waiting, waiting for the moment when the figure would be illuminated by the light. As a result, the venue became unusually quiet again.

However, the results are not as one might think. The figure holding the guitar and singing the vicissitudes of life stood up with a little difficulty, his figure paused, and then stood straight again. It seems that at this time, people realized that the person was so tall.

Lin Xiaoxiao didn't wait any longer, nor did she care about other things. She reached out and wiped the tears from her face vigorously, and ran desperately to the man holding the guitar.

The stage is so big, but in Lin Xiaoxiao's opinion, how can it be so far! No matter how hard she tried, no matter how angry she was, no matter how reluctant she was, no matter how distressed she was, she couldn't come to that person immediately, immediately, instantly.

Lin Xiaoxiao scolded herself for being useless while running, if she could be the same as Jiu'er, she might not let him pause again. If she really was like Jiu'er, she might not let him get hurt at all.

Finally, she ran to his side. Looking at the blood still flowing from the guitar, she stopped the urge to hug her. She opened her mouth in surprise, trying to shout something, but she couldn't.

The tears in her beautiful eyes finally burst out. Lin Xiaoxiao bit her lip stubbornly, even though she was bleeding, she didn't cry out in pain. Because, at the moment, her heart hurts, it hurts. That kind of pain comes from longing, and that kind of pain is called remorse!

Time stood still, the stage stood still, the people in the venue stood still, everything just stood still. The only thing that is still active at the moment is the bleeding guitar in the field and the pain of longing!

"If there is an afterlife, I must be your guardian angel.

I'm going to be stronger than you, I'm going to be stronger than you.

Because then you'll be leaning on my side and never get hurt again. ”

Lin Xiaoxiao gently helped him up like this, and then the two slowly disappeared from everyone's field of vision. Their figures are always accompanied by a soft and dim light, as if at this moment, people know that this is a dream. Since it's a dream, let's put it in a dream! Only, is this really a dream?

No one paid attention to the host's final thank-you speech, and I couldn't feel the response of the students in the audience, and the two young hosts also ended early. However, in the minds of the students, that picture is still there, that person is still there, and that touch is still there.

That love is still there!

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