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The two hosts were still on stage, and the audience was already chatting chaotically.

"Who do you think will be the final winner of this competition?"

Of course it's Zhao Chen. He sang almost perfectly, and the only thing that worried me was whether he would be the first to take the stage and whether it would make the judges' impression fade. ”

"Yes, take Zhao Chen out alone, I'm used to seeing the singers on TV, and I don't think it's any better, but compared with these players behind, this gap is fully reflected, it's heaven and earth, if the champion is not him, I will chop ...... live" A young man was about to swear, and suddenly reacted that this was not in the dormitory, let alone on the virtual network where he couldn't see people, and he was still a little shy and couldn't say the rest of the word.

"Chop and hang. Someone next to him helped him to replenish it, causing the boys to laugh and the girls to scold and scold.

"Don't talk too early, be careful that you really become the last eunuch in Huaxia~ I heard that Li Zhushi sent by Jiangcheng University this time is even more powerful than this Zhao Chen, but it's very strange, Li Zhushi should have been the first to appear, why did he swap the order of appearance with Zhao Chen and become the last to appear?"

"In that case, whether his baby can be kept depends on the result of the last game?" someone stared at the young man who claimed to be live streaming the chopping just now.

When the young man heard their words, his little face turned pale with fright, and he kept wiping the cold sweat from his forehead with a tissue.

Next, I would like to invite Song Qiu, a student from Jiangcheng University, to bring us a flute performance. The host reported.

"Huh, a replacement?"

"Isn't it Li Zhushi, who is Song Qiu?"

"Is it a flute? Who still listens to that?"

There was a lot of discussion in the audience.

The young man who was thinking about escaping with urine heard the discussion around him, and his heart was overjoyed, and he dispelled the idea of escaping, and sat in his seat with great confidence.

When the judges heard the announcement, they couldn't help frowning slightly, the bamboo flute, as a representative of Chinese classical musical instruments, has gradually withdrawn from the mainstream stage, and it is almost possible to appear in the background soundtrack of a song.

Appearing as a solo performer in competition?

They weren't optimistic about it from the start.

Seeing that the student named "Song Qiu" appeared on the stage, the brows of these judges couldn't help but wrinkle even tighter, not to mention what the appearance was, the typhoon alone made them unbearable.

When Song Qiu appeared on the stage, he just didn't make any deliberate changes when he walked, and he walked exactly the same as usual, and in the eyes of the judges, he had no temperament, no image, and no grace.

"The typhoon was so bad. A judge muttered in a low voice.

Typhoon is an important part of the actor's performance, and it is the temperament and demeanor that the performer presents to the audience in terms of vision. Typhoon difference will cause the effect of the entire show to be greatly reduced.

Song Qiu heard what the judges said and ignored it.

He held the bamboo flute, closed his eyes, and completely calmed his body and mind, and the song from that dream involuntarily resurfaced in his mind.

For some reason, when he woke up, he couldn't recall the faces of the man and woman in his dream, but he remembered the flute sound.

Song Qiu also asked Tai Bai Xing what was going on with the flute several times, and Tai Bai Xing shook his finger mysteriously every time: "Don't say, don't say, you will naturally know when the time comes." ”

The bamboo flute is held to his lips, and the melodious music flutters.

The noise and noise around gradually fell silent with the sound of the flute.

The audience couldn't help but close their eyes and listen quietly.

In the dark, a little cool, it was the wind blowing on the face.

Then there was a faint light, and it was light, the morning light that had just pierced through the dark clouds in the morning.

Then the song of birds, the rubbing of leaves, the crisp sound of wind chimes...... Many voices are heard gradually, but they are not chaotic or harsh, but give people a wonderful feeling that cannot be explained.

Time seems to have paused.

No, not a pause, but a step backwards.

Time is speeding back.

The light color became faint, soft and not harsh, like yellowed pages, or a bygone day.

In this light, Huang Haotian saw himself when he first entered the university. At that time, he was in the prime of his youth, and he had feelings for a girl in the same class, but because he was young and shy, he couldn't pierce the layer of window paper and come together.

The desks in the library, the corridors of the teaching building, and the green lawn by the playground all resurfaced in front of me when I thought I would never remember them again.

Suddenly, the sound of the flute in my ears turned, and these pictures were like fragile glass, shattered in an instant.

The sad tune came, and the picture in the memory suddenly changed. It was an ordinary afternoon many years later, and he and she met by chance on a street corner. At that time, he was already a husband, and she was also a wife, and the once young boy and girl had entered middle age. The two looked at each other for a long time, but they were silent, and finally ended hastily with a smile and a sentence of "long time no see". After returning home, Huang Haotian got drunk, which can't be said to be because of regret, maybe it's just to pay tribute to the green years that will always be missed, but will never return.

The sound of the flute ended quietly.

Huang Haotian opened his eyes, touched his eyes with his hand, and his fingers were instantly covered with wet tears. He glanced around, and the other judges and the audience were just like him, as the flute ended, as if he had just woken up from a big dream, and he didn't know where to wander in the dream, all with a tearful face.

Huang Haotian, who already had a few pieces of gray hair, looked up at Song Qiu, who was quietly independent on the stage, and sighed: "This song should only be in the sky, how many times can I hear it in the world?"

Li Zhushi and others had already walked out of the waiting room when Song Qiu had just taken the stage, stood by the audience, and enjoyed Song Qiu's entire performance completely.

When the flute ended, Meng Ziqing had already cried into a tearful person, and she didn't know what this girl remembered, she kept crying, and Li Zhushi, who had just opened her eyes and was a little moist in her eyes, had to cry and laugh and keep handing her tissues.

Zhao Chen's face was cloudy, and his eyes were full of monstrous hatred and hatred when he looked at Song Qiu.

The audience was silent.

After a long time, someone shouted in a hoarse voice: "Song Qiu!"

The surrounding audience was awakened by this shout, and they scrambled to wave their hands and shout vigorously:

"Song Qiu!"

"Song Qiu!"

"Song Qiu!"

Hearing the tsunami-like shouts of the mountains, Zhao Chen's face turned from white to red, and then from red to purple, and his face was inflated into a pig's liver color.

Li Zhushi looked up at Song Qiu, looking at Song Qiu.

She opened her thin lips and made a "believe in you" mouth shape, Song Qiu couldn't help but smile when she saw it.

The audience's cries did not stop for a long time, and the two hosts walked up to the stage, turned the microphone to the maximum pitch with a high-decibel shout, and shouted with a smile: "It seems that there is no need to worry about the headache of several judges to score this time, which school does the champion of this competition belong to, who does it belong to, can you tell me together?"

The audience became more enthusiastic, and suddenly burst into a louder cheer.

"Jiangcheng University!"

"Jiangcheng University!"

"Song Qiu!"

"Song Qiu!"

"Song Qiu!"

The two hosts waited for the audience to shout almost before pressing down with their hands and making quiet movements.

The audience also cooperated and gradually quieted down.

The male host raised the microphone and was about to speak, not wanting a sharp voice to sound suddenly, like a spring thunder exploding in the air.

"Song Qiu is not a student of Jiangcheng University, his grades should be invalidated!"