The lead singer of the band added a grandson Ziming, and "Don'tBreakMyHeart" and "The Sound of the Waves Remain" were first sung at Yan University, and it didn't take long for them to become popular on the campus in Beijing. Although Sun Ziming has memories of two lives, he still does not have a keen sense of business. Fortunately, Uncle Zeng was a businessman in the art industry.

But no matter how Uncle Zeng persuaded him, Sun Ziming still rejected his suggestion.

"Uncle Zeng, the right of abode in Hong Kong has been completed, and I may not return to Yanda in the future. This album is supposed to be a summary of my college life, people have to leave something for themselves, right? ”

"But your classmates aren't up to the professional level! Do what you say, will there be any results? First-class lyrics, second-rate singing, and an unpopular band! ”

Seeing that the two were clinging to each other, Hu Weiguo was on the side and muddy.

"Otherwise, our band will be used during the 'May Fourth' performance, and the album will be released to the record company."

Uncle Zeng frowned, it would be very troublesome to do this, which involved issues such as copyright ownership and company regulations. However, this is better than listening to this stubborn donkey, and if you really want to use a bunch of amateur musicians to make an album, then don't you laugh off your big teeth?

"Uncle Zeng, if you don't have a compromise, I will privately pay to record an album for our band, not for commercial sales, but for everyone to commemorate. When the 'May Fourth' show, we must use our own band! ”

had to do this, Uncle Zeng didn't want to be too demanding, and he was young. What's more, Sun Ziming also made it clear that the album will not be used for commercial purposes, so there will be no legal disputes.

"Okay, I'll negotiate with the company."

Uncle Zeng left, and Hu Weiguo immediately reprimanded his grandson Minglai.

"You're in the water, huh? We're just a hobby, and you're going to eat on this! ”

Yang Zhonghua and they also agreed, everyone still can't taste the taste of memories, maybe they won't miss their youth until they are middle-aged.

The days were spent in rehearsal and rehearsal, and in the blink of an eye it was the evening of the Fourth of May. Everyone sat backstage and waited to play, both excited and a little sad.

The show arranged two songs by the band, and after this performance, Sun Ziming will go to Hong Kong. Although 'Summer Palace No. 5' will still exist in the future, it is no longer human.

Zhang Haijun was the first to leave, and now it is Sun Ziming's turn. In the second half of the year, Hu Weiguo and Yang Zhonghua will also go to internships. The band is left with Zhang Tao, who just joined, as well as He Qiangguo, the 'chief manager' and two girls.

……

"Next up: "The Sound of the Waves Remains", "The Crooked Moon", sung by the No. 5 Band of the Summer Palace of Yenching University".

The announcer is still so flat and straightforward, I don't know if it will be this style in a few years?

In the thunderous applause, everyone walked on the stage a little sadly, and it was Hu Weiguo who introduced the band members.

""The Sound of the Waves Remains" lyrics and composers: Sun Ziming, vocals: Hu Weiguo, arrangers: Zhang Hong, erhu: Zhang Tao ......".

Sun Ziming looked at his classmates in the audience sadly, tens of thousands of people were pressed in the dark. I wonder how many people will miss themselves in 20 years? I don't know how many classmates there are in Lu Dao, this is the most happy youth after Lu Dao? Perhaps their nerves are thicker, and they can forget the tragedy that was covered by blood.

'Take a fishing fire and let it warm my eyes.' Leave a piece of truth and let it anchor by the maple bridge......

The lingering bell is still beating my sleeplessness.

Dusty days will never be clouds,......。

The moonset is always a thousand years of wind and frost, and the sound of the waves is still not seen at the original night.

How can you and I repeat yesterday's story today?

Can this old ticket board your passenger ship? ’

The watery music, soulful singing, Hu Weiguo's white scarves, and slow dance steps brought the students into a classic love story.

The youthful boy and girl met, met and fell in love on an autumn evening at the edge of Fengqiao Ancient Town. In the end, because of unavoidable reasons, they broke up with endless thoughts and true feelings for each other, and returned to their respective worlds.

Today, 20 years later, two middle-aged men and women meet again by the Fengqiao. In the face of the river breeze and the fire and the sound of the ancient temple bell, the thoughts that have been accumulated in the hearts of both sides for more than 20 years suddenly burst out. After too many vicissitudes of the world, too many ups and downs of honor and disgrace, and too much emotional torture, I realized that the person standing in front of Lu Dao was the person he had to wait for in his life.

A few minutes after the singing fell, the crowd woke up like a dream, and the sentimental girl wiped the moist corners of her eyes, slapped her little slap vigorously, and the audience applauded like thunder.

Hu Weiguo led the crowd to bow deeply to the audience, and the applause became more and more enthusiastic.

After a few minutes, the applause faded away.

""The Crooked Moon" lyrics and composer: Sun Ziming, vocals: Hu Weiguo, arranger: Zhang Hong...... Erhu: Zhang Tao, harmony: Yan Xiyun, Jiang Li, Hu Juan".

'In the distant night sky, there is a crooked moon. Under the crooked moon is the crooked bridge, and there is a crooked boat next to the bridge, and the crooked boat is the childhood Gillian. Woo......

Gillian rocked the boat and sang the old ballad. The song drifted in the wind and floated to my face, and tears flowed down my face like the crooked river. Woo......

The crooked river flows into my heart......

My heart is full of melancholy, not for the crooked moon, but for the village today, and singing the songs of the past. The moon of my hometown, your crooked sorrow, pierced my chest. Woo-'

The sad and melancholy music reminded the students of the moonlight, small bridges, and flowing water in their hometowns, and with the shallow chanting and singing on the stage, many professors who had been away from home for many years burst into tears.

……

The audience was as silent as death, and the students who left home to study, the professors who left home to pursue their ideals, everyone was silently missing their hometown, and occasionally began to sob.

……

"Our band started last year, and within a year, one member left, and now another member is leaving. Tomorrow, he will go to Hong Kong to pursue his dream, and he is the soul of our band - Sun Ziming! ”

"My name is Sun Ziming, a native of Xiangxi, studying in the Chinese Department of Yan University. A year ago, when I came to the capital, how many times did I see the moon, bridges, and flowing water in my hometown in my dreams, and I couldn't help but cry. Tomorrow, I will drop out of school and go to Hong Kong to pursue my dreams. See you again, my teacher! See you again, my classmate! See you again, my alma mater! ”

Sun Ziming held the microphone, choked up, and bowed deeply to the teachers and classmates in the audience. Everyone woke up from their homesickness, stood up and applauded, the sad and long harmony sounded again, and Sun Ziming took Hu Juan with tears in his eyes and left the scene first.

The announcer also choked up and looked at the departing Sun Ziming, the band on the stage was still singing harmony, he didn't know whether to go up and continue to announce the curtain, or let the long, sad harmony continue.

The applause lasted for a long time, and the teacher in the background came to the stage to whisper a few words to Hu Weiguo.

""I Wish You a Happy Journey" lyrics and composer: Sun Ziming, arranger: Zhang Hong, vocals: Hu Weiguo, cello: Yan Xiyun ......".

On that day, Zhilu said that you were leaving, and we didn't say a word.

When the bell of midnight knocks on the door of parting, it can't open your deep silence.

On that day, after sending you to the most Lu, we didn't leave a word.

When the crowded platform squeezes the people who are sending them off, it can't squeeze out my deep sorrow.

I know that you have a thousand words, you have ten thousand words, but you refuse to say them.

You know, I'm so worried, I'm so sad, but I don't dare to say it.

When you pack your bags, unload that glory. …… I wish you a smooth journey'.

‘…… When you step on the platform, you walk alone.

I can only wish you my deepest wishes, my deepest blessings, my dearest friend, and a smooth journey'.

It was full of sad melody of parting, and the students in the audience also sang along gently. The students who were about to graduate and leave school couldn't help but hug each other and burst into tears.

Backstage, Sun Ziming buried his face in Hu Juan's arms and cried bitterly. Hu Juan hugged her lover and patted him gently on the back, not knowing how to comfort him, and there was a softly crying He Qiangguo sitting next to him.

……

Many years later, the students of these classes still miss that scene, and for the students of the 85th and 86th grades, it was a rehearsal of the end of their carefree youth.

Early the next morning, Sun Ziming came out of the dormitory with a backpack and Hu Juan. The corridor was full of people, everyone got out of the way, and applauded gently, I don't know who got up.

On this day, Zhilu said that you are leaving, and we didn't say a word. When the bell strikes midnight. Knocking on the door of parting, but it can't open your deep silence......

Sun Ziming held Hu Juan with one hand, covered his mouth with the other and cried, and left silently.