Rong Wanqi looked at Qiao Muqi who was sitting in the first row suspiciously.

Qiao Muqi winked at her. Rong Wanqi sat on the high chair with doubts, folded her legs, and adjusted the microphone.

The mischievous cough twice, the fingers slowly plucked the strings, and the tinkling prelude sounded. A crisp-sounding folk guitar that makes a nice sound.

"That laughter reminds me of my flowers, which bloom quietly for me in every corner of my life.

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Rong Wanqi's singing is already good, and the guitar and piano have been learned for many years, and she sang Pu Shu's "Those Flowers". This campus ballad is very much to the taste of students who have just been admitted to university.

The fingertips changed, the music turned into a sad tune, and the whole auditorium was quiet, and everyone listened carefully to the familiar prelude.

"I once had, the sky is old and the earth is old, I don't see you anymore, Twilight and Chaochao."

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Rong Wanqi sang very devotedly, and her hat covered most of her delicate little face. Just when the students in the entire auditorium were uncomfortable with this singing, Rong Wanqi suddenly changed the chords.

"I miss your smile, I miss your coat, I miss your white socks, and the smell of you."

Then Rong Wanqi bent the fingers of his right hand, clasped the guitar board down, and his left foot also beat the beat. This unruly playing board made her whole person so chic and handsome.

A rapid beating board passed, Rong Wanqi's hand slowed down, and the music began to be low. She sang the last lyric softly and softly: "The taste of being loved in memory." A short chord ends, and the show ends.

Rong Wanqi's beautiful eyes widened and looked at the audience. Everyone was stunned by her handsome performance, and it took a while for a few applause to come out, and then a flood of applause poured in.

Qiao Muqi calmed down his heartbeat just now, with a smile in his eyes.

Rong Wanqi made a thank-you gesture and looked at Qiao Muqi in the audience.

The tenderness in the senior's eyes was almost tired, and Rong Wanqi quickly calmed down his emotions.

In the next performance, Qiao Muqi closed his eyes and pondered, and Rong Wanqi's performances replayed in his mind.

After the meeting, Qiao Muqi stood in the auditorium and looked at the place that he was once very familiar with, and his eyes sank.

Rong Wanqi went back to the dormitory after the performance, and he didn't care about the ranking of the performance anymore. She needed to calm her heart.

It's autumn in the blink of an eye, and it's October. Rong Wanqi has long adapted to the learning rhythm of S University, and although her college life is not as colorful as she imagined, she is not so disappointed.

Rong Wanqi walked on the school path with a thick book in her arms, looking down at her own shadow on the ground as she walked.

Suddenly, another shadow appeared on the concrete floor, closely following her. She blinked, trying to turn her head to see who it was.

Seven in the evening. The nice and crisp male voice broke into the eardrum first.

Rong Wanqi was stunned for a moment, and twisted his body a little stiffly.

The boy wears a clean white shirt and beige casual trousers. The bangs float shallowly in front of him, and the smile is sunny.

"Don't know me anymore?" The boy asked with a smile.

"My name is Yang Ling, and I'm a first-year college student." The boy introduced himself, his smile was more sunny, and there was a joke in his voice.

Rong Wanqi seemed to have been struck by thunder, swollen, and motionless.