The childhood sweetheart who fell from the sky

On the day of the school celebration, the backstage was in chaos.

Zhao Siyang came early, the school paid to help manage the equipment, Jiang Feng found an empty corner to tune the instrument, Mu Yao stood alone at the door, looking blankly at the colorful people Shuttle back and forth.

In addition to him, there is another leisurely person, Lin Ting, the senior in the third year of high school.

He was wearing a particularly stylish black suit, which looked decent on the surface, leaning against the table, but actually covering up the deformed trouser legs behind him, just now Mu Yao watched him stuff a sack of magic props in it...

Mu Yao felt that Jiang Feng would look more handsome in this outfit, because Jiang Feng's shoulders were wider and thicker, and his legs were not as thin as Lin Ting's. Unfortunately, their combination was campus rock style, and Jiang Feng wore ordinary clothes. Her private clothes: a red and black off-the-shoulder sweater with Japanese embroidery, black sweatpants and sneakers.

Mu Yao, who sticks with him every day, looks very ordinary. In the eyes of others, with sunglasses, he is a fresh meat star who just got out of the airport.

In contrast, Zhao Siyang is relatively low-key, but in order not to lower the band's appearance, he also carefully selected a camouflage sportswear with boots, and replaced the black-framed glasses with color-changing sunglasses, which are completely invisible after wearing them. When he came out of age, he became a handsome high school student.

And Mu Yao couldn't continue to wear the white shirt of the school uniform anymore, so she chose the most expensive clothes among her own, which was given by a distant relative in middle school, a light blue checkered sweater, a moon-white bomber jacket, and beige slacks. White canvas shoes, because of the light color, turned out to be the youngest looking among the four.

"Can you show me your song? Hey Yaomei, you are so handsome today. I have to admit that I lost to you in the school grass selection. What about Xiao Jiangfeng? Hey, it is said that Wen Yu has something to do with him, is it true?" Lin Ting He is a familiar chatterbox, and others are too busy to snub him, so he can only strike up conversations with Mu Yao, but it's a pity that Mu Yao is a boring gourd.

Is he like this with everyone?Mu Yao thought to herself, but when they met before, he was obviously not so enthusiastic.

Originally, the school did not allow senior high school students to sign up for the program, but before Mu Yao entered the school, he was a school grassroots student with good grades, and his model design won the grand prize in the provincial competition. Good and talented people try their best to be on the show to prove the all-round development of students' morality, intelligence, physique and beauty.

Lin Ting read their score: "Hey, I didn't say that, how did your lyrics pass the review?"

"What's wrong?" Mu Yao was puzzled, "It's pretty good."

"It's pretty good..." Lin Ting handed the score to Mu Yao, "It's going to be a blast to sing, and the city leaders are here today."

Before Mu Yao took over the score, Wen Yu snatched it.

"Just take care of yourself." Wen Yu said domineeringly to Lin Ting, took the lyrics and left.

"Hey," Lin Ting said with a smile, "Sister Xue still has such a violent temper, but I like it."

Wen Yu glanced at Jiang Feng's direction outside the door: "What's the use of your liking."

"Oh no, I'm serious," Lin Ting looked at Mu Yao, "Which one of you wrote the lyrics?"

Mu Yao: "Mr. Zhao... By the way, he seems to have written two versions. Sister, did you take the wrong version? We will sing the rehearsal version."

Wen Yu said: "Singing the first version, I changed my mind."

"Hey..." Mu Yao still wanted to say, Wen Yu had already turned to go to the girl's dressing room, so she could only turn to Lin Ting, "Senior, I haven't seen it, can that one work?"

Lin Ting: "It's all up to now, if you can't do it, you have to do it. With Wen Yu's temper, no one can say it's useless."

"No," Mu Yao opened the door to look at Jiang Feng, "Brother Jiang, go talk about Sister Wen Wen."

"Huh? What's the matter?" Jiang Fengzheng squatted on the ground, using a tissue to clean a girl's shoes.

Mu Yao: "..."

That girl was in the dance show. There were five people in total, all wearing cute pink tutu skirts, white gloves and white leather boots. They were announcing the curtain in front of the stage, and all four of them were waiting for her.

"Go." Jiang Feng quickly finished wiping, said to the girl, and then went to the bathroom next to him to wash his hands, "Yao Yao?"

Mu Yao watched the girl run back to her companion with her face flushed, and her teammates asked jealously, "What's the matter with you and your junior", and asked, "...What's wrong with her?"

"Snacks are stained with sauce, and her skirt can't squat down." Jiang Feng said, "Is something wrong with Wen Yu? She hasn't finished her makeup yet?"

Mu Yao: "She said she would sing the lyrics of the first edition, but I haven't read it."

Jiang Feng: "Actually, it's fine. You don't have to worry. Others can't tell what words are being sung... Except Teacher Zhao, no one should care about this issue."

Zhao Siyang also came over at this time and asked: "How is it?"

"No problem." Jiang Feng nodded at him.

"There is still a dance and magic tricks, and then it's up to us to make Wen Yu hurry up." Zhao Siyang turned around after finishing speaking and went to work again.

"Hey, Miss Yao." Lin Ting called Mu Yao from a distance, "Look, is that your sister?"

Mu Yao's whole body was stiff, Jiang Feng immediately put him half in his arms, led him to Lin Ting's side, and whispered: "Don't be nervous, it's okay."

Mu Yao looked from the direction of Lin Ting, and sure enough, she saw Mu Si standing on the second floor of the auditorium, on the corridor open to foreign guests, wearing a blue and white uniform skirt of a foreign language high school, with long hair draped over her shoulders like a waterfall, her face expressionless. Standing in the stands with an expression on his face, he didn't see Mu Yao and the others.

Today is Thursday, why did Mousse come... Mu Yao's mind was in a mess, and the temperature of Jiang Feng's palms covering his shoulders made him calm down slowly.

Jiang Feng said: "Senior, are you pretending too much? What can you see so far away?"

"Hey," Lin Ting scratched his head and smiled shyly, "I didn't do this to surprise Yaomei... I met Mousse when I was a fellowship last semester. When I first saw her, I thought she must be a relative of Yaomei. , isn’t there a Yaomei performing this time, so I invited her to play.”

"You invite people to play, and you don't even find an infield seat?" Jiang Feng asked.

"I gave her a ticket, she doesn't want it..." Lin Ting straightened his tie, stared at Mousse, and said with some doubts, "I thought she wouldn't come..."

"Senior," Jiang Feng said coldly, "I don't think you want to surprise Yao Yao, but you want to strike up a conversation with this school girl?"

"Oh, look at you! You're not Yaomei. She hides such a beautiful sister and won't introduce it to everyone. Isn't she too estranged from the senior?" Lin Ting actually admitted directly again, and smiled and punched Jiang Feng, " Can you give the senior a face? Hey, it’s almost time for me, I’ll go up first, so that the junior can see my handsome side.”

Lin Ting stepped onto the stage to perform, and Jiang Feng held Mu Yao by the shoulders like a toy to help him off the stage, letting him watch the show.

"Don't be nervous, how many times have we practiced? Huh?" Jiang Feng said in his ear, "When the time comes to perform, you will forget everything."

Mu Yao just nodded indiscriminately, but after watching Lin Ting's performance for a while, her mood became more relaxed.

Lin Ting is a very gifted performer. Ordinary and boring magic tricks are embellished with twists and turns by his lines and facial expressions. He mixes up the true and the false on several occasions by mistake. If you make a mistake, you still have to intentionally make the audience laugh.

Because the show was too close to the band's performance, Mu Yao hadn't watched it during the rehearsal, and now she was unconsciously attracted by those little tricks.

When the last prop was also taken out of his suit pocket, the entire stage floor seemed to have just licked a pile of eggs, and Lin Ting also walked out of the covered table. Very tidy, and when pacing back and forth on the stage, the whole person seems to have a special taste.

Mu Yao: "He's quite handsome."

Jiang Feng: "Isn't it because you kicked him out of the position of school grass?"

Mu Yao smiled and said, "I haven't been caught by you..."

"Jiang Feng! Mu Yao! Come here to move things." Zhao Siyang waved to them.

They still couldn't see Lin Ting's last performance of juggling from his sleeves, and when the curtain fell on the stage, they went up in the dark and started moving instruments.

"The ending should be the best, right?" Mu Yao asked in a low voice.

Jiang Feng: "There are videos, they will be carved into CDs, we will watch them when we go back."

"What's there to see about him?" Wen Yu said to Mu Yao, "We're the finale, okay?"

Mu Yao settled down, stroked the keyboard with his fingers, and found that he was really not nervous. Although the score that Mr. Zhao recompiled was not simple, but the good habit of concentrating on practicing made him think about nothing else now, and he can guarantee that the score will be right. Yes.

With the sweet announcement of the female voice and the sound of high-heeled shoes "da da" walking towards the backstage, the curtain opened, bright lights came on, and the audience cheered in low voices.

Wen Yu is a perfectionist and wants to keep everyone fresh, so she hasn't changed her costumes backstage. This is the first time Mu Yao and the others see her image: she is wearing a blue men's sportswear The outfit fits well with the style of the whole band. His long hair is casually tied behind his head, his makeup is unusually simple and elegant, and his height and legs are 1.7 meters three. From a distance, he looks like a handsome and handsome boy.

After the cheers were over, Mu Yao began to play the prelude. It was a beautiful piano solo, brisk and bright. When Wen Yu opened his mouth, he inserted it perfectly: "Youth——"

Wen Yu supported the microphone, closed his eyes, and sang lyrics that Mu Yao had never heard before: "Why are you wearing a monotonous school uniform?"

"Could it be that you are just a system written by time?"

The audience was silent.

"Youth," Wen Yu opened his eyes, and looked around the audience calmly, but it seemed that no one saw it, "Why are you walking so neatly?"

Jiang Feng's drum began to beat.

"Could it be that you have given up struggling?"

Zhao Siyang didn't seem to hear the lyrics at all, his bass, the accompaniment played in the background and Wen Yu's guitar also started to sound at this time.

"Youth, why are you doing the repeated real questions?" Wen Yu's eyes looked rebellious, Zhao Siyang had a serious face, Jiang Feng was always smiling, and Mu Yao had a melancholy temperament, the four of them unexpectedly matched, "Could it be You, just approved plagiarism?"

"Youth, why are you implementing formatted management?" Wen Yu raised his voice higher and higher, "Could it be that you are for mass production of machines?"

"Youth, I ask you! What are you afraid of?" When the chorus began, Wen Yu's treble suddenly increased in loudness. She took a step forward, bent her knees to prop up the guitar, and the lead voice began to ignite, and whistles sounded in the arena , "Why is your voice so weak?"

The shouts and applause on and off the court instantly erupted.

"Youth, why do you use the banner of freedom to indulge our pride?" Wen Yu's singing skills are very good, the rhythm is accelerated, the words are still clear, and the rhythm is very accurate, "Unconditionally accept all mistakes, open the arms of hypocrisy—"

"Why do you hide from the eyes of the truth and let them make up? Surround us with a safe wall, so that the world will not hear!"

"Economy, a scam of your class!"

"Zhengzhi, you gemming farce!"

"Red tape, you guys, feudal excuses!"

The sound of the instruments stopped abruptly, leaving only Wen Yu's sonorous and powerful singing: "Youth! You don't have a reason for their cowardice!"