The days when I was targeted by the soul of actor A

P beauty graduation exhibition.

The works of outstanding graduates are scattered in the exhibition hall, which symbolizes a period of life of every outstanding artist, and also symbolizes different worlds of thought, inviting people who come and go to step into it.

The newly opened oil painting gallery is rarely empty, and volunteers are making final arrangements.

On the most central wall, there is a portrait of 38X46CM.

That was Lin Yan's sleeping face in the morning light, people who were not close would never see Lin Yan's posture like this.

There is love in every stroke.

The early visitors gathered in a small circle and talked a lot.

"It's so special, it's rare to see a face from country S."

"Whoever painted this picture must love him very much."

"Isn't this the painting of the grass in the oil painting department?"

"Ah, it's him. No wonder...he pays more attention to light and shadow in this painting than before. Before, he liked to focus on the details of the characters."

"The name of this painting is 'Light'."

"I thought it would be a person's name? Why is it called this name?"

Visitors wanted to ask the author, but found that Qiao Yu had already left.

"It's so strange, isn't this a good opportunity to make friends with colleagues?"

"That's right, don't grasses want to continue to develop here in the future?"

"I heard that this painting will only be exhibited until the afternoon and will not participate in the auction."

"No way, this opportunity is rare, shouldn't you be eager to hang up until the end of the exhibition?"

People talk to each other, and the junior student next to him holding the timetable whispered, "Did the graduation exhibition and the P-tone graduation recital collide with time?"

...

P City Conservatory of Music, the background of the graduation recital.

There were people coming and going backstage, and everyone in the waiting room was still nervously arranging their equipment and instruments.

Corner dresser side.

Lin Yan was wearing a small vest in a suit, with neat chestnut hair and a bow tie on his neckline. He was leaning on an old chair and looking at his mobile phone. His long eyelashes were drooping, casting a small circle of shadows under his eyes, like a lost young master.

[Group chat: brick-moving team]

[Come on Lu Xiaoyuan: Happy graduation! ]

[Qing Gege: Happy graduation! ]

[Mother's love is like a mountain: Yan Yan happy graduation! ]

[Li Zhao: Happy graduation. ]

[Li Zhao: @母爱如山 I remember correctly, you also graduated today, right? ]

[Mother’s love is like a mountain: My life is over, Yanyan come on @father爱如山]

[Mother's love is like a mountain: proud cat Maotou.gif]

Lin Yan originally wanted to be a copying party, but when Qiao Yu said a word, the expressions of his subordinates immediately changed.

[父爱如山：暴揍猫猫头.gif]

[Father's love is like a mountain: please shut down, thank you! ]

Lu Yuan followed suit and blew a horn, and the copyists woke up.

[Come on Lu Xiaoyuan: Come on Yanyan/horn/horn/horn]

[Qing Ge Ge: Yan Yan come on / horn / horn / horn]

[Lin Shu: Come on, Yan Yan/horn/horn/horn]

"Leo, get ready, it's about to start."

Volunteers came down from the front of the screen to say hello.

"it is good."

Lin Yan stood up and straightened his clothes, and finally checked his phone. There was still no news from Qiao Yu.

The volunteer leading the way asked him, "Are you ready?"

"Okay, let's go." Lin Yan turned off the screen, put the phone aside, and followed him behind the scenes.

The applause of the award ceremony sounded, and Lin Yan stood on the steps behind the curtain waiting for the stage. Hearing the introduction of him by the host, for the first time in his heart, he was still deserting before going on stage.

"Leo, I'm sorry, I can't understand when your phone is on, but this color seems to be a special reminder?"

The volunteer quietly handed over his mobile phone.

There is only one short message above.

[Qiao Yu: Yanyan, I'm here. ]

The volunteer didn't think much about it at first, but when he saw Lin Yan took the phone and replied the message, he raised his eyes and was amazed to see Lin Yan's rare smile.

"Thank you."

Lin Yan handed the phone back to him.

The curtain was opened, and the stage manager lifted the curtain. When he saw the two of them, he said anxiously, "Leo, it's your turn."

"Just come."

Only then did the volunteers wake up, and quickly picked up Lin Yan's cell phone, watching him being taken away by the stage manager.

"I would like to invite the outstanding graduate representative, Lin Yan from the Cello Department to present his work, "Light". Welcome."

The host's voice fell.

Lin Yan thanked her, and walked onto the stage. The familiar stage lights made it difficult to see clearly.

He looked at the blurry crowd that was densely packed behind the bright lights, and fluently picked up the burden of the host.

offstage.

The audience saw Lin Yan, who is usually plain and low-key, on the stage in a suit and leather shoes. His exquisite facial features were broadcast to the big screen, his eyes were bright, and he spoke like a spring breeze.

The students in this department took the lead in screaming, followed by the voices of other people, and the screen broadcasting next to them flashed barrage——

"This kid has a good spirit, he has the spirit of P sound, I don't know how the work is."

"The great god who joined the P music group."

"So handsome! Damn it!"

"Who knows if he has a partner?"

"His Alpha is from P Mei next door."

"Call Yanyan—!"

"Isn't P Mei also a graduation show today?"

"Yeah, I just finished watching it, and it's amazing."

"Swift rush!!"

"Sisters in front calm down..."

"What is Swift?"

Qiao Yu frowned as she watched the barrage, regretting for a moment that she had chosen that outfit for Lin Yan.

But looking at Lin Yan who was immersed in the world of music on the stage, it seemed that the arrogant boy in the attic reappeared on the stage, and in the eyes of the audience, he was more eye-catching than the spotlight on him.

It's still a good suit.

The corners of Qiao Yu's lips curled up uncontrollably, and he took out a small cloth bag from under the seat.

When the whole concert was over, the performers took a curtain call one by one, and many family members who were ready to go rushed forward, sending flowers and presents.

Qiao Yu stood up, and the people next to him looked at him puzzled. As he walked to the aisle, more and more people noticed and turned their heads.

Qiao Yu walked with wind all the way, with sharp eyes, and it was rare to wear a suit at school, which made him look like a mixture of youth and maturity.

Holding a small square cloth bag in his hand, he walked across the red carpet and onto the stage.

"Whose family is this?"

"Oh my god, is that P Mei's Qiao Yu?!"

"Who?"

"It's the first Omega's companion. I just finished watching his work. It's amazing."

"I thought it was some kind of celebrity, whoever came here today is not famous."

"Speaking of this, they seem to be quite famous in country S."

"I've seen their movie, Self-Portrait? It's good."

"So explosive?!"

"I'm envious, I didn't go back separately when I came here..."

"You are also from country S, it seems that there are quite a lot of their fans here today."

Everyone, you said one sentence to another, and you made up the "truth". Knowing that Qiao Yu is not a smasher, your attitude has changed. There are those who have low hair and talkatively, those who think for themselves, and those who want to object but dare not speak out, all kinds of reactions come out.

Lin Yan stood on the stage, before he could react, he stared blankly at him walking step by step, with a proud posture, but bent down and offered the small cloth bag with both hands.

The sackcloth fell, and the painting under the cloth bag was projected on a large screen——

Many people present have just met at the exhibition.

It was Qiao Yu's graduation work.

"Light".

Cheers, screams and whistles sounded one after another, as if the students had just burst out of long-suppressed emotions, and the passionate voice almost toppled the roof of the venue.

Lin Yan met his eyes, and they couldn't say a word on the stage, but he understood the meaning of Qiao Yu's move.

The deafening cheers in his ears seemed to be far away, and Lin Yan's eyes were only on Qiao Yu holding the painting.

Six years and six years.

Those two teenagers who were talking through the door at the beginning are now facing the two people on the stage with a long distance between them.

They are still together, still not separated, and still chasing their persistent dreams.

Nothing has changed, but everything has also changed; the original dream has now become a reality, a person with flesh and blood, and the real temperature when hugging.

On the stage.

Everyone only saw Qiao Yu leaning over and handing the painting to Lin Yan, his posture was as standard as a knight's salute.

Only Lin Yan knew that Qiao Yu kissed his fingertips quietly.

Although in a submissive posture, Qiao Yu's expression remained the same. When he got up, he looked like he was okay, hugged him officially, and whispered in his ear, "Thanks for your hard work, Yanyan is really great."

Lin Yan was unprepared. Hearing his words, Mao'er's eyes turned red. He lowered his head and kissed the frame, but looked at him, "You are also great."

The sufferings they have suffered in the past, the difficulty of getting here, and the running-in of their works, every sleepless night seems to become light and light in the cheers and noise around them, and float away from their shoulders.

offstage.

A young critic looked at the excited men and women in front of him, and asked the person next to him in puzzlement, "Is there any good song by this graduate from country S?"

The person next to him said casually, "It's not bad to have such skills at this age. The arrangement and arrangement are innovative, but the music is a little too vulgar."

The old gentleman not far away shook his head silently.

The young man next to the old man asked, "Does Mr. She disagree? I think the name is very strange. This song is an adaptation of the prelude in "Starry Night Variations Suite". Why did you change the name to "Light"?" The painting with the same name?"

The old gentleman took a sip of tea and said slowly, "Remember what I told you in the first class?"

"Let me think about it... Art is all connected?"

"Well." The old man nodded, "Whether it's asteroids or people, we don't emit light; what we do is to refract these light sources, illuminate each other, and finally converge into a star river... .I think that's what he meant."

The young man looked at the stage in his trembling and steady voice, the light on the stage shone on Lin Yan and Qiao Yu, and the surging emotions were like waves, like light rain, infecting the people around him wave by wave.

The crowds form a sea of ​​joy, and the first sentence when they meet each other is——

"Happy Graduation."

Amidst the carnival, the chestnut-haired young man holding the painting raised his eyes to look at the person opposite, and grinned fiercely, "Happy graduation."

The curly-haired young man stood with his pockets in his pockets, looked back at him, with a smile in his eyes, bent down and pecked his lips lightly, which made his whole body frown and vigilant, and then he smiled flatly, "Happy graduation."

Happy graduation and a bright future.

——Extra episode [-]. Iris·End——

Not far away, a punk girl raised her camera and took a picture of this scene. That night, #音燕# went viral again.

@燕燕doi team: Swift photo.jpgX9

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The comments below exploded instantly.

@燕燕doi Team: Lost, lost! !

@ Tongue Kiss My Wife Yan Yan: Ahhhhhhh, I’m so sore, why do I have to work today so sad!

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@Sad Fountain: Today is also a day to cry for fairy love!

——External episode [-]: Iris, true, end——