In fact, compared to the song I thought it was, the brightest star in the night sky was more subtle, but more vibrant. The latter does not have the negative emotions of disappointment and despair of the former, but has a chic and optimistic attitude of asking oneself and asking rhetorical questions.

Chen Pan struggled between the two songs for a long time, and finally chose this one, which contains a lot of insinuations, but there are a thousand Hamlets in a thousand people, and she doesn't think others will notice her careful thoughts.

Thinking of this, Chen Pan's cheeks were a little hot, he reached out and touched it, pulled the quilt to cover his head, and there was a sound of urns under the quilt.

She never had the luxury of what life would bring her, let alone the extravagance, but the courage given to her by this mind made her move forward step by step, even if it was a calm acceptance, it contained that bravery.

In the room separated by only one wall, Xu Wenwan sighed as she listened to this song that was deliberately low or even a little out of tune. She knows her daughter's careful thinking, and she doesn't object to who Chen Pan likes, there will always be a few people in your life when you are young, but such likes often don't have a good ending.

It's not a curse, it's a norm, it's a process that life must go through to maturity, the difference is just sooner or later.

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Approaching New Year's Day, the atmosphere of the school began to liven up, and at noon there would be people secretly hiding in the classroom to practice without taking a nap, and there would be fewer people in self-study classes.

Therefore, this is the capital of pride, and it should also bear the envy of others. Recently, Jiang Che found that Zhou Bian and Fang Xin were still quite awkward, and they wouldn't talk to each other if they didn't have anything to do. It seems that the boy's shouts echoed in the school yard that afternoon, supporting the so-called self-esteem.

In the early morning of New Year's Day, Chen Pan was still asking Jiang Che how he was preparing, but when he saw the guitar on his back, he already knew it. She complained to Jiang Che about how the snow melted so quickly, and she was also indignant about why it wasn't on this day. But at night, she watched the open-air playground full of people, and built a big stage, the red carpet was so noble, and the colorful lights reflected the night colorfully. The senior sister wore a thin skirt and tried hard to control her trembling body to host on the stage, and when she got off the stage, she put on a thick down jacket, and she didn't think so.

She can't desecrate this beauty for her own selfishness. Although all she wanted was that the sky was still snowy the moment she took the stage, she looked at the clean face that was close at hand, and remembered the first precious thing worth storing in the new year.

She is such a simple girl, fantasizing about the beauty she expects while not forgetting to be kind to the world.

Fang Xin and other classmates in the class also participated in the event, but she recited poetry. And the luck was not very good, it was her turn to be the first one, and it was inevitable that she was a little nervous when she went on stage. Zhou Bian, who was sitting next to Jiang Che, was surprisingly restless, as if there were nails on the stool. Jiang Che passed the guitar and put it heavily in his arms to fix his sitting position.

Poetry recitation requires the cooperation of many people to express emotions, and today Fang Xin is with another male classmate in the class. Jiang Che naturally knew the reason why Zhou Bian was restless, but this guy had Fang Xin's attitude that I don't know you, who are you, even if he wanted to find him, he had no idea.

"If I love you, I will never learn from the infatuated birds, repeating monotonous songs for the shade; It's not just like a source, like a dangerous peak, to increase your height and set off your majesty. Even daylight, even spring rain. ”

The deep and hoarse voice, combined with the dull sound that hit his chest, made Zhou Bian goosebumps fall to the ground.

"Thou hast thy branches of brass and thy iron like knives, like swords, and like halberds; I have my red flowers, like a heavy sigh, and like a heroic torch. Fang Xin's voice came, and Zhou Bian became more and more unable to sit still, he knew that this was a passage in Shu Ting's "To the Oak Tree", and even in order to avoid suspicion, he only used one sentence in the whole article like If I Love You.

But he still felt uncomfortable, Jiang Che tilted his head and glanced at him, a little speechless. You didn't cooperate with yourself at the beginning, why do you look like you want to eat people now.

"We share the cold waves, the thunderstorms, the thunderbolts; We share the mist, the stream, the haper. It seems to be separated forever, but they are dependent on each other for life. ”

The soft female voice was matched with a thick and hoarse male voice, Jiang Che watched the guitar strings bend into an exaggerated arc, and quickly snatched it, if it was broken, it would be a big deal, and threw the flower placed next to the seat into his arms.

"Come on! Dry looks useful? Watching others hug for fun? Jiang Che took flowers from the stool to Zhou Bian, and after watching the rehearsal, he naturally knew that there was a hug after the rehearsal, and then held hands and bowed his head for a curtain call. Zhou Bian looked at the thing in his hand and his face darkened, but he hesitated for less than three seconds, and rushed to the stage with it.

At this time, who cares whether it looks good or not.

"You've taken this into account, I didn't expect your fake and indecent inner emotions to be very rich and delicate!" Chen Pan, who had changed his clothes, said and sat next to Jiang Che, his tone was quiet, Jiang Che had a headache, and Chen Pan had always teased him with fake and indecent recently.

"Ha, this was originally for him to take and give it to you, and he will get it back later, but now he is just pushing the boat down the river and earning personal favors for nothing." Jiang Che was vague.

"Oh! Who gave it to me? Chen Pan tilted his head to look at him.

Jiang Che was speechless for a moment, looking at her a little stunned, the girl's delicate face looked even fairer against the white long skirt, her bangs were tied up by a headband to reveal a smooth forehead, and under the misty light, she couldn't tell whether the red lips were bright or light.

It seems that she has never seen her wear makeup or skirts. So now, even just a brow drawing, a foundation, and a lip gloss have broken his perception. In the past, as soon as the school uniform was worn, it was the whole student era.

Jiang Che was pulled back to his senses by a burst of applause, he looked at the stage that had changed people, and was a little stunned, not knowing how the story would end. But he thought that such a warm cheer must be good.

Even if he was beaten after stepping down.

After all, such a big bouquet of flowers.

By the time it was Jiang Che and Chen Pan's turn, seven or eight programs had already passed, and the two had been doing it for a long time in the shed next to them. Probably not having to sit in a designated area of the class is an enviable privilege.

On stage, sitting on the prepared stool, putting his fingers on the strings to find the best sound point, the lights dimmed, and the faces of the students under the stage became blurred, and they couldn't tell whose faces they wanted to see. So he lowered his head and plucked the strings with the music, and his heart beat violently without warning at this moment.