The heavy ink and light ink are soaked in the snow-white rice paper, but in a few strokes, a majestic and magnificent landscape is outlined. Xiu's narrow and slender fingers slowly and forcefully hold the pen to draw the rivers and mountains, and the small leaf red sandalwood brush carved with elegant poems walks with the young man's action pen and scolds Fang Xuan.

The enthusiasm and hustle and bustle of the audience seemed to be isolated from Dong Mengsheng and Nan Zuisheng, and the two characters who seemed to come out of the picture scroll were so quiet and peaceful, ethereal and dusty, still and moving, sitting and standing.

Nan Zuisheng slowly turned half of the picturesque eyebrows, the eyebrows on the jade skin piled up with pear blossoms are like the green mist under the dawn of the morning, and like the clouds and smoke in the distant mountains, just in the ordinary but a drooping eye, a raised eye, a chin, a side of the eye, can be shown on her body to reveal a graceful and elegant beauty.

"Thank you for your love of me, and for that, allow me to dedicate a song to you." The voice microphone that has been worn on the right side of the face clearly amplifies the girl's soft and clear voice, and spreads evenly in the auditorium.

The students in the audience felt more and more enthusiastic when they heard this, and the boys got up from their seats excitedly, and their surging emotions were like a surging tide, which swept their already pounding hearts into the deep blue sea.

"Nan Zuisheng, sing quickly, we support you!" The first three rows of seats closest to the altar were full of boys who admired and fanatized Nan Zuisheng. When they heard that Nan Zuisheng was going to perform not only the guzheng but also the song at the freshman ceremony in order to thank them for their support, their beating hearts collided fiercely in their chests.

The rest of the students who sat in the back of the first three rows, and the students who were far away from the observation of Nan Zuisheng were not far behind, and they also followed the example of the boys in front of them and stood up, and also grabbed some balloons floating in mid-air with a special intention, put them into a bunch and held them in their hands and shook and shouted: "Goddess, goddess, can you hear me?" Come on, you're the best! ”

Before they could vent the passion and frenzy in their hearts, the more deafening shouts and cheers came from behind them, and they were caught off guard and almost released the balloons in the hands of the boys.

It is not too much to describe the sound as thunderous and loud as a bell.

The students at the front of the seats in the audience looked back at the source of the sound in confusion, only to see the senior high school students who were arranged at the end of the stage standing neatly in several rows and columns, among which several tall and slender seniors shamelessly stretched out their sinful hands and plucked all the roses in the vase placed on the table around them.

Look, the red roses that were originally blooming in a clear and beautiful vase, showing their charming and charming style, were destroyed by a pair of spicy hands of Lushan's claws, and they did not pity the fragrance and jade to 'pull' out of the bottle.

Compared with the younger students in the first two grades, the seniors in the third year of high school are much calmer and wiser.

They first quickly removed the 'obstacles' of the tables and chairs, and a few strong boys with big shoulders and round waists were responsible for moving the tables and chairs to the position against the wall, and then stacked them separately and methodically to save space in the auditorium, and then sent a few ingenious seniors to tie the red roses that swept into the air into a delicate and rich bouquet.

Because the branches of the red roses have thorns, in order to prevent the seniors from pricking their fingers and hurting themselves when they shout and cheer, they intimately untie the champagne-colored bow ribbon decorated on the back of the chair, and the fingers dexterously shuttle between the dark green branches, and within a few seconds, the scattered and messy red roses are tightly wound together, and the tail end is also elegantly and beautifully draped with a silky ribbon of bow.

The champagne-colored ribbon shines under the dazzling and gorgeous crystal lamp, and the already elegant and soft colors are refracted by the diamond-shaped crystal, becoming more and more radiant, and the stars are faintly shining.

After everything was ready, the seniors lined up in an orderly and neat line, and the bouquets of red roses held high were like cheerleaders in the school sports meeting.

Under this passionate action, the bewitching red roses will inevitably scatter the red petals.

In addition, this year's student union is well-funded, and every vase is full of red roses and stars. Although the pale blue stars were let go by the seniors with great compassion, and still bloomed quietly and elegantly in the glass vase, the charming red roses obviously did not have such good luck.

The red rose petals are like a cinnabar-colored snow in the wind, flowing with a fragrant and intoxicating fragrance, gracefully fluttering in the air, and sprinkled in the gorgeous and magnificent auditorium.

Nan Zuisheng couldn't hide his surprise and sat on the wooden table and looked at the grand scene under the stage, the red rose petals were like a gorgeous and grand flower rain, and the boys' blood was surging, and the clear and passionate voices were blended and entwined, deafening to the point that they almost resounded in the sky.

"Come on the talented girl of Guzheng, come on the classical beauty Nan Zuisheng, come on the new school flower! Elementary school girls in the first year of high school, come on! The seniors shouted and cheered in a neat and orderly manner, and the bouquets of roses in their hands were swaying in a staggered manner, and more fragrant and soft petals fell miserably.

But even this did not stop the enthusiasm of the boys.

Such a grand and unprecedented scene was presented in front of him, and even Dong Mengsheng, who had always been calm and indifferent, couldn't help but stop holding his pen.

He followed the ardent admiring gaze of the boys to look at Nan Zuisheng who was sitting not far from him, the soft white skirt embroidered with delicate lotus carp was swaying, like a hibiscus out of the water flowing with elegant and agile elegance, and the girl sitting on the wooden table with a greasy face was the delicate stamens blooming in the lotus.

The soft white skirt hugged her in the center like layers of petals, and her long crow-like hair curved along Nan Zuisheng's slender waist, winding a graceful and soft curve.

The rest of the ink hair that was casually draped in front of him was half-covered and half-hidden between the legs sitting upright, it stands to reason that such a scene should be in the eyes of the boys, it should be with a little obscenity and dark color, but it appeared on Nan Zuisheng's body, revealing the unattainable appearance of the fairy.

It is a kind of peerless, pure and beautiful, blended and intertwined beauty.

"It's over, I feel like I'm going to be bent and swollen by Nan Zuisheng?!" Several girls looked at Nan Zuisheng sitting on the stage, not to mention the finely carved and valuable small leaf red sandalwood made of the guzheng placed in front of her.

After the girl said this, she couldn't hide her shyness and lowered her head to cover her cheeks.

Although she also has a handsome boy who secretly admires, but the Nan Zuisheng in front of her is too dazzling, she only needs to sit quietly in one place, no need to apply grease and powder, and no need for jewelry and clothes, she can quietly force out all the thick peach and plum in the auditorium.

"Sister, don't feel shy, in fact, we think the same way, Nan Zuisheng deserves to be called a goddess, as soon as she came on stage, I felt that the crystal lamps hanging in the auditorium were dim, if I hadn't forgotten to bring my mobile phone today, I would have recorded the mountain flowing water she played without saying a word, and set it as a mobile phone ringtone."

The female classmates sitting next to the girl all had the same thoughts as her, and they were exactly the same.

Although the girls did not show the same crazy admiration as the boys, they were no less enthusiastic about the worship of Nan Zuishen than the boys. It's just that women have a natural reserve in their bones, so they naturally can't let go of their faces and --- with those boys, almost screaming and cheering like a scream.

Embarrassment......

That would really ruin their delicate and soft voices.

So when the boys in the audience were shouting and cheering, the girls were sitting quietly and obediently in the chairs, and their eyes were all looking at Nan Zuisheng who was sitting behind the guzheng with a shallow smile, without any jealousy and sour words, nor any gossip, just quietly, quietly telling their admiration and envy with their eyes.

Dong Mengsheng: "......"

I feel like I've been ignored.

The thick, jet-black ink slowly seeped out from the soft tip of the pen, condensed into a round drop of ink, and suddenly dripped onto the snow-white rice paper.

An unpainted ancient pine mountain stream was soaked in thick and dark ink by the sudden dripping ink, and the smooth lines that had just been cast by the brush were transformed into a shocking shadow under the influence of the heavy ink.

Dong Mengsheng smiled slightly when he saw the situation, and picked up the pen again without hurrying, his eyes lowering and carefully depicting the deep ink color. The handsome eyebrows are more and more warm as jade against the background of the serious and focused look, and the slightly raised phoenix eyes are flowing with elegant brilliance.

"Look at how popular our drunken students are! I said Peking University Shao, do you have the slightest sense of crisis in your heart at this moment? Xi Yusheng adhered to the attitude of not thinking big of a deal to see the excitement, and asked Bei Langsheng who was sitting opposite with meaningful words.

The young man's uninhibited eyebrows came into view, and the beautiful peach blossom eyes seemed to contain a deep deep spring, so dark that they couldn't refract the slightest bit of clear light and broken shadows: "Sense of crisis? ”

Bei Langsheng's thin lips opened slightly, and after saying these three words casually, he hooked the corners of his lips and smiled contemptuously and sarcastically: "Do you think I should have a sense of crisis?" ”

Xi Yusheng picked up a spiced melon seed with a smile, and after knocking open the melon seed shell with a crisp voice, he licked the mellow melon seed inside cleanly: "Shouldn't you have a sense of crisis?" Drunken Sheng is now the goddess of the whole school, not to mention everything, at least more than half of the boys want to pursue her. ”