What bad thoughts can Xueshen have?

Most of the programs in the first year of senior high school are energetic singing and dancing, as if they want to show their inexhaustible energy; the programs of the second year of high school are mostly cross talk, which makes the school teachers and students laugh; and the third year of high school may not be willing to spend time To prepare these, it may be forced by the elderly class teacher. Some classes have a chorus, and some classes feel like a poetry recitation.

In short, the styles are diverse, and the grades are quite obvious.

After Chi Yue molested Luo Xiao, he watched the performance quietly, and Cao Zhuo would comment in a low voice from time to time, like "Why is the girl dancing with such long legs, it feels longer than mine", "The chorus of the seventh class next door is so good My ears hurt, and I'm out of tune," and so on.

Qian Lecheng was bored watching it, so he grabbed Luo Xiao's stool and leaned forward and said, "I can't take it anymore, what kind of recitation the second class next door is doing, I almost fell asleep, it's more hypnotic than Lao Wu's class."

Lao Wu is a Chinese teacher. He is in his fifties and wears thick glasses. When he is in class, he recites a poem to express his emotions. When he is too involved, it is not impossible to say something. Students who are too anxious to sleep at night will record Lao Wu's class audio and listen to it before going to bed, usually up to 10 minutes, to ensure they can fall asleep.

Until now, that audio is still hanging in the group files of the □□ class group.

"The head teacher in class two is a bit abnormal this semester. I heard that after the evening self-study, he came to the class to watch them study in two classes. He probably didn't approve of the program, so he just got on stage." Cao Zhuo said, "Zhao Yong from his class Tell me there's nothing in PE class, it's miserable."

After hearing this, Qian Lecheng sighed, "That's pretty miserable!"

Cao Zhuo said: "Be patient, after two shows, we will be Xiaoer, and it will definitely be lively by then."

Qian Lecheng nodded, "That's right, the group of people in the forum yelled every day that we Xiaoshen couldn't watch without showing up, and today it's cheaper for them."

He said this, as if seeing how amazing Luo Xiao was, he was very proud.

Luo Xiao didn't say anything, and still maintained the posture of supporting his head sullenly.

No performance on stage could attract him.

Chi Yue turned his head to look twice, and saw that Luo Xiao was thinking about something, so he kept silent.

Luo Xiao was actually just thinking about those eyes, and the appearance of the piano keys beating under those hands that he saw last time. They all felt deja vu, but it was too long ago, and he was not sure if it was the same one.

Although he has a good memory, he will always selectively remember what he wants to remember. As for the others, he will be thrown into an unknown corner and gradually faded as time goes by.

This is human instinct, but now he wants to know, but he can't get the answer.

This can be frustrating for someone who has spent years with little or no barriers to learning.

"Thank you for the poem recitation brought by Class [-], Grade [-]. The Long March is difficult and bumpy. Our contemporary students should learn from our ancestors and have the spirit of the Long March without fear of hardships and dangers."

"Yes, thank you to Class [-], Grade [-]. By the way, Si Nian, have you noticed that this year's Grade [-] students are really versatile and good at singing and dancing."

"I found out, and there are not only songs and dances, but tonight our school girls from Class [-] and Class [-] of Senior High School brought us a performance of traditional musical instruments. We welcome Zhao Yanjun from Class [-] and Class [-] of Senior High School to bring us a guzheng solo "Autumn Moon in the Han Palace" .”

The two hosts on the stage talked to each other and greeted the performers of the next show.

On the stage was a tall girl in Hanfu, wearing a red cloak, and the lights followed her as she moved. She still walked slowly, and her clothes fluttered on the stage, giving her a sense of immortality.

Luo Xiao tilted his head, showing a little interest.

The audience was quiet, and everyone's attention was focused on the girl on the stage. She was too calm and acted like no one else, which really attracted people's attention.

Cao Zhuo looked around and said, "Do you recognize me or not? This is the daughter of my second cousin and third cousin, the one I asked you to vote for."

Qian Lecheng: "Damn it, your cousin is really good!"

Chi Yue was a little surprised. He voted by his number. Except for clicking on the photo of Luo Xiao in the whole mini program, no one else looked at it twice. Naturally, he didn't know that Cao Zhuo was so incompetent. What does my cousin look like?

Although I can't see his appearance clearly now, his temperament alone is really outstanding.

Chi Yue felt that the votes he was forced to vote recently were not very conscientious.

Luo Xiao stared at the people on the stage, and saw that she bowed slightly and sat in front of the guzheng. Her arms were raised, her movements were graceful and natural, her fingers brushed against the strings, and the melodious sound of the guzheng echoed in the auditorium. .

Chi Yue could sense that Luo Xiao wasn't as boring as before, he was seriously looking at the people on stage.

Chi Yue turned sideways slightly, and whispered, "Why aren't you surprised at all?"

Luo Xiao moved his head and replied, "Vote for her every day!"

Chi Yue seemed to understand something, only he voted by looking at the number, but Luo Xiao probably clicked on everyone's photos and looked at them carefully.

As soon as this thought appeared, Chi Yue felt a little sour in his heart, the sourness of drinking half a jar of vinegar and eating a whole lemon.

He showed his face in front of Luo Xiao so many times, and he didn't recognize himself at the beginning of school. Luo Xiao took a serious look at the girls in the voting. If you think about it again, maybe Luo Xiao, who was voted by the school grass next door, also watched carefully. Pass.

Chi Yue took a deep breath, and asked Yuan Su, who was sitting on his right hand, who was distracted the whole time, "Periodic table, do you know how to join the school grass competition in our school?"

Yuan Su's distracted gaze focused, "Huh? You want to participate in the school grass competition?"

Chi Yue said, "I have an idea."

Yuan Su said: "Well, if no one recommends it, you can send an email to recommend yourself, but the voting will end in just two days, and it's too late for you."

Chi Yue nodded, "Oh, good."

Yuan Su's eyes began to drift away again, and he muttered in a low voice, "I also signed up, but no one voted, hey, Xiaoxue is going to be on stage, and Xiaoxue is so excited."

Chi Yue didn't understand what he was talking about, but he didn't bother to care about it. When he learned that the voting was about to end, Luo Xiao probably had already finished reading the competition, so he missed it, which is a pity.

Otherwise, the next time you go on vacation to take an artistic photo or something, let the owner of the photography shop make a poster for him and stick it on the wall of the dormitory?

I can also take more ID photos, pay more money to edit the pictures, and paste them on the door, so that Luo Xiao can see them every day when he returns to the dormitory.

Chi Yue nodded secretly.

Zhao Yanjun played this piece very skillfully, full of emotion, Luo Xiao began to close his eyes after listening to it.

A few minutes later, the intoxicated Cao Zhuo came back to his senses, saw that Luo Xiao was about to fall asleep, and hurriedly reached out to shake his shoulder, "Xiao'er, you will perform next time, sober up."

Luo Xiao, who was awakened by the shaking, yawned and said, "It sounds good."

Cao Zhuo: …

Chi Yue: ...

They were all speechless, how should I put it, it really sounds good, but it is unconvincing to be said by Luo Xiao with this kind of reaction.

Luo Xiao said, "I'm just a little sleepy."

Cao Zhuo shook Luo Xiao violently again. If Chi Yue hadn't stopped him, Luo Xiao would have fallen asleep again amidst the shaking.

A guzheng piece lasted only a few minutes. After Zhao Yanjun finished performing, he stood up and bowed again, and then quietly stepped off the stage. His indifferent sense of sight once again excited the group of boys who had never seen anything in the world.

May I ask, who doesn't yearn for the flower of Gaoling?

After a brief silence, the audience applauded warmly, ushering in a new program.

Because the next program is Luo Xiao's, the student in charge of the party came to ask Luo Xiao to prepare.

Luo Xiao picked up the suit jacket on the chair, got up obediently, and walked towards the backstage.

Seeing this, Cao Zhuo also stood up, "I have to go too, Xiao'er must be scared alone."

So Qian Lecheng, Yuan Su and Chi Yuesan followed behind Luo Xiao, and those who didn't know thought it was the five of them performing together on stage.

The violin was ready, and Luo went through a rehearsal process before dinner, and tried it without any problem.

On the stage is a boy singing solo, very intoxicated.

Cao Zhuo walked to the side of the stage. He didn't feel much sitting in the back before, but now he came to the front of the stage and realized that the stage is really big and there are so many people in the audience.

Cao Zhuo couldn't help saying: "If I didn't play, my legs are already weak."

It may be that tonight's show is too good, the audience is already a little tired, and there is no reaction from the audience. Even the leaders in the front row are quietly drinking tea amidst the solo singing.

Chi Yue and the others couldn't go backstage, so the four of them squatted next to the stage in a row, waiting for the dance to end, and then the host came on stage. I don't know if it was Chi Yue's illusion, Chi Yue felt that the host was a little excited now.

The host, like a trick, first introduced the content of the performance, then said some words of praise for the show, whetted the appetite of the audience, and finally pronounced Luo Xiao's name.

This name seems to have some special magical power, just for a moment, the atmosphere in the auditorium is obviously different. After a short period of restlessness, everyone stretched their necks and couldn't care less about chatting, especially those who only heard the name but didn't see it. The students who have passed Luo Xiao himself wish to have some special skills to get closer to the stage.

The light dimmed suddenly, and a ray of warm light hit the back of the stage. Luo Xiao, who was wearing a black suit, stood there. He seemed to be uncomfortable, and he fiddled with the collar of his shirt. Walk to the center of the stage.

The audience in the audience looked forward to it, but Luo Xiao on the stage showed no expression, his black eyes were full of indifference and coolness, and his whole body was filled with the aura of not being close to strangers.

That ray of warm light hit his body, as if covering him with a layer of golden light, but it failed to add any warmth to him.

Even Chi Yue, who gets along with Luo Xiao every day, was amazed at this time, not to mention the people in the audience, Chi Yue seemed to be able to clearly hear the sound of breathing in the auditorium.

Cao Zhuo next to him kept saying, "Damn, what, is this my Xiao? How can he be so handsome, what the hell..."

In short, thousands of words are the exclamation of those two words, short and powerful, broad and profound.

The lights on the stage turned into stars in the night sky, and the melodious sound of the piano was the most unique and moving embellishment in this night. Luo Xiao, standing in the center of the stage, radiated his own light.

He is like a little prince walking out of a fairy tale, a music box treasured by others.