Time passed quickly, minute by minute, and in a blink of an eye, with the end of the previous show, it was time for Song Yuanchao to take the stage.

"Song Yuanchao! Song Yuan Dynasty prepares! ”

"Hey, I'm here!" Song Yuanchao hurriedly raised his hand, and the student union cadre held an accordion in his hand and handed it to Song Yuanchao: "It's your time soon, you will come to the stage when the curtain is over." ”

"Thank you." Song Yuanchao nodded, and neatly put the accordion on his chest.

"By the way, are you okay with your stomach?" The other party asked with a concerned face, if it wasn't for the conversation between him and Zhao Minglei that he overheard earlier, maybe Song Yuanchao would have regarded the other party as a concern.

"It's okay, I feel better after drinking a cup of hot water earlier." Song Yuanchao smiled lightly, but as soon as he finished speaking, his brows suddenly wrinkled again, and he seemed to be a little uncomfortable.

"What's wrong?" The other party asked with great concern.

"It's nothing, don't worry......." Song Yuanchao cheered up and smiled, but when the other party saw Song Yuanchao's smile, it seemed a little reluctant.

"It's okay." The other party seemed to breathe a sigh of relief, and at the same time encouraged: "Play well, come on!" ”

At this time, there was a curtain call from the direction of the stage, Song Yuanchao heard his name, he straightened up and nodded to the student union cadres, and then strode onto the stage.

When you arrive at the stage, you will see a bright scene, and the stage is lit up like daylight compared to the dim backstage.

After a few seconds of getting used to it, Song Yuanchao gradually regained his eyesight, his eyes looked at the audience for the first time, and he soon found Lin Yan's location in the crowd.

Smiling in the direction of Lin Yan, Song Yuan took a few steps forward and walked to the standing microphone, he first bowed to the teachers and students in the audience, then tightened the accordion on his chest, took a deep breath, and slowly opened the accordion.

As soon as he opened it, Song Yuanchao's brows furrowed, because he felt that something was wrong, the opening and closing strength of the accordion was obviously problematic, and if the judgment was correct, his accordion was leaking.

"This bastard!"

scolded in his heart, he didn't expect Zhao Minglei to not only let people drug himself in the tea, but also used his hands and feet on the instrument to get a "double insurance". Accordion leakage is a very common malfunction, but it can have a significant impact on the performance.

Playing on an airtight accordion can lead to timbre, volume, and even noise, and in severe cases, out-of-tune and breakouts. These Song Yuanchao knew very well in his heart that he was going to sing "Why Are Flowers So Red", which is a soothing and passionate song, and the accordion accompaniment is extremely important, once the accompaniment goes wrong, then the performance effect can be imagined.

Zhao Minglei can be said to be a two-pronged approach this time, he made up his mind to make Song Yuanchao ugly in front of the teachers and students of the school at all costs, and it is even possible that after the performance accident, Zhao Minglei's virtue will openly use his status in the student union to give Song Yuanchao a big hat, get a whole school notice to criticize or something, and even use more despicable means to rectify him.

Sensing that it was not good, it was absolutely impossible to continue the previous preparation performance, because Song Yuanchao knew that the accordion in his hand could not support the performance at all. And now it is very embarrassing to change the piano, if Song Yuanchao does this, Zhao Minglei will also use the question to attack Song Yuanchao.

Pulling a tone, Song Yuanchao stopped moving, his strange behavior made the teachers and students in the audience very puzzled, and everyone looked at Song Yuanchao on the stage in confusion, not understanding what he was doing. And at this time in the background, through the thick curtain, Zhao Minglei hid his body in the shadows, and looked at Song Yuanchao, who seemed to be at a loss on the stage, with a smug smile on the corner of his mouth, not to mention how happy he was.

"Hello teachers, students!" Song Yuanchao quickly regained his composure, and he said with a smile on his face, his voice echoing throughout the auditorium.

Just when everyone was curious about how Song Yuanchao would start talking without performing, Song Yuanchao continued: "Originally, my performance program today was to sing "Why Are Flowers So Red" on the accordion, which is a song that everyone is very familiar with, but during the rehearsal, my counselor, Mr. Shen, said a word to me, which I think makes a lot of sense. Because Mr. Shen told me that this song is a good song, and you sing it well, but it is an old song, and it seems to be a little inappropriate ...... the theme of today's party. ”

Saying that, Song Yuanchao smiled and nodded in the direction where the teacher was sitting, Teacher Shen in the audience was stunned at first, and then laughed, and then whispered a word to several teachers next to him, and the teacher next to him was suddenly happy.

"The Point Guard Is Here"

"I think Mr. Shen's words are very reasonable, as a generation of college students who are about to welcome the new era, we need to innovate and move forward in this day of saying goodbye to the old and welcoming the new, and welcome the upcoming 80s with a new look. For this reason, I was still hesitant when I went on stage, and now I have decided to sing a new song and dedicate this song to everyone. ”

"Good!"

"Song Yuanchao, we support you in singing new songs!"

"What's the song? Does it sound good? ”

The audience immediately burst into applause, whether they knew Song Yuanchao or didn't know him, the students applauded enthusiastically, for them, a new song is of course more interesting to everyone than the old song, and Song Yuanchao's words also aroused everyone's strong curiosity, looking forward to Song Yuanchao's unexpected performance.

"Some students just asked, what song do you want to sing?" Song Yuanchao raised his hand and pressed it down, and after the cheers quieted down, he said with a smile: "I tell you that this is a very beautiful song about love, I dedicate it to the person I love the most, and also to all the teachers and students today, please listen to ...... next." ”

After speaking, Song Yuan bowed to the audience, and then he did not pull the accordion on his chest, but gently pressed his fingers on the keys, and a few simple notes sounded monotonously in the auditorium with the amplification of the microphone.

The accordion is leaking, and if Song Yuanchao is given a little time, he can fix it, but now there is no such opportunity. In the case of not being able to play the accordion to a large extent, Song Yuanchao could only ensure some simple soundtracks, so he took this approach.

Although the notes are simple, they have a unique charm under the performance of Song Yuanchao, as if everyone feels a picture, an old movie-like picture, in the picture is a beautiful garden, flowers are blooming, the sun is shining, but it is so peaceful.

"When you're old, your hair is gray, you're sleepy, ......."

Song Yuanchao's low but emotional voice sounded, and the beginning of the song didn't seem to be singing, but it was a bit like a recitation, but the recitation echoed with a melodious tune .......

When Song Yuanchao started singing, some of the teachers and students present showed stunned expressions, as if they felt that Song Yuanchao's song was very unexpected, where is this like a song, could it be that he is making everyone in the lake? And some people were thoughtful, but the eyes of several teachers in the front row lit up, and they cheered up and looked at Song Yuanchao on the stage like a song.

Song Yuanchao continued to sing: "When you are old and can't walk, take a nap by the fire, and reminisce about the ...... of youth." The simple and unpretentious sentences slowly sang from Song Yuanchao's mouth, his eyes passed through the space of the stage, and fell on Lin Yan sitting under the stage, at this moment, Song Yuanchao's expression was filled with endless love, with the thoughts of Lin Yan in his previous life, and with the promise of spending time with her in this life, he looked at his favorite person so affectionately.

"How many people have loved the joyful hours of your youth, your beauty, false or sincere, and only one has loved your pious soul, and loved the wrinkles and ...... of your old face."

With the interpretation of the song, Song Yuanchao put all his feelings into this song, he looked at Lin Yan affectionately, and at this time Lin Yan was already in tears, she never thought that Song Yuanchao, who was performing on stage, would suddenly sing this song, a song that sang directly to her heart, from the lyrics of this song, as well as Song Yuanchao's gaze, all poured out to herself what he missed and promised her.

The lyrics of this song "When You Are Old" are simple and simple, and the whole song is not long, but at this moment, it touched everyone present.

Love is beautiful, love is also an eternal topic, love can always express the most sincere feelings in the most ordinary life.

As the song reverberates, love seems to be integrated with the nature and heaven of the vast desert, which is a sincere and pure description of love, which makes countless people yearn for and reminisce about .......

Of course, Zhao Minglei is definitely not included in these countless people. Zhao Minglei, who originally planned to watch a good show, turned blue, his fingers were white, and his expression was a little angry, he didn't expect that Song Yuanchao not only did not make a fool of himself on the stage, but sang such a song, whether the song is good or bad, Zhao Minglei is not a fool, of course he can hear it, not to mention that he didn't see the teachers and students in the audience listening to Song Yuanchao's chanting in fascination, especially Lin Yan looked back at Song Yuanchao affectionately, with tears flashing in his eyes, which made Zhao Minglei almost crazy.

When Song Yuanchao's last lyrics were sung: "When I'm old, I really hope that this song is sung to your ......." ”

The last word came out of Song Yuanchao's mouth, followed by a few simple syllables, and the song came to an end. When Song Yuanchao finished singing, the entire auditorium was silent, but soon with a few applause, in the blink of an eye, a warm applause resounded all around.

The charm of a good song is unstoppable, especially such a song about love but unpretentious, a song can touch the hearts of countless people, even many teachers and classmates also warmly applauded Song Yuanchao's expression, Song Yuanchao even saw several oldest, gray-haired professors, in their eyes also have tears flashing.

Finally relieved, Song Yuanchao smiled and bowed to everyone, but in the warm applause he took the curtain three times in a row before it gradually stopped, before Song Yuanchao took the stage, the most dazzling thing in the whole party was naturally the "Oedipus" of the seniors of the history department, Lao Yang and Sun Yaoliang's cross talk was also good, but when Song Yuanchao finished singing, all the focus was on Song Yuanchao's body, in the eyes of everyone, today's party only this song is enough.

Leaving the stage and returning to his seat from the backstage, there were enthusiastic classmates greeting him all the way, and for a while Song Yuanchao was known by the teachers and students of the whole school, and met this economics student who brought everyone a good song.

Sitting back next to Lin Yan, her palms suddenly warmed, Lin Yan took the initiative to hold Song Yuanchao's hand, raised her eyes, her eyes were facing each other, Lin Yan's eyes were extremely hot, this heat was like a flame, as if the two of them were going to be burned out together.