The festival arrives on the last Monday of March. The campus is posted with a variety of cartoon art festival promotional cards, and the arrival of the art festival has filled this semi-closed key middle school with a festive atmosphere.

The annual art festival, as a festival specially held by Bode Middle School to promote the talents of students, is not an exaggeration to call it the biggest highlight of the first quarter of every year.

Students are always looking forward to the festival. Even in the gap between queuing in the cafeteria, there are often various discussions about the art festival among students.

"I've heard that there are a lot of highlights at this year's festival! Not only are there ensembles for piano and violin, but I heard that there are also people dancing Latin dances! ”

"I guess this year's festival will be better than last year! There were so many recitations last year, and I was bored to death! Let's go check it out in the evening! ”

Listening to the chat of the girls behind him, it is probably the conversation of the sophomore or junior high school seniors. However, the latter said passionately that he would go to watch it in the evening, and Su Wen intuitively felt that they were senior sisters in the second year of high school.

Most of the students in the third year of high school are overwhelmed by the heavy academics, and every time they meet the students in the third year of high school, they all look lifeless and bitter.

Zhang Xiaoli once babbled and complained, and once when he was queuing up to eat, he met a senior sister who was holding a cheat sheet to memorize English words. The senior sister was wearing black-framed glasses, her head was lowered, and her mouth was full of mummy, and when it was the senior sister's turn to eat, there was still no movement, Zhang Xiaoli patted the senior sister on the shoulder out of kindness, and kindly reminded her that it was her turn to line up. As everyone knows, the senior sister was immersed in learning, and was suddenly interrupted from her train of thought, like a powder keg that was detonated, and the senior sister turned around and glared at Zhang Xiaoli fiercely. When Zhang Xiaoli found out that it was inexplicable, he was really startled by the bitter and hateful eyes.

Zhang Xiaoli had no choice but to comfort herself: "It must be that senior sister who did well in the exam, and just sprinkled fire on me!" ”

The more I thought about it, the more angry I became, Zhang Xiaoli had a bad impression of the seniors in the third year of high school, and complained with a snort: "It's great to be in the third year of high school!" Drag what hum! I'm! In the future, we will go to the third year of high school, and we must not become their resentful women! It's so nasty! ”

Su Wen couldn't laugh or cry about this, and naturally had a dull and dull impression of the senior high school students.

They have not yet been promoted to the so-called "black high school juniors", how do they know the future days? Maybe when they get to that stage, they can understand the bitter and bitter state of the senior sister? In any case, Su Wen didn't want them to reach the third year of high school and become a learning machine with only academic performance in their hearts.

The girls behind them, who were obviously sophomores in high school, were still discussing the art festival loudly as if no one was around, and Su Wen's heart was itching when he heard it.

Su Wen patted Liu Chuan, who was standing in front of him, on the shoulder, "Do you want to go to the studio to watch the show at night?" ”

"Good! I've been looking forward to it! Yanagawa laughed, "There are so many talented people at Bode Middle School!" ”

"Yes! The evening must be very lively again! ”

Su Wen responded enthusiastically, looking forward to the art festival as well.

There are so many festivals and so many versatile people, what Su Wen is looking forward to the most is just the performance of a smiling teenager on stage.

The quiet and elegant figure of the boy sitting in front of the piano comes to mind, and when the slender white fingers touch the black and white piano keys, it seems to bloom a brilliant flower. Every note from the boy's fingertips beats lightly on the black and white keys with a crystal luster, like a refreshing floral fragrance, straight into the heart, hovering in the heart for a long time.

The crisp sound of the piano is like the tinkling of spring water, even if it gradually blends perfectly with the melodious sound of the violin, Su Wen closed his eyes, trying to find the beautiful sound that belongs to the boy's fingertips.

The scene when the prince and the princess-like boys and girls play "Canon" is so dazzling that in retrospect, the picture is as clear as a school idol drama with a dazzling light.

During the day, Su Wen was attracted by the slight force behind him, turned his head, and fell into a pair of smiling eyes.

"In the evening, are you coming to the festival?" Song Yu asked as if invited.

Su Wen pursed his lips and laughed, "Go!" Give you a cheer! ”

The boy's smile was more smug, "Then see you or leave!" ”

During the day, Song Yu stayed in the classroom except during class hours, and there was no one the rest of the time.

The arts festival at Broad High School is still set up in a studio that can accommodate thousands of people. The festival starts in the evening self-study time, and on this night, the students of the whole school are equivalent to a small vacation, and they can choose to study in the classroom or come to the studio to watch the live program of the art festival. Most of the students who attend self-study are the hard-working senior high school parties, and the students in the first year of high school are always happy to celebrate any event.

When night fell, the lights came on, Su Wen, Xu Leqiu, Zhang Xiaoli and Liu Chuan went to the studio together, and met many lively students along the way.

Just as Zhang Xiaoli was babbling and babbling funny gossip with his little hands, Su Wen, who was smiling and looking at the path ahead, saw Song Yuanzhi's figure, but the two people walking side by side next to Senior Sister Yuanzhi seemed to have some kind of strange atmosphere.

The slender figure beside Song Yuanzhi, Su Wen looked at it and his eyes widened in shock.

This is the second time Su Wen has seen Song Yu's mother, and the woman with a noble temperament has changed her dress at this time, her long hair is coiled into a bun, revealing a full forehead, adding a bit of mature and elegant charm. Song Yu's mother's dress this time was obviously much more mature than before, and her beautiful face with light makeup was gloomy and gloomy.

Next to Song Yu's mother stood a polite middle-aged man, with an elegant manly temperament, and his light face could see the traces of being invaded by the years, but he could still see the handsomeness of the man's facial features, presumably he was also a handsome and beautiful man when he was young. The most distinctive thing is that the white glasses on the bridge of the man's tall nose are quite intellectual. The heroic sword eyebrows, and the penetrating eyes of the world, seem to be familiar......

He, isn't he......

“Hey！ Little Suwen! Song Yuanzhi laughed enthusiastically and took the initiative to wave hello to the stunned Su Wen.

"Senior Sister Yuan Zhi! Do you also go to the studio? Su Wen responded with a smile, but he also turned to the two people beside him in confusion, and his eyes flashed with hesitation that he didn't know what to call them.

"Well, yes!" Song Yuanzhi saw Su Wen's doubts, but generously admitted, "These two are Song Yu's parents!" ”

Su Wen was stunned, and couldn't help but bow, "Hello uncle and aunt!" ”

Qin Lu maintained an indifferent and detached smile, and only the man with an elegant temperament beside him nodded meaningfully to Su Wen. It was not clear, Su Wen sensitively sensed a slight strange meaning.

What's even more strange is that since everyone is on the same road, they simply walk together. Walking beside Song Yuanzhi and Song's father and Song's mother, several girls around Su Wen were suddenly speechless, and under this strange atmosphere, they all became mute. I don't know where to start the topic, and I don't dare to open my mouth easily.

Even Zhang Xiaoqi, who has always been noisy and energetic, seems to smell the strange atmosphere of silence between the group, and purr and roll a pair of big round eyes, which are full of caution that wants to be said and stopped, and looks like he wants to explore but suppresses his curiosity. Su Wenmingbai Zhang Xiaoqi's suppressed curiosity, why wasn't she like this?

On the day of the art festival, Song's father and mother actually appeared together, presumably to come to watch their son's performance, the two should have had an insurmountable rupture, how can they both walk together now? Song Yu had previously put on a hatred for his mother, how could he be overjoyed by the arrival of the art festival during the day, could it be that in just a few days, Song Yu and his mother let go of their previous suspicions?

With a lot of incomprehensible thoughts, Su Wen came to the studio and occupied a good position to watch the performance as soon as possible.

It's weird, Su Wen sat down with Song's father and Song's mother next to Song Yuanzhi next to him.

Before the official start of the art festival, the whole studio was noisy like a vegetable market in the morning, and it was really a bowl of porridge in a stew and fryer.

The first row of the audience is the judges' seat, and a row of russet long tables are placed with the name plates of the judges and teachers, and the scoring system makes the art festival quite large-scale audition. Although the festival was mainly established to promote the outstanding talents of students, as a large-scale campus event, its weight is only less than that of the campus New Year's Day party. It is conceivable that in this large-scale arena where you show your strength with talent competition, what kind of glory is it to win the ranking?

The festival is divided into groups for performances, with the music group being the first group, the recitation group, the calligraphy and painting group, and the dance group, and so on. The festival began with a dance by the school dance troupe, which ignited the atmosphere of the audience as soon as it appeared. After the brilliant curtain at the beginning, the leading groups of musical performances became dull.

When the lights hit the huge stage, Song Yu, who was dressed in a white tuxedo, appeared on the stage with a confident smile, and Xiao Shijie, who was wearing a white dress and long skirt, stood beside her, and the black and oppressive audience finally sounded screams and shouts like a heat wave. The reason for the detonation of the audience is self-evident, it is comparable to the combination of school flowers and grass-like golden boys and girls, and the combination that attracts everyone's attention as soon as it appears, is naturally a dazzling existence that attracts everyone's attention.

In the dark audience, Su Wen looked deeply at the young boys and girls on the stage who were like angels. The white dress perfectly sets off the extraordinary temperament of the boys and girls, not to mention the suffocatingly beautiful face, under the illumination of the stage spotlight, it is more and more fair and flawless.

"Hello everyone! I am Xiao Shijie, the No. 3 contestant in the music group, from the first (6th) class of high school, and this is my partner Song Yu! ”

"Hello everyone! My name is Song Yu! From the Senior One (6) class. The piece that Xiao Shijie and I played was a concerto of piano and violin - "Canon"! ”

The clear voices of the boys and girls spread from the sound to the entire studio, and before the performance really began, the applause came in waves.

Piano and violin, I heard that they are the most tacit and perfect combination.

(The author messed in: I wish you all a happy National Day!) (*∩_∩*) Xiaobai travels to Liao! Happy National Day, everyone! Lalala~)