The first process of the party is naturally the school leader taking the stage to give a speech.

This is probably the traditional bridge of every school.

No matter what the place is, for such a large-scale event, the person in a high position must be the first to appear.

And the words spoken are basically clichés such as wishing the students prosperity.

The students did not complain and responded with great applause.

……

Finally, the speech of the school leader ended.

Just when everyone thought they could enjoy the performance, the student representatives took the stage again and gave a large number of gorgeous speeches.

School leaders, everyone can also give some face.

If you are a broken freshman, if you say that you have no nutrition for a long time, the audience will be unhappy in an instant.

Fortunately, they only whispered and did not make a loud noise.

"I can't stand it, I knew before I even started that these things would be wasted half an hour."

"It's good to get used to it, this kind of link can't be avoided."

"I want to see the young lady dance, who wants to listen to him beep Lailai."

"Won't there be any more invited guests speaking on stage? And then another twenty minutes? ”

"I guess it's hanging."

Xu was the student's complaint that played a role, and at the end of the student representative's speech, the two presenters of the evening walked from the back of the stage to the front of the stage in long skirts.

Saw this scene.

Everyone couldn't help but let out a long breath.

Call.

It's over.

………

After the host's announcement, the big screen on the stage suddenly lit up.

Then a group of freshmen from the art department took the stage with their dancing steps.

The first program has very Chinese style elements, which is also very in line with the program of the party.

The students of the art department danced a classical Chinese dance.

Splashing ink, landscape, embroidery......

A variety of Chinese-style patterns flashed on the screen one after another, and the elegant dancing of the young ladies pushed the atmosphere of the scene to a climax.

Under the stage.

Zhong Ling sat on the stool, taking pictures with his mobile phone, and turned his head curiously to look at Zhou Wenyao and whispered.

"Sister Yaoyao, are you waiting for a performance?"

"No, my sister is a junior this year."

"Uh-oh."

Because Zhou Wenyao had watched these programs several times, she was not interested, so she took the initiative to chat with Zhong Ling.

"Ling'er, why do you look so similar to Sister Ying?"

"Because we're sisters."

"But you are more than ten years apart, it feels like a mold carved out, as soon as I see you, I can think of what Sister Ying looked like when she was a child."

"Hee-hee, that's not necessarily, I'll definitely look better than my sister when I grow up."

Ling'er's coquettish laughter suddenly made Zhou Wenyao sneer, but she still had to take care of the occasion, so she could only hold back her laughter.

She knew that Sister Ying had a younger sister, and she often heard her mention it.

But today is the first time the two have met, I didn't expect her and Sister Ying to look so similar.

Although Zhong Ling is still young now, and her face has not been completely opened, as long as you are familiar with Zhong Ying, you can see at a glance that this is what she looked like when she was a child.

………

An elegant opening dance raised the audience's interest threshold.

But then a series of shows made their interest decrease again and again.

Although there are many old students who have expected it, they are still a little disappointed.

However, it is understandable, after all, Suzhou University is not a professional art school.

The programs of each department are also mixed, and it is already very good to have this effect.

It's just that singing and dancing always makes people feel visually weak, and the occasional two cross talk sketches are also unsatisfactory, which can be heard from the sparse applause at the scene.

………

………

As the party progressed, the sunset gradually set over the mountain.

The brilliant sunset covered the sky at this time.

The entire stage was lit up red.

Holding the roster and walking on the stage dignifiedly, Zhong Ying glanced at the wilting audience in the audience, and then spoke.

The cold and textured voice spread through the microphone throughout the playground.

"Scholars go to the leftover barren platform, and the spring breeze is long and the moss is long. The peach blossoms on the mountain are as red as fire, and a pair of butterflies are flying again. ”

"I believe everyone has heard the story of Liang Zhuhua Die, and the next stage play [Liang Zhu] will be brought to you by the freshmen of the Chinese language major, so that we can applaud and welcome."

As Zhong Ying walked off the stage, the lights on the stage dimmed.

"If you want me to say, just let Senior Sister Zhong Ying talk on stage all the time, it's not much better than these shows."

"What Brother Tai said is very true."

"A stage play? Isn't this thing something that you can watch for free? ”

Offstage.

Zhou Wenyao shook Zhong Ling's arm excitedly.

"Ling'er, our professional program has arrived."

"Really?"

Yawning, Zhong Ling raised a hint of interest, and turned on the phone camera again to point at the stage.

———

The lights on the stage lit up one by one.

The curtain opens.

A figure dressed as a woman sits at a desk and is dozing boredly, and "he" turns his head from time to time to look out the window, as if expecting someone to appear.

At this time, the voice of narration sounded in the empty playground.

[He is a person, he is not real at all]

[What is false? What is it? 】

[Virtual, it's the man's ...... man's man]

[Anyway, it's not as real as men and women]

[Are men and women very real?] 】

[Of course]

[Men and women can do anything]

[Thrush, **, kiss the face, pass on the ancestry]

[You can do anything anyway]

[Oh, so men and women are called real in this way]

……

This familiar voice that penetrated deep into the bone marrow made Zhong Ling's body tremble violently.

It seemed to be his voice, but it wasn't like it.

He always exudes a sense of depression when he speaks, how can he be so light.

Could it be that I miss him too much?

Thinking of this, Zhong Ling shook his head and blushed and prepared to enjoy the show seriously.

But the next moment, a figure dressed in ancient costume slowly appeared from the side of the stage with a scroll.

The lights fell.

The man spoke slowly as he walked.

There was helplessness and ridicule in his tone.

"Yingtai, are you lazy again?"

Looking for the sound, Zhong Ling's gaze shifted to the man's face, and in the next second, his gaze instantly became extremely dull.

Uncle?

How could it be!

How did he end up here?

Don't care about what to think about, Zhong Ling anxiously grabbed Zhou Wenyao's arm on the side and asked eagerly.

"Sister Yaoyao, what's this person's name?"

Ling'er's sudden appearance startled Zhou Wenyao, and she didn't think much about it.

"He, his name is Lin Zhibai, he is a freshman majoring in Chinese language, and he is very talented."

"Hee-hee, do you think he's handsome?"

"I'll tell you......"

Zhong Ling couldn't hear Zhou Wenyao's words anymore, and just kept echoing a name in his mind.

Lin Zhibai.

Lin Zhibai...

It had to be him.

It had to be him!

But didn't he study in Modu Finance?

Why did you suddenly come to Su University?

Thinking of this, a ridiculous and unrealistic thought slowly emerged in Zhong Ling's mind.

Looking at the person on the stage, Zhong Ling's face had an expression that did not fit her age.

Smiling with bitterness.

With a smile and a smile, a shallow mist accumulated in the big beautiful eyes.

"Uncle~"

"We're finally meeting again."