Except for Yi Xiaochuan, the conductor, and Zuo Yu, everyone in Class 9 was equipped with a microphone, which made people imagine how loud they would be if they sang together.

But as Yi Xiaochuan's baton moved, Wei Dongkui sat on the piano and suddenly played a rapid rhythm, his fingers moved quickly, but no one could hear what he was playing, but Wei Dongkui's performance attracted everyone's attention.

With this tune, the rhythm is rapid, but light and smooth, like a person running, seemingly rapid, but very rhythmic, when the sound of the piano becomes soothing, like gurgling water.

At this time, Yi Xiaochuan's baton rhythmically cooperated with Wei Dongkui's performance, although everyone thought that this rhythm was good, but was Wei Dongkui alone in Class 9? So what are other people doing on stage? Isn't it possible to be a vase on stage?

Obviously not, and then Yi Xiaochuan's baton began to move again, Zuo Yu suddenly stood on tiptoe and danced in the open space left in front of the stage, the piano and Zuo Yu's dance posture were combined, forming an extremely perfect rhythm, so that people couldn't tell whether Zuo Yu's dance followed the music, or the music followed the dance, or the dance and music followed Yi Xiaochuan's baton.

But no matter what, everyone felt that this scene was extremely beautiful, and they were so perfectly combined, but with the movement of Yi Xiaochuan's baton, other musical instruments suddenly joined in, and the most incredible thing was that the addition of this instrument was not abrupt, but with the ups and downs of the piano rhythm, it was naturally added.

This is the erhu, a classical Chinese instrument, and the person who plays the erhu is Wang Ziwen, who seems to be feeling the rhythm with his eyes closed, and seems to be following Yi Xiaochuan's baton.

The piano is a classical instrument in the West, but the erhu is also a musical instrument with a long history in China, playing and playing, the perfect combination of China and the West, Zuo Yu's body moves, although there is no makeup, but it makes people feel like an ancient Chinese beauty, she seems to dance the neon dance, but it seems to be to match this song, some changes have been made.

An even more surprising scene ensued, as the tune ebbed and fell, different instruments joined in one after another, and although some of them were a little jerky in their control, the sound of the surrounding instruments perfectly blended the shortcomings.

When all the instruments were played under the command of Yi Xiaochuan, the whole style became high-pitched and intense, it seemed to reveal a feeling of wanting to explode, but it was extremely depressing, making people's hearts follow the melody, everyone was quiet at this moment, the music lingered in their ears, and they saw Zuo Yu's dance, and there was a sudden resonance in their hearts, as if there was a soaring flame burning on their bodies, as if they were about to shout.

However, the rhythm of the music makes them unable to shout, as if something has been suppressing them, the whole rhythm rises and falls, higher and higher, as if they want to shout, and finally they are suppressed, and they want to shout and finally they are suppressed, until they have a kind of desire to be depressed in their hearts.

Yi Xiaochuan's baton moved, and all the instruments suddenly stopped, leaving only the sound of the Chinese guqin, which was played by Su Xiuxiu, and Yi Xiaochuan's baton moved towards her, beating her.

At this moment, the voices of people suddenly sounded on the stage, and at this time they finally knew what the people standing in a row without instruments were doing, except that they were not singing in chorus, but solo.

"Those ignorant stories"

"That hazy feeling"

"That heartless indulgence"

"That carefree youth;"

Everyone standing in a row sang a sentence in turn, and when everyone sang, the instrument corresponding to them was different, as if to make up for the lack of voice, and Zuo Yu was still dancing with the music, her dancing and singing were in line with the music.

"In those violet years, there is always some indescribable sorrow, like pure white pigeon feathers, gently sweeping through the soft heart."

"In those green years, there were always some wanton and frenzied gorgeous conjectures, like messy and rapid heavy rain, which stirred up the summer of eighteen."

"Thinking about the minutiae of youth can make the corners of our mouths bend a touch of arc and create soft waves in our hearts."

"Youth is always so simple, like the green grass that exudes astringency and fragrance in a dream, so clean and beautiful; It's like a clear blue sky, but a hint of clouds. ”

When this sentence was sung, Yi Xiaochuan's baton suddenly rose, and all the tones suddenly began to play in an ensemble, and the blowing, playing, singing and dancing were perfectly combined.

At this moment, all the students stood up, the lyrics just now describe them, the repression just now is like their rebellious youth, suppressed under all kinds of sorrows, every time they want to shout, but in the end they are suppressed, and in the end they can only be calmed down, but in the face of more and more repression, they waited for this long-lost outbreak and burning.

Just like the music, they all stood up, their blood boiling, and although they didn't know what was going to happen next, they were excited to know what was going to happen.

In the love of youth, we have colorful colors;

The love of youth, we let go of colorful dreams;

The love of youth, our free and passionate running;

The love of youth, we bloom with endless vitality;

The love of youth, we have infinite infinity

When the last chorus was finished, the music rose to a maximum climax, and the students stood up and silently followed the rhythm, at this moment they seemed to be burning, as if they wanted to burst out all the energy in their bodies.

The music repeated, this time they didn't sing solo, but everyone sang the first part of the chorus, and finally the climax slowly fell, and the instruments began to stop one by one, without the abruptness of imagination, it felt so natural, and the students sat down silently as if after burning.

The solo of the instruments, the dancing of Zuo Yu, and finally the solo singing of everyone.

In the love of youth, we have colorful colors; The love of youth, we let go of colorful dreams; The love of youth, our free and passionate running; The love of youth, we bloom with endless vitality; The love of youth, we have infinite infinity

Until Yi Xiaochuan's baton stopped, only Zuo Yu's solo dance and Wei Dongkui's qin music and Su Xiuxiu's guqin sound remained, and an almost poetic scene suddenly formed on the stage, everyone felt so enjoyable, enjoying the tranquility of this moment, until the end, when the curtain was pulled down, there was still a long silence in the stands.

"It's so beautiful, it's so beautiful!" Kate was the first to react, she stood up and applauded, and then the talents in the stands reacted, and the crowd resounded with thunderous applause, at this moment Class 9 conquered the hearts of all the students, this song of youthful love, interpreting what they thought in their hearts, interpreting the depression in their hearts, and also ushered in a long-lost outburst

"You know, I never thought I'd see here, I'd hear such perfection, never, are they really your students?" When Kate sat down again, she was as excited as a little girl, and her mouth was full of admiration, "This is real art." ”

"Yes, they express their own hearts." Canglong replied, Canglong was also very satisfied with this performance, and even he never thought that Class Nine could perform so well, which was far beyond his expectations.

"Oh my God, I can't believe it, they're just a bunch of eighteen-year-olds, I can't believe they're so good, I finally understand why you want to stay in China, because they're so cute." Miss Kate didn't seem to find the words to describe it, and in the end she could only use cuteness.

And the students around me don't know why this beautiful foreign woman is more excited than them, can she also experience the taste of youth?

At the same time, Sun Liping, who was sitting in the stands of Class 9, seemed to understand what he asked Canglong at the beginning, this is really the first, the first in his mind.

The leaders and parents of the school are all talking about it, especially the parents of Class 9, and the scene just now made them feel really incredible, because they never dared to imagine that their children would be so good, and they never dared to imagine that their children played it.

"What a youthful love!" Secretary Yu didn't know whether she was happy or angry on her face, she just watched all this quietly.

The people of Class 9 returned to the stands again, and the judges should have scored after the performance, but the performance of Class 9 made the judges turn their heads and ears, although they knew that Class 9's performance was excellent, but they did not wear makeup, and the theme of their performance was different from the theme set by the school on New Year's Day, and the score for this alone would definitely be very low.

However, their performance really touched everyone, and if they really scored low, it is estimated that the students would definitely be unable to help but scold their mothers.

"First in Class 9!"

"First in Class 9!"

The judges were still hesitating, but the students shouted, and this was not the students of Class 9 shouting, but the students of other classes in the third year of high school were shouting, there were only a few people at first, and then the entire first and second high school and third grades were shouting, which made the students of Class 9 stunned one by one.

In fact, they don't want this nominal number one, they just want to show themselves, for parents to see, for teachers to see.

The voice of the first class in the ninth class resounded throughout the auditorium, almost reaching the peak, and all the students seemed to have forgotten that they also participated in this art performance.

"Be quiet, everyone, give the judges a little time." The teacher who presided over hurriedly walked out, and if it went on like this, it was estimated that the city leaders would not be happy.

After a while, the call stopped, but at this time, the pressure on the judges became more and more intense, but thinking of the entrustment of the school leaders, they gritted their teeth and lit up the scores one by one.

Eight nine-point and two ten-point points made the audience in an uproar, that is to say, the total score of the ninth class only scored ninety-two points, and it is absolutely impossible to get the first place in this score.

Seeing that the students were about to boil again, Vice Principal Li hurriedly walked up, picked up the microphone and said: "Class 9 performed very well, which is obvious to all, but it went against the theme of this performance, so the judges gave 92 points, which is reasonable!" ”

Hearing this, the students want to scold their mother, what kind of bullshit logic is this? Performances are performances, and there is a theme? New Year's Day is not a special holiday, what theme is needed?

However, under the gaze of the class teachers, the students had to die down, and the city leaders were still there.

"Now, I invite Secretary Yu of the Municipal Party Committee to present awards to the award-winning classes." Vice President Li looked at everyone with a smile, "Everyone is warmly welcomed. ”

However, except for the teacher in front of me, who was clapping, none of the students raised their hands, as if to say, "I don't like to applaud, what are you doing?"

The atmosphere in the auditorium suddenly became awkward, and at the same time, at the end, a female voice suddenly came, loud, and in English: "Wait a minute, it's so unfair for you to do this." ”

Everyone looked at this side, Canglong looked at Kate with an angry face, and wanted her to sit down, after all, Class Nine had already got what they wanted, and their effect had been achieved.

But Miss Kate stubbornly said: "No, this is so unfair, today I must take back this first to your students, according to their rating, this is the art of insult." ”