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"Don't worry, Comet Xian, I'll introduce you to a good friend." Liang Yinning walked between Lin Jing and Chen Yixian, took their hands and said, "This is Lin Jing." ”

"You can't be the Lin Jing that the newspaper said, right?" After Chen Yanxian looked Lin Jing up and down, she was surprised.

In fact, Chen Yixian was able to recognize Lin Jinglai, mainly because Liang Yining said her name, and a profile photo of Lin Jing was published in the newspaper, so she appeared in comparison.

"I just want it." Lin Jing nodded and replied, after experiencing too many similar scenes like this, she was already a little numb.

"The newspaper says you're not already ...... Ah, sorry, I was wrong, phew, when I didn't say it. After blurting out a few words, Chen Yixian realized that she had said the wrong thing, and hurriedly explained, and then quickly closed her mouth so as not to say too much.

"It doesn't matter, as long as I live well, no matter what the newspaper says, it won't kill me, will it?"

"Yes." Chen Xian nodded subconsciously and replied.

"Okay, don't talk about these old-fashioned dialogues, just wish me good luck, I'm going up." Liang Yinning interrupted the two parties who were about to start a little sympathetic, said good luck to me, and ran to the stage to prepare.

She wore a snow-white lace dress, sat in front of the piano table, and Lin Jing who was standing next to her looked at each other, with only her right eye, the five fingers of her right hand like a tender onion raised and made an ok gesture, and then a pair of arms like jade lotus roots were gently pressed, and then the sound of the piano like flowing water slowly flowed out of her fingertips.

The light and bright rhythm, the fresh and beautiful melody, it sounds like there is a gentle, beautiful, simple and lively girl dancing in front of you.

The sound of the piano is like a person, and the person is like the sound of the piano.

After a while, there was thunderous applause from the audience, and in the applause one after another, many young boys whistled excitedly on the stage.

Lin Jing was also slightly stunned when she heard it, although she had the memory impression that Liang Yinning could play the piano in her mind, but she didn't expect her to play so well.

"Comet Xian, you and Yin Ning, if you are an accompanist and a singer, it will really be a perfect match." Thinking of this, she couldn't help but say something to Chen Yixian who was listening next to her.

"Where, Yin Ning plays well, I sing just so-so." Chen Yixian and Lin Jing had only just met for a short time, and they were a little embarrassed to receive praise.

"When you start secondary 7 after the summer vacation, have you ever thought about applying for the conservatory of music, or ...... directly after graduation?"

"No, I just like to sing and have fun, and I don't think about it so long-term." Chen Yanxian was stunned when she heard Lin Jing's words, shook her head and said.

"If someone asked you to make a record right now, would you say yes?"

"Where would anyone ask for a girl like me who was so young and had never trained to make a record, and I had to go to school." She was a little curious why Lin Jing would ask such a question.

"I mean, after you graduate from Form 7, what are you going to do, if anything?"

"Hey, what are you talking about, it seems funny?" But it was Liang Yinning who finished playing the piano and quietly walked back after avoiding a bunch of enthusiastic boys.

Seeing Liang Yinning asking, Lin Jing roughly repeated what she had just said to Chen Yanxian.

"It's going to be a lot of fun to release a record, I'm a little excited, you don't want to, do you?" Liang Yinning clapped his palms and shouted.

In Liang Yinning's eyes, releasing a record is not a big deal, but an interesting thing.

"What's the matter, I just don't think I have the strength to let someone else put out a record for me." Chen Yanxian's face was slightly red, and she replied with some embarrassment, she had never thought about or dared to think about such a thing.

After all, from childhood to adulthood, her family instilled in her the concept that reading is the right thing, the so-called everything is inferior, only reading is high, and everything else is sideways, even if you like it, you can't take it for granted, you can only regard it as a hobby.

"So, if someone comes to you and puts out a record, you won't say no?" Lin Jing asked with a smile, she felt that she was a bit like the "wolf grandmother" who was "seductive" at this time.

"Refuse?" Chen Yanxian's innocent eyes were full of doubts, and she didn't understand Lin Jing's words a little.

"Ah Jing, why do your words make me feel as if you have a channel to release a record for Comet?"

"Not now, I'm just asking her what she thinks."

"Will it be in the future?"

"Who knows!"

Lin Jing replied casually, but in her mind, she was thinking about Chen Coxian, Huang Jiaju, and the future singer who was about to be "born", and other musicians she liked very much, and she was a little nervous in her heart.

……

At the end of the song, there was a dispersion, as someone said, no matter how good the mat is, there will always be a day when it will be scattered, and the students' self-entertaining party will finally end at about half past ten in the evening.

At the end of the stage, the boys and girls who had not yet vented their enthusiasm in their hearts, in groups of three or five, walked out of the campus while reminiscing about some interesting things that happened at the party just now.

"Looks like it's going to rain?"

"Listening to the weather forecast on the radio, it won't rain for a few days?"

"Don't you know that weather forecasts are notoriously inaccurate? It is better to believe in the weather forecast than to believe in the old blind man on the flyover. ”

"You can't say that, most of the weather forecasts are just general forecasts, maybe we have local rain here."

Lin Jing and Liang Yinning, as well as Zhang Chunmei, Chen Yueqin and Qiu Huizhi, were talking and laughing, and as soon as they walked out of the school gate, they felt that the weather had changed significantly.

The wind rose, and the cool sea breeze, with a hint of fishy smell, blew the surrounding grass and trees rattling.

"I'll just say, I hate wearing dresses, especially these ones!" Liang Yinning complained while pressing the corners of her skirt, which attracted a burst of laughter.

At this time, the sky was pitch black, and the sky halo peculiar to the light pollution of the big city could no longer be seen, and the stars and moon were even more shy and didn't know where to hide.

"I didn't bring an umbrella, everyone go quickly, it's hard to stop a taxi when it's raining."

"I'll take you back."

"We don't have the same path, where can we be together."

"Just turn around, come up quickly, or ......"

Whoa......

"Wow, it's said that the face of a child in June is a child's face, and now it has become a child's face in July, and the heavy rain is said to be down, and everyone doesn't want to become a soup chicken, so they all come up quickly." Liang Yinning opened the car door as he spoke, and took the lead in getting into the cab.

Seeing that the raindrops the size of beans were like pearls with broken threads, and the downpour was coming in an instant, they could only fish in and enter the car.

In the hot and noisy Xiangjiang River, which has been steaming and noisy all day, it was even more sultry by a torrential rain, and even the rain vapor had a breath of irritability after the soil was exposed.

Zhang Chunmei, Chen Yueqin, and Qiu Huizhi lived not far from the academy, but their homes were scattered, so it took a while for Liang Yinning to send them home.

Lin Jing, who was sitting in the passenger seat, witnessed the night scene outside the window that became blurry in the rainy night, with colorful neon lights, endless traffic of vehicles and passers-by holding umbrellas, and somehow remembered a movie.

(Good words, three winters are warm!) It's a new week, and the book is not far from appearing on the new book list! With the strength of the good wind, send me to the green clouds - all the students are the tornado that sends this book to the new book list! The keyboard strives to click on the recommendation to collect, and this week is guaranteed to be two more per day! ）