In the dressing room in the background of the auditorium, several girls from the drama club hurriedly glued a large string of blue bird feathers to the boys' dresses, and Duchamp looked at his companion like a turkey with crooked wings.

He looked at himself helplessly, and he also stuck to such a large string of bird feathers that made people feel full of desire to complain when they saw it.

In addition to bird feathers, each boy also has a rose on his body, some on his chest, some on his hat, and some on his musical instrument.

Once they were dressed, they were herded out into the aisle and lined up to play. In front of them is a dance, the big flowers stuck to the girls' skirts are unbearable to look at, and the group in front of them seems to be a magic show, with all kinds of strange props.

Duchamp looked backstage with interest, as if he had not been given such an opportunity in his previous life.

The front students showed one after another, and the back group could only watch the performances of the previous group through the gap on the side of the stage.

The group of dances in front of him, in Duchamp's view, is just spinning round and round, and the person watching is dizzy. Finally, when the girls' circle performance was over, it was Duchamp's turn to play.

Duchamp suddenly felt that his heartbeat seemed to be speeding up, and even his fingers were trembling a little, and he even had a feeling that he couldn't hold the mandolin. He looked at the other classmates, and his body trembled slightly.

Fortunately, Lilmu, who was the first to appear, was quite calm, and as the curtain was over, he took a deep breath, and with a graceful demeanor, he walked to the piano with a rose in his hand, put the rose on the piano, and played it smoothly.

"It's time for me to get started." Duchamp secretly reminded himself that he took a few steps forward, half-kneeled, erected the mandolin, and plucked the first melody.

"The last rose of summer is still blooming lonely." Isaac's voice also seems particularly moving.

Everything was absolutely amazing.

When the sigh of the last music, still flowing from the silver mandolin in Duchamp's hand, became faintly inaudible, the audience burst into fierce applause.

The second hymn was still warmly welcomed by the audience.

After the performance, everyone went down from the other side of the stage and finally sat and watched the performances of others.

Another program in Class A of the first year of the Department of Guidance was also selected for the program list, and the performance was quite successful, and when the repertoire ended, after the heroine completely ran away from the family, the audience burst into deafening applause.

Duchamp listened to the applause of the audience and thought to himself: "Prelude to the storm." ”

The students of the ensemble group silently left the stage to change their costumes, and Duchamp also walked out.

Tonight is Midsummer, and the school is full of celebrations and dances in the evening.

Learmey made a big splash in today's daytime performance, and proudly went to the ball with the girls of the music club, and brought the dormitory mates with him by the way.

Duchamp didn't go with him, for the last 10 days, he only slept 4 hours a day, and he didn't sleep at all until yesterday, and now he just wanted to get a good night's sleep.

Back in the dormitory, seeing the noisy crowd everywhere and the prelude to the revelry, Duchamp couldn't help frowning, he was far more sensitive to sound than ordinary people.

Suddenly, he thought of a good place.

Walking out from where the school's handymen lived, Duchamp came to the orchard.

This is the season when the fruit trees begin to bear fruit, and the orchard is full of fruit smells. The keeper of the orchard was an old man named Parker, who had long been accustomed to Duchamp's comings and goings in this place, and knew that this boy often came here to play and practice martial arts, and Duchamp had bribed him many times, and when he saw Duchamp, he greeted him happily and said loudly: "Young man, today is Midsummer's Day, why don't you hurry up and invite the girl to dance." ”

Duchamp smiled kindly at him, and walked to the top of the orchard's knoll, where there was a particularly large hazelnut tree. Duchamp walked under the tree, found a soft cushion, placed it under the tree, and lay down comfortably under the tree, enjoying the cool breeze under the tree, and the fruity fragrance sent by the wind, and soon fell into a deep sleep.

The sun gradually moved from the sky to the western horizon, and the starry curtain gradually lowered and covered the field. In the sky above the Lulei University of Technology, the ceremonial flowers begin to rise, bloom into the most beautiful flowers in the night sky, and then quickly wither and fall.

On this brightest summer night, of course, this little bit of sparkle can't hide the brilliance of the sky, and the stars are full of brilliant colors, like jewels inlaid in the sky.

After several hours of high-quality sleep, Duchamp entered a mysterious state on this dreamy night. In his sleep, his body was still sleeping under the hazelnut tree, but he felt that he was above the canopy, watching the sky up close, watching every star shine and walk, the surrounding sky, one brighter than the other, one bigger than the other, one brighter than the other, and it could only try to emit a little glimmer in this brightest sky.

From the ground, the starry sky is deep and serene, but when you look at it from the ground, the sky is the brightest and most dazzling. Duchamp found that the stars next to them were stationary but moving, reflecting each other with a weak glow, forming a hazy nebula. Inside the nebula, not all stars are round, and there are all kinds of strange shapes. Right now, the stars are swaying from side to side, as if they're also in a midsummer.

Duchamp's heart also wanted to participate in such a carnival, so he tried to find it, and between the two very small stars, he inserted a line, and began to dance with all the stars.

The little star on the left sent a link to Duchamp. Suddenly, it exclaimed, "What's the extra little thing?" Isn't it supposed to be Spore Jun on my right? ”

The star on the right also exclaimed: "Mayfly-kun, why is there a small dot between our positions." ”

The two star gentlemen began to evaluate Duchamp impolitely:

"Oh my God, how can you be so small, a floating beast can fill your world."

"Oh my God, why are you so monotonous, only water and sand?"

Duchamp looked at his body, which was in a comical shape, like a glass ball with a pool of water and a small stretch of sand with a large coconut tree on it. The shape is somewhat familiar.

"Is this my space?" Duchamp was puzzled and excited. Most importantly, he could feel the purest joy and joy that had been transmitted from the stars around him, a joy that was far greater than anything he had ever felt before. He experienced this joy in his mind, and suddenly thought of a sentence to describe it: "A large number of positive energy is passing by." ”

Like a child, he stretched out his hands and waited for happiness to fall from the sky.