"He's not."

The melon baby that Chen Xiaoyi knew came out to testify, he looked at Jiang Xun with a complicated expression, but slowly calmed down, and then introduced-

"Chinese opera, acting department, Jiang Xun."

Jiang Xun?

This name is a legend-like existence among the college students in the capital, and in this literary era, his name is associated with the Plum Blossom Award and the World University Student Theater Festival.

Of course, he is still Gao Xiang, Feng Ziping, Yang Maniac, and Zhou Ping......

In countless scorching eyes, Jiang Xun stood up and walked out of the cafeteria, alas, this X is really enjoyable today!

In the afternoon, there were also young girls and melon babies from other universities in the capital who kept arriving, Chen Xiaoyi originally planned to return to Chinese opera, so let's continue to play.

As dusk falls, the lights come on, and the flickering lights reflect the lush walnut groves on campus.

This is a good place for students of the broadcasting department of the Guangzhou Academy to practice their voices, and it is also a must-go place for couples to go on a date.

At this time, here, light and shadow have a harmonious melody, like the famous song played by Fan Jingling.

"Someone is singing in front of ......" Yichuan girl excitedly proposed, originally everyone's mood was very excited today, just a little bit, they need to explode, and they also need catharsis.

"Let's go, let's see." Chen Xiaoyi is also crazy, now it's not her graduation, people are crazy like this, who drills more people.

Sitting alone on the corner of the road, waking up by the cold wind, silently accompanying my lonely shadow, I just want to hug the guitar tightly, tell the bitterness, and think of the past at this moment......

With the guitar playing, the familiar melody exploded in the night of Guangyuan.

"Meimei ......"

A female voice came from behind her, Jiang Xun turned her head, and in the night, the girl smiled kindly and naturally.

"Let me introduce, Zhou Tao, from the dormitory next door to us, this is Chen Xiaoyi, this is her Hanhan...... Jiang Xun. The petite Sichuan girl introduced with a smile.

"Hello, hello." Chen Xiaoyi shook hands generously and greeted him.

"Hello, hello." Zhou Tao is also very enthusiastic, "Your voice is so good...... When he walked up to Jiang Xun, Jiang Xun saw clearly that it was Zhou Tao, but at this time, she was a little green, and she was still a flower that was not in full bloom.

"Zhou Tao, has your unit been decided?" The Sichuan girl is very welcoming.

"A rush in my heart to forge ahead, put aside the reality without concern......" In the night, BEYOND's singing kept coming.

"It's decided, go to the Propaganda and Education Department of the Peking Public Security Bureau, and call me then." Zhou Tao looked at her enthusiastically, glanced at Jiang Xun on the side from time to time, and invited, "Let's go to the front and have a look." ”

The walnut forest has surrounded many people, and in the accompaniment of the guitar, although this classmate is not as penetrating as Huang Jiaju's voice, it is also sincere.

"I've watched your TV series, Gao Xiang." Zhou Tao walked beside Jiang Xun and said in a low voice.

Jiang Xun understood, openly watching people sing, and secretly she wanted to contact herself.

"If you don't act well, see you laugh." Jiang Xun looked at the first sister of CCTV later, at this time, graduation was imminent, others were confused and excited, but she was quiet and good.

"You are too modest...... there were a lot of people in front, Zhou Tao stood still, and Jiang Xun also stood on her side, "Your voice is so good." ”

Really? Jiang Xun understood that she might be in the cafeteria at noon.

"Who's going to do it?"

In the crowd, I don't know who shouted, and the classmate who sang the ideal of goodbye had already given up the guitar.

"Gao Xiang, come to a song." I don't know who shouted again, and in the dim light of the walnut forest, the students accurately captured Jiang Xun.

Zhou Tao smiled, and she actually took the lead in applauding.

The whistle, laughter, and the gentle pull of the Sichuan girl made Jiang Xun unable to refuse.

White T-shirt, jeans, acoustic guitar, Jiang Xun just sat in the center of the crowd.

Gently plucking the strings and adjusting the scales, he looked at the girls in Guangyuan, the long-haired girls in dresses, and the short-haired girls in T-shirts......

"I would like to dedicate this song to the girls of Guangyuan." Jiang Xun plucked the strings, the strings stopped abruptly, and the audience immediately fell silent.

"The name of this song is "You at the Table."

Are you at the same table?

Many girls in Guangyuan are reminiscing, but there is no song in their memory.

"Will you remember tomorrow, the diary you wrote yesterday, and whether you still remember tomorrow, the ...... you used to cry the most?"

"The teachers can't remember it, you can't guess the problem, I also accidentally flipped through the photos before I remembered you at the same table......"

The simple guitar melody and plain lyrics are the undercurrents hidden in the hearts of many people.

In this graduation season, such a straightforward and bland singing voice may be touching the sad heart, and many girls' faces have turned a thousand times.

Zhou Tao leaned quietly on a walnut tree, looking at the boy sitting on the grass and playing with his guitar.

"Who married you who was sentimental, who read your diary, who put your long hair up, who made you a wedding dress......"

The singing died down, but no one applauded.

In the crowd, there were two sobs.

Because, in such a singing, all kinds of things that sank in the bottom of my heart suddenly came to my heart, the blurred faces began to be clear, the unfamiliar voices gradually became familiar, and the memories of my youth in the four years of college were awakened in the singing......

Chen Xiaoyi looked at Jiang Xun like this.

The young master is the young master, and wherever he goes, she gently wiped the moist corners of her eyes, why haven't you heard him sing this song before, is it now singing now?

In the crowd, a paper airplane took off from nowhere, gently under the light, in the peach forest, flying on Jiang Xun's head, but gradually falling, floating on the lawn not far from Jiang Xun.

An old guitar, simple arrangement, simple lyrics, and a young man in white clothes entered the hearts of the girls in Guangyuan.

"You used to be very careful and asked me to borrow half an eraser, and you also accidentally mentioned that you like to be with me......"

Another paper airplane drew an arc in the dark night, and then, accompanied by the slender hands of the girls of Guangyuan, two, three, countless paper airplanes circled and danced in the air......

The night is still so beautiful, and the singing is still so beautiful......

"At that time, the sky was always very blue, the days were always too slow, and you always said that graduation was far away, and in the blink of an eye, you went your separate ways......"

"Whoever meets you who is sentimental, who comforts you who cry, who reads the letter I wrote to you, who threw it in the wind......"

A girl threw the paper airplane in her hand into the air, and when she saw the paper airplane dancing in the light, she suddenly grabbed her companion and cried lowly.

Jiang Xun's voice was still heard, and his surroundings were already full of paper airplanes......

"The old days are gone

I will also have my wife, and I will show her pictures and tell her about you at the same table......"

"Who married you sentimental

Who comforts you who love to cry

Who coils up your long hair

Who made you a wedding dress

……”

At the end of the song, beware of drawing, the four strings sound like cracks.

The whole walnut forest was silent, but in the dark night, countless boys and girls held hands together, and they snuggled up to each other and warmed each other......

"Can you sing it again?" Finally, someone said softly.

"Jiang Xun, can you sing it again?" Zhou Tao stepped forward and looked at the white-clothed young man in front of him.