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Two days later, Ye Jian was reading on the third floor, and Mobei ran up panting.

"Brother Ye Jian, I can't accompany you to watch Sister Xiaoxiao's performance. ”

Ye Jian put down the book, and then remembered that Mo Beixiang said the day before yesterday that he would take him to see the performance of Ling Xiaoxiao Daya Ancient Music Society, and he himself was busy reading books for the past two days, and he forgot about it.

"Ah, what's wrong?"

"There is a temporary activity in our class, I can't go, you can go alone. ”

"Then you came to inform me?"

"I'm afraid you'll wait for me. ”

"Hehe, okay. ”

Ye Jian smiled, he felt that Mo Beixiang was really simple and cute.

After Mo Beixiang left, Ye Jian did not move, but continued to read, and after reading the books on the second floor for more than a month, his book qi realm was upgraded to the fifth stage of the budding realm, and now the books on the third floor are from the Ming Dynasty, and the improvement effect will be more obvious.

I don't know why, after Mo Beixiang left, Ye Jian found that he couldn't calm down and read a book, which had never happened before.

Ye Jian closed the book and glanced at Daqingshan outside the window.

A student passed by, "Let's go, the performance of the Daya Ancient Music Society has begun, and there will be no place for it any longer, I heard that Ling Xiaoxiao has a very good ancient music to play this time, it seems to be called "Chrysanthemum Terrace". ”

Ye Jian's heart moved, he got up and picked up the book, gave it back to the librarian, and followed the two students in front of him out of the library.

More than ten minutes away, Ye Jian followed the two students in front of him to the student activity center of the upper courtyard of Qingzhou Academy, what he didn't expect was that it was crowded and lively tonight.

Ling Xiaoxiao's appeal is really extraordinary.

Daya Ancient Music Society is Ling Xiaoxiao's own creation 3 years ago, attracting many young talents to participate, the society will hold an open concert every year, this year is the third time, due to the first two very good results, the event has been very famous in the academy.

The teaser poster of the concert of the Daya Ancient Music Society has been posted all over the courtyard a month ago, Ling Xiaoxiao has also been organizing everyone to rehearse this month, and rarely goes to the academy, and Ye Jian has basically spent this month in the library, so he naturally doesn't know about the situation outside.

The auditorium, which can accommodate 500 people, was full, and many people were standing in the back.

Ye Jian reluctantly squeezed in, but it was too far away from the performance stage in front.

The so-called ancient music performance is Ling Xiaoxiao's singing of the songs left by human beings 5,000 years ago, because of historical reasons, in Ye Jian's ears, they can only sing part of the tune, and some tunes are not strived for, but it doesn't matter, most people regard it as an entertainment activity, rather than a rigorous cultivation.

After performing some songs one after another, Ling Xiaoxiao's finale performance finally began in anticipation.

Ling Xiaoxiao sat in front of a guqin in a white dress, her black hair like a waterfall was scattered on her shoulders at will, there was an incense burner in front of the piano stand, with three burning sandalwood sticks, light smoke, the whole scene was like a dream, making people's hearts sway.

The hall was noisy just now, but there was a sound on the ground at this time.

Ling Xiaoxiao stroked the piano with both hands, her lips opened lightly, and the touching singing voice floated into everyone's hearts.

Your tears are weak and wounded

The miserable white moon bends to hook the past

The night was too long and condensed into frost

Who is in cold despair in the attic

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Ye Jian stood in the dark, listening to Ling Xiaoxiao's singing, feeling that every note was beating on his heart, he remembered the scene when he first met Ling Xiaoxiao in Pinxian Building, Ling Xiaoxiao said the sentence "I am waiting for you in Qingzhou Academy", this sentence was imprinted in his heart, although it was just an ordinary silver needle tea appointment, but Ye Jian's heart hoped that this was a date with some special charm.

Ye Jian remembered that he was blocked on the mountain road of Daqing Mountain by Murong Chuixue and others, Ling Xiaoxiao saved herself, and took herself back to her Purple Star Garden to recuperate from her injuries, helping her through the difficulty of the freshman elimination round.

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Ling Xiaoxiao's smile, hand, and foot seemed to be in front of her.

It seems ruthless, but it is affectionate, and when you think about it, you have affection, but you have no intention.

Ye Jian even found that Ling Xiaoxiao, who was originally clear, had become blurry at this time, and he realized that he had actually never understood Ling Xiaoxiao, many times it might be his own wishful thinking, an idea, and for Ling Xiaoxiao, maybe it was just a habitual behavior of hers, and it didn't have a specific meaning.

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The gold leaf that Zhao Xiaoshan gave to Ling Xiaoxiao only recorded the first half of the lyrics and songs of "Chrysanthemum Terrace", and for the second half, although Ye Jian had sung it in Pinxian Tower, Ling Xiaoxiao did not record it, which was also one of the reasons why Ling Xiaoxiao had always wanted to find the willow knife.

The beautiful singing stopped suddenly, Ling Xiaoxiao got up and greeted the audience, and the audience applauded like thunder.

Ye Jian saw Zhao Xiaoshan walking to the stage with a flower and giving it to Ling Xiaoxiao.

There was a shout from the audience, "Together, ,,, together"

This is naturally Murong Chuixue arranged in advance some people from Qingshui Zhai are deliberately shouting, and some students around who don't know the truth are also coaxing, in the eyes of everyone, Zhao Xiaoshan and Ling Xiaoxiao are definitely talented and beautiful, a match made in heaven.

Ling Xiaoxiao took the flowers, politely said thank you, and then walked backstage.

There is still a show later, but Ye Jian has no intention of watching it.

Ye Jian walked out of the performance hall, and the conversation with his classmates around him attracted his ears.

"Do you know, Ling Xiaoxiao's "Chrysanthemum Terrace" is only half a song, and Ling Xiaoxiao deliberately repeated it just now. ”

"Ah, what about the other half?"

"When I participated in the party of Pinxian Building, there was originally only half of the gold leaf given by Zhao Xiaoshan, but at that time, a teenager appeared at the party and actually knew the second half. ”

"Then why didn't Ling Xiaoxiao copy it down?"

So Ling Xiaoxiao regretted it very much, and had been looking for the young man at the beginning, who was said to be a student of Dayue City, but unfortunately, Ling Xiaoxiao had not been able to find him, otherwise, we would have been able to hear a complete ancient music today. ”

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What the two students said in the back, Ye Jian didn't have the heart to listen, by now, he seemed to understand why Ling Xiaoxiao was looking for the willow knife, why he was looking for himself three times, why he wanted to save himself, and he was so good to himself.

"Is it because of the lyrics and music of the second half of "Chrysanthemum Terrace"?"

It seems that all the questions suddenly have an answer, but this answer is not what Ye Jian wants.

In fact, Ye Jian didn't know that the scene where Zhao Xiaoshan came to the stage to give Ling Xiaoxiao flowers and shouted 'together' from the audience just now deeply hurt him, and he would have such extreme thoughts.

After all, he is only a 16-year-old boy, although he was 20 years old before the crossing, but it also happened to be a young and enthusiastic teenager, the age of infatuation and madness.

Ye Jian returned to the dormitory a little lonely, found paper and pen, transcribed the lyrics and songs of the second half of "Chrysanthemum Terrace", and then ran to the Purple Star Garden, at this time Ling Xiaoxiao had not come back, and Aunt Xue was not at home.

Ye Jian pasted the lyrics and songs of "Chrysanthemum Terrace" on the door and turned to leave.

The flowers have fallen into the evening and are splendid

The fate of the withered world is unbearable

Sorrowful Mo crossed the river, and Qiu's heart was split in half

I'm afraid you won't be able to go ashore and shake for the rest of your life

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