Low Key Star

  Chapter 73【073】Regret

  No. 2 Middle School has three student assemblies every year, farewell party, welcome party, and New Year party. Overall, the New Year party is the best in quality, and is recorded by a TV station every year. The farewell party is the last, and it is also recorded by a TV station every year.

This quality is of course relatively speaking. In fact, the hardware and funds provided by No. 2 Middle School itself have surpassed more than 90% of the schools. In addition, most of the students are from rich families and have the conditions to learn and cultivate various talents since childhood. There are also various schools in the school. The lower limit of various clubs is higher than the upper limit of other schools, and the difference is not much worse.

Nearly halfway through the farewell party, after listening to an elegant piece of piano music that not many people liked, Yu Xiaoxi walked slowly to the center of the stage in a long black dress. Two sentences about the performance just now, and then announce the next program.

   "Next, I will invite Chen Ya, a student from Class 9 of the third year, to bring us a Chinese style song, "Moonlight" by Lin Suyuan."

   Zhang Yang yawned, and when he heard the words "Chinese style", he lifted his spirits and looked up to the stage.

  A boy in a traditional school uniform walked slowly to the center of the stage with a microphone in his hand, and slowly said to the accompaniment: "Today is the day we are about to say goodbye to the campus, and it is also the birthday of a very special classmate in my heart..."

   There was a commotion in the auditorium.

  Liu Chan grabbed Lin Yiran's hand and exclaimed in a low voice: "Wow, Chen Ya can sing? It's so hidden!"

  Wang Shanshan said: "Yiyi, if he confesses his love to you in public, how are you going to respond?"

   "Who said it was sung for me?"

  Lin Yiran rolled his eyes, "Besides, people just want to show their talent and affection, and it doesn't matter who they sing to. Wang Yiran, Liu Yiran, Zhao Yiran, and Su Yiran are all fine. Do I need to respond?"

   At this time, many people around were looking at this place, Liu Chan lowered her voice again, and smiled in her ear: "Then what if Zhang Yang sings?"

  Lin still jumped in his heart and blushed a little. Fortunately, the lighting in the auditorium was very dim, so he was not afraid of being seen, and said slightly annoyed: "He can't sing!"

   "I know that there is another classmate who has the same idea as me. Although his show was eliminated, it doesn't matter. We feel the same. I can help you express it together."

After one morning, Zhao Kuo wanted to sing in front of the school gate to confess his love, but the news that Zhang Yang disturbed spread more widely. Although Chen Ya didn't mention his name, those who knew about it could immediately guess what he was talking about. For those who didn't know, they were quickly popularized by the students next to them, and the laughter quickly expanded in the auditorium.

  The teaching director sitting in the guest seat also frowned, but hesitated for a while, seeing that there was no microphone in front of him, so he held back the idea of ​​controlling the scene.

   "Shoulin Sowon's "Moonlight" is for you, I hope you will like it."

  Chen Ya on the stage took a deep breath and began to sing along with the accompaniment, but it was obvious that he talked too much and didn't have time to sing at the beginning, so he hummed along to fool the past, and then sang the lyrics.

   "Open the window of dusty memories for many years, lightly blow the wind, and want to fill the wall with crape myrtle"

   "That moonlight, your smiling face"

  …

In all fairness, this person has excellent singing skills and voice, and it will definitely be no problem to get one of the top ten on campus. The auditorium, which was a little tumultuous because of his opening, quickly quieted down, and the audience was silent. girl with final birthday wishes.

   Zhou Fan approached Zhang Yang, with a worried tone, "This guy sings really well, you won't be crushed later, right?"

   "Don't worry, it's not a draft."

  Zhang Yang glanced at Lin Yiran's position. The short distance of three or four meters was separated by a sea of ​​people and darkness into an insurmountable Milky Way.

   "That's right, you take advantage of others."

  Zhou Fan nodded, then leaned closer and lowered his voice, "Are you sure you don't think about it anymore? After this song is over, the relationship between you and Lin Yiran is probably over."

   Zhang Yang remained silent.

Zhou Fan said again: "Or you can modify the lyrics, something like "Whoever marries the sentimental you, I will have my wife too", change it to "You who used to be sentimental, now I am a gentle and virtuous wife", wouldn't it be okay? ? And it rhymes, so it's definitely better to sing. "

   Zhang Yang remained silent.

  Zhou Fan curled his lips, sat up straight and continued listening to the song, within 20 seconds, he suddenly leaned over again, "How about the wife who is lying next to me now?" "

   Zhang Yang exhaled, "Listen to the song."

  Zhou Fan groaned, "Just listen, anyway, I'm not the one whose heart is bleeding."

   After a while, he leaned over again, "It could be Lin Yiran later, don't you feel bad?"

   Before Zhang Yang could speak, Luoshen suddenly appeared: "If you want to change the song now, there is still time."

  Zhang Yang asked: "What should I change to? "On the Rainy Day on Qingming Festival"? Or "Nunchaku"?"

   "Simple Love."

   "When is another song coming out?"

   "Just now, didn't you want to hear the notification, so I didn't tell you."

   "What triggers this song?"

   "You have to ask yourself this. I can only advise you to make a careful decision and regret it early."

  …

  Seeing that Zhang Yang had been pretending to be dead, Zhou Fan scolded "You bastard!" He probably thought that Zhang Yang was hopeless, so he finally stopped whispering.

   "You look shy—"

  Chen Ya sang in the coda, bowed to call the curtain, left a sentence of "Happy Birthday" amidst the waves of applause, turned and walked off the stage.

Zhang Yang hardly had any impression of the next few programs, and he even forgot to be nervous. When he was struggling, his phone vibrated. He took it out and saw that it was a message from Yu Xiaoxi: "Senior, come to the backstage to prepare !"

   Zhang Yang talked to Zhou Fan, stooped his waist and walked quietly towards the back, and walked around to the backstage.

  Almost at the same time, Lin, who was being laughed at by the sketch on stage, still covered his mouth, and subconsciously turned his head to look at Zhang Yang's seat. Naturally, he saw nothing in the darkness.

  A few times before I turned my head habitually, and it was always the same result, but I knew he must be there, and I didn't care, but this time I felt a little inexplicably restless.

  Lin still thought about it for a while, but he didn't think of any accidents that could happen. He wouldn't be so stupid as to be jealous of that Chen Ya, right?

   If so, it must be on purpose!

  … BAD!

When Zhang Yang came backstage, he was told that there were three more programs, and it would be his turn after that. He felt powerless for a moment, wanting to complain, but felt that this was okay. He tried the sound for ten seconds, and naturally there was no need to adjust it. What, so I stood in the backstage passage with my guitar in my arms and waited, my mind was overwhelmingly entangled.

  Do you want to change the song?

  Such a beautiful girl... It's just a relationship... It's normal to break up, what hurts or not... At worst, don't be a scumbag, just go on with her... Impossible, impossible...

Her family is so rich, but they haven’t found any problems now, it’s just because they haven’t had enough contact with each other... Families of different classes, values ​​and consumption concepts will definitely have big conflicts... After getting married, how will her parents get along with her own parents... Let’s talk about others Maybe she didn't even think about marrying herself, it's just a relationship... Wasn't Yang Yuting the same at the beginning... Didn't she also get engaged to someone else in the end... Hey, isn't this just right?

  Forget it, forget it, don’t think about it... Labor and management have been indecisive in their previous lives, and they must not continue to be like this in this life. Now that they have made a decision, they will never regret it... Since they will be divided sooner or later... Regrets will never admit it...

Such a beautiful girl... It's just a relationship... It's normal to break up... The worst thing is not to be a scumbag... Impossible... Impossible... Didn't Yang Yuting also... Married someone else in the end... Lin Yiran, Lin... She... Will she will be sad?

   Zhang Yang stood there holding the guitar in a daze.

  Yu Xiaoxi walked towards the stage again, Bai Nen's palm waved in front of his eyes, "Senior, senior? Senior! It's your turn..."

"Oh, I know…"

   Zhang Yang came back to his senses and saw Yu Xiaoxi walking back to the stage to announce the curtain.

"Compared to our life, the three years of high school are just a short journey, but the memories of these three years may remain in our hearts forever. Time flies, three years, five years, ten years later... Who will you miss the most?"

"A teacher who is always strict in class? A tall and pretentious figure on the court? A face you meet unexpectedly at a corner of the campus? Or the one you see at the same table every time you turn your head in the classroom? "

   "Welcome to Zhang Yang, Class Two of the third year..."

   As soon as the name was heard, there was a slight commotion in the auditorium of more than 3,000 people.

  While discussing with Liu Chan and Wang Shanshan how many more programs will end, Lin still raised his head slightly in astonishment and looked towards the stage.

  “…bring us an original song written and composed by himself: “You at the Same Table.”

  The slight commotion turned into an uproar, and even many teachers in the front row couldn't help exchanging glances, or whispering to each other.

   No. 2 Middle School has never been short of talents, and there have been original songs naturally, but the shock, impact and gossip brought by the combination of Zhang Yang, Original, and the same table, at least in this farewell party, is unprecedented.

  In the teacher's seat in the second row, Fu Quanyi cursed angrily: "This kid..."

  But he couldn't help stretching his neck and looked towards the stage.

  Zhao Kuo's eyes widened in the audience, his face turned red and then pale, and he was even more irritated than being called by Chen Ya just now.

  Chen Ya, who had already returned to his seat and enjoyed the praise of his classmates, also looked at the stage in astonishment.

In the seats in the second class, after the initial shock and discussions, almost everyone was looking for Lin Yiran, and the people around her were staring at her closely. Liu Chan and Wang Shanshan were also a little surprised. They turned to look at Lin Yiran. Chan whispered: "Don't tell me you don't know?"

"I really do not know."

Lin still didn't care about the attention of the students around him, and stared at the familiar figure slowly walking out of the stage with his clear eyes. For a moment, he couldn't explain what it was like. It was a bit like being suddenly confessed by him on his birthday last year, and his face was flustered. , and there is no practice makes perfect, but the heart is more flustered and the face is hotter.

  Last time, I had no choice but to reject him. This time... why did he choose such a way? Just secretly sing it to yourself, don't you think the noise from the confession last time wasn't big enough?

  But...why do you feel a little surprised, even more and more surprised?

  No, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, you have to be steady, you have to be calm, you can't be seen by Liu Chan and Shanshan, or you'll be ashamed... This villain... What should I do, my face is so hot...

  When will he write songs?

  What did you write?

  (end of this chapter)