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Chapter 248 Senior, is this a word written just for me? (Third update, please subscribe)

Yu Qun knew how monstrous Lin Xuan's talent in music was, although the students from the top ten colleges and universities were all carefully selected by them, and each of them had profound musical attainments.

But it's not enough to look at Lin Xuan.

If the music competition of "Chinese Culture Ceremony" becomes Lin Xuan's only show again tomorrow, then this program might as well be renamed "Lin Xuan Culture Ceremony"!
How to do?
Yu Qun's heart was tumbling, he never thought that sometimes it is not a good thing to be too strong alone.

Xiao Zhang's eyes suddenly lit up: "Director Yu, if we are worried that Lin Xuan will be too dazzling, why don't we let him sit in the guest seat all the time tomorrow and not speak?"

Yu Qun glanced at him and sighed: "Haven't you noticed? In fact, Lin Xuan is not a person who likes to show off. You see, we called him to the stage during the poetry writing competition today. Otherwise, he has always been very honest. Sitting in his own seat, he has no intention of going on stage, and even the host is a little reluctant to invite him to go on stage. And even after he sat in the guest seat, he hardly spoke. If Teacher Liu asked him to comment, I am afraid he would not even I don’t even bother to open my mouth. I’m just worried about accidents, after all the webcast...if an accident happens, it will be difficult to control the scene.”

After half a sound.

He had a decision in his mind: "I remember that Lin Xuan is only good at pop music and piano. Tomorrow's music competition will mainly focus on Chinese classical music and traditional musical instruments. I have never heard of Lin Xuan's ability in these, so there is no need to worry too much about it." Too worried.

But just in case, you go and invite Meng Chenyao, Mr. Meng.Mr. Meng is the country's chief musician, and he has profound attainments in classical music. With him, I believe that even if something happens tomorrow, Mr. Meng will be able to suppress Lin Xuan. "

"Ok."

Xiao Zhang left in a hurry.

……

……

The program on the first day didn't end until after twelve o'clock in the evening.

This is also a disadvantage of live broadcasting of online programs: the duration is extremely long.

When Lin Xuan left the studio, he saw a pretty figure sitting on a chair in the corridor. His heart moved slightly, and he walked forward: "Ting Yu, why are you sitting here?"

Ye Tingyu raised his head and said pleasantly, "Senior, is it you?"

Lin Xuan nodded: "It's so late, let's go back and rest early. We have to record the show tomorrow."

Ye Tingyu looked at him fixedly, his eyes sparkling: "I'm waiting for my classmate to go with me. Senior, your performance on the show today is really wonderful. Each of the four poems is so good."

"Cough cough..."

Lin Xuan couldn't bear to boast: "It's nothing special. By the way, which hotel are you staying in?"

Ye Tingyu said: "Bao Sheng Hotel."

Lin Xuan said, "Huh? It seems that CCTV arranged for us to be in the same hotel."

Ye Tingyu smiled: "It's normal."

The two chatted for a while.

Seeing that classmate Ye Tingyu was still coming, Lin Xuan said, "It's so late, why don't we go first? Anyway, your classmate is accompanied by other people."

Ye Tingyu's heart skipped a beat, and she suppressed her violently churning heart: "Okay."

Just got up.

A faint voice came from behind: "Listen to the rain? Listen to the rain?"

Lin Xuan raised his ears subconsciously: "Listen to the rain, it seems that someone is calling you."

Ye Tingyu shook his head immediately: "No, senior, let's go quickly."

After speaking, the little girl speeded up.

Lin Xuan touched his head and said blankly: "Did I hear wrong? I remember that my hearing has always been very good."

But seeing Ye Tingyu walking away, he hurriedly followed.

After a few minutes.

The two did not take the car of the Longtai program group, but took a taxi and went straight to the hotel.

In the car.

Unexpectedly, it fell into silence.

Strictly speaking, this was the first time the two were together alone, and Lin Xuan hesitated for a while, not knowing how to speak.

Ye Tingyu leaned his head gently on the back pillow of the car, silently looking out the window.The girl was as peaceful as ever, but there was an imperceptible trace of sadness in her eyes.

I don't know how long it took, but she suddenly said softly: "Senior, do you think that being rich will make you happy?"

"Unhappy?"

Lin Xuan is not considered a rich person nowadays, but in his opinion, having money is definitely better than not having money.

"Then are you happy?"

Ye Tingyu turned his head and looked at him.

Lin Xuan smiled and said, "My surname is not Fu, but Lin."

It's just that this cold joke didn't make Ye Tingyu laugh, she had memories in her eyes:

"I was born in a wealthy family. Many people think that I am very happy, but I am not. From childhood to adulthood, I have almost no happy time. When other children were playing happily in childhood, my memory is only various cram schools. When other classmates go shopping in twos and threes after school, I can only learn all kinds of knowledge from the teacher. So everyone sees that I am proficient in piano, chess, calligraphy, painting, poetry, singing and dancing, and looks at me with envy and hatred. But in fact ...I don't like this kind of life."

"Grandpa named me Ye Tingyu. He wanted me to 'listen to the drizzle in front of the window of the small building, and life will be long and worry-free'. But I found that I have been busy all my life, busy with family affairs and company affairs. I don’t like the kind of days when I’m oppressed by life, so I choose to study literature and want to find the true meaning of life from words. However, I didn’t find it. Instead, as time goes by With the passage of time and the growth of age, the worries in my heart are increasing."

"..."

Ye Tingyu's eyes became blank, and he spoke softly.

"Ye Tingyu, Tingyu..."

Lin Xuan sighed quietly, "I think, your grandfather chose the wrong name."

"Really? Why?" Ye Tingyu asked.

"Your grandpa never thought about it, right? Life is a process of changing moods. When you are young, middle-aged, and old, you have different moods when listening to the rain."

"Why is it different?" Ye Tingyu asked.

"Have you ever heard such a poem?"

"Which poem?"

"A young man listens to Yuge upstairs, and the red candles are dimmed. A middle-aged man listens to the rain in a boat. The river is wide and the clouds are low, and the broken wild goose is called the west wind.

Now listening to the rain under the monk's hut, there are already stars on the temples.The joys and sorrows are always ruthless, and every step of the term will last till dawn. "

Lin Xuan didn't think too much, but when Ye Tingyu said his name, this word naturally appeared in his mind, so he read it out.

After he finished speaking, he said earnestly: "So, listening to the rain...listening to the rain... when young people listen to the rain, they listen to singing and dancing. Middle-aged people listen to sadness. Old people listen to life. In fact, if a person is listening to When you go quietly to listen to the rain, you already have all kinds of emotions in your heart, so how can it make you feel relieved?"

Ye Tingyu didn't make a sound for a long time.

After a long time, she said softly: "Senior, what is the name of this poem?"

Lin Xuan said: "Poppy Poppy Tingyu."

"Poppy · Tingyu... Poppy · Tingyu..."

Ye Tingyu suddenly sat up straight and looked at Lin Xuan fixedly: "Senior, did you write this poem just for me?"

(End of this chapter)