Chapter 80: A Faint Sadness of Youth
The shows were performed one by one, and as the time of the show in their class approached, many of the students in Class 6 did not have the heart to watch the show.
The only thing that the big guy expects now is that Xiao Qi can be like the last time he scolded Xia Anping, and he will be powerful and eyeballs.
At least at least, it should be above the level, and try not to let Class 6 be ridiculed by the whole school.
Of course, the most complicated mood is not other people, but two beautiful girls who have a close relationship with Xiao Qi.
Tang Mingxiang felt guilty because he pushed Xiao Qi out, but he was very uneasy about Xiao Qi's talent in acting, so he was uneasy.
If Xiao Qi's performance is average, it is nothing, after all, everyone knows that acting is not his original intention, but just suffered for others.
But if his performance is really unbearable, Class 6 will become a laughing stock, not to mention, the bright and moving girl is afraid that he will not be able to withstand this blow.
Huang Fucai is thinking, what song will this nerd make up to give to himself, as long as it is not a copy of "Two Tigers" or something like that, for the sake of his heart, he will gladly accept it!
Compared with Tang Mingxiang, the fairy classmate's confidence in her table is not small, not about Xiao Qi's ability, but because of her strong confidence in Xiao Qi - in other words, a girl in love is always a little blind, and the same is true for the beautiful and elegant fairy classmate.
Just when everyone was in different moods, with the end of a program, the announcer finally came to the stage again, and said sweetly and loudly: "Now please enjoy, Xiao Qi, a student from the sixth class of the third year of high school, sang solo, and the performance repertoire was "Li Lei and Han Meimei" composed by himself! ”
"Haha......"
After listening to this song title, many active people cheered up.
"Oh my God, what's the name of the song? Is this man going to sing the English textbook? ”
"Don't come to Tianjin Allegro, big brother, I'll kneel for you!"
"Xiao Qi, others are abstract art, are you back to basics?"
The students of the sixth grade were all joking and funny, but they saw Xiao Qi holding a bench and carrying a worn-out guitar, sitting honestly in front of the microphone.
After a few experiments on the guitar tone, Xiao Qi began to play the prelude.
Maybe it's because of curiosity, maybe it's because of the desire to watch a good show, all in all, everyone's jokes and conversations gradually stopped when the guitar sounded, and the scene fell into silence.
"It all started with that English book.
The boy in the book, Li Lei, and the girl next to him are named Han Meimei.
There's JimLily and Lucy, Kate Lin Tao and Uncle Wang, and a talking parrot named Polly, which flies everywhere. ”
When the first paragraph was sung, most of the students in Yuanyin Middle School smiled slightly, because Xiao Qi was indeed singing an English textbook, but the melody was also very good.
The melody is one aspect, and the other aspect is that a few lyrics sing the characters that everyone is familiar with, and the characters that are more familiar and close to the four heavenly kings.
What's next?
With this anticipation, occasionally a few people who wanted to speak were also stopped by the stares of their companions.
"I haven't opened it again in years.
But who and who is said in which paragraph can occasionally be savored.
Their joys and sorrows in the book, the rights and wrongs behind the book, and the vague ambiguity of growing up with me.
Later, I heard that Li Lei and Han Meimei failed to hold anyone's hand.
Lucy returned to China and Lijy went to the East, and she had so many boyfriends by her side.
Jim became a manager of a car company and married Mrs. Huaguo.
Lin Tao became a policeman, and Uncle Wang retired last year.
It's a pity that Li Lei and Han Meimei couldn't hold anyone's hand.
The same thing is that we all have one, which we didn't expect at the beginning.
Thankfully, Polly is still alive.
It's like our little beauty back then.
It never grows old, and it doesn't fly away in the heart. ”
The acoustics of the school auditorium are extremely poor, the performance of the acoustic guitar can be described as a failure, and the amateur singer Xiao Qi, who became a monk halfway, barely has a bad voice, but it is definitely not clear and high, mellow and beautiful.
But it was in this extremely humble situation that such a song, which was ridiculed at first as "singing English textbooks", made the scene fall into calm for a long time.
Even the climax, even the articulation turn, did not cause a trace of fluctuation.
But when Xiao Qi began to sing the climax passage for the second time, that is, when he "heard about it later", suddenly a girl cried out with a "wow".
Dozens of girls covered their mouths and let tears run down their faces.
Then came the boys, and although they didn't cry, most of them gritted their teeth and their eyes began to turn red.
Most of the people with such excited expressions are sophomores and juniors in high school.
The students in junior high school are still young and don't feel much, but they all feel a faint sadness somehow.
I don't know weishenme, but I feel a little tangled in my heart.
That's true for all of these kids, not to mention the high school students.
Especially for the students in the third year of high school, when the climax of the second time is sung, there are almost endless cries everywhere, and even many boys can't help but cry.
Whether it is naughty or obedient, whether it is haode or poor, whether it is beautiful or average-looking, whether rich or poor...... They all started crying.
It's an emotion that can't be described in words.
Facing the school that is about to leave, the hometown that is about to leave, the table that is about to leave, the crush who is about to leave, and the young years that are about to leave, everyone's feelings are extremely complicated.
It's not just the fear of ignorance about the future, it's also the anticipation of the future.
Life is a complex complex, with pain accompanied by happiness and sorrow accompanied by happiness.
But it is precisely because we have affection and love in our hearts that we will be moved and moved, so our hearts will be so rich, and we can experience the ups and downs brought by life, which is a complete life.
Almost six years of junior high school and high school career, all of which are integrated into the singing, emerge and flow in the minds of the big guys.
It can even be said that the song "Li Lei and Han Meimei" is about aiqing and first love, but it is not only about this, as for what it is about, everyone's perception is different, but there are many similarities.
The sour feeling and sweet feeling invaded them back and forth, making them cry and laugh, as if they were crazy and crazy......
Seeing the older brothers and sisters crying so out of shape, the junior high school junior high school children, who also felt a lot in their hearts, immediately stood up and nervously looked at the crying big brothers and sisters, and looked at the teenagers who also got up from the bench on the stage.
Xiao Qi's eyes met the fairy's first.
In the crowd, Xiao Qi immediately found Huangfu Cai, the beautiful and elegant girl's eyes were slightly red, but there was a happy smile on her face, and she gently nodded at him.
In a girl's life, there is such a boy who can write such a song for her, and it is not in vain to live such a life.
At least from the perspective of youth, it can already be counted as no regrets.
Such a feeling from the heart, even if it is a fairy, it is not exempt from vulgarity.
The next moment, Xiao Qi's eyes involuntarily turned to Tang Mingxiang.
The bright and touching girl cried like a tearful child, but her eyes still met Xiao Qi.
Tang Mingxiang didn't know that Weishenme suddenly felt so much, but when she saw Xiao Qi's gentle eyes, her heart suddenly became sweet.
Stinky boy~~
It's really a big harm to sing such a sensational song!!
Mei Ji thought sweetly and with a hint of sadness.