Rebirth: Tiger Girlfriend Is True Fragrance

Chapter 38 The Wind Blows Up

As the sound of the speakers spread, the graduates wearing bachelor's uniforms sat back in their seats in their respective colleges.

At the same time, the large screens on both sides of the rostrum began to scroll pictures of the students.

Some listen carefully to the lectures, some laugh and play, some run wildly on the playground...

One photo after another gathers into something called youth.

In the venue, more than a dozen cameras operate simultaneously, and the live footage is transmitted to the live broadcast platform in almost real time.

Today is Friday, it's around nine o'clock in the morning.

It stands to reason that no one should watch it.

But due to the previous popularity of Sword Soul, and the fact that the school released the news early.

On major live broadcast platforms, the number of online viewers soon exceeded 10.

The barrage area of ​​Station C is being refreshed crazily:

"Miss, I want to see Sister Xiaoyu [bad smile][bad smile]"

"Could your ID upstairs be..."

"Hangcao! Team leader, are you fishing too?"

"This is called work-rest integration!"

The scene of the graduation ceremony.

After the huge venue became quieter, the hosts, all dressed in white shirts and black trousers, appeared on stage.

At the end of the opening remarks, Lin Zhiyi, standing in the C position, said sonorously:
"Next, we invite the graduates to sing the hymn of youth!"

Background music sounded from all directions.

Different students, holding microphones, walked out from all directions of the crowd and sang those familiar youth songs.

The camera was pushed in front of these students, showing off the beauty of youth.

Major live streaming platforms:

"Wow, it's Teacher Chang Peng's song at the same table. The third child in our dormitory used to sing it every day."

"This song is goodbye. I sang it at a KTV with my roommate five years ago. It has been so long in a blink of an eye."

"It's been ten years since I graduated. Now when I think back to my college life, I can only describe it in two words, it's so young!"

"..."

One after another, fragments of classic songs resounded throughout the stadium.

The number of online viewers on major platforms continues to surge, heading towards one million.

"Wow! This young lady is so beautiful. She danced a classical dance at the party before."

"It's just average, not as good-looking as my Xiaoyu."

Cui Yuting, who partnered with her little sisters to sing a piece of an old song, walked from the audience to the podium while singing.

Fortunately she didn't see the barrage, otherwise her mentality would probably have collapsed.

When Cui Yuting and a dozen classmates and counselors stood on the podium, the accompaniment paused.

According to the advance rehearsal, their singing session ended here.

Cui Yuting, who thought she was the finale, faced the camera at this moment, she couldn't help being reserved on the bright side and proud in secret.

However, when she was waiting to say goodbye, she heard Lin Zhiyi's voice:
"Dear leaders, everyone...

Please enjoy below the original song "The Wind Rises" by Jiang Zhifei and Lu Chaoyu, outstanding graduate representatives of our school! "

Before he finished speaking, the live broadcast platform exploded:
"Original again?!"

"I guess it was written just to make up the numbers. It's definitely not as good as Sword Soul."

There was a lot of discussion on the Internet.

Cui Yuting's face changed slightly.

Teacher Bai Jie, that's not what you told her...

While Cui Yuting was stunned, the melodious prelude sounded.

It was as if the youth that had gone with the wind was suddenly blown back to the eyes.

The large screens on both sides began to play subtitles against a warm background:
Lyricist: Jiang Zhifei
Composer: Jiang Zhifei
Composer: Jiang Zhifei
The familiar painting style made everyone present, who had just experienced the party, burst into an uproar.

Subconsciously, they raise their expectations.

In the guest table.

Jiang Fengying asked her husband next to her suspiciously: "Little Fei, have you ever studied music?"

Lu Ye said matter-of-factly: "Look at your memory! When he was a child, you didn't send him to learn piano for a few years."

"Oh, yes, that's it." Jiang Fengying suddenly realized and rationalized the fact that her nephew could write songs.

Li Lingyuan:? ? ?

When she heard what the mother-in-law said, she couldn't help but froze her smile, her expression a little embarrassed.

Li Lingyuan, who has received music training, can tell just by listening to the prelude that this cousin, whom she has never met, is by no means an ordinary person.

How is it possible that someone with such a level of composition can achieve this level of composition after just a few years of piano lessons?
While the audience was intoxicated by the prelude melody, Jiang Zhifei, wearing a white shirt, stood up from the students in the stands.As he walked down the steps, he sang:
"Stop and go along the way
Following the traces of juvenile drifting

Before stepping out of the station

I was a little hesitant..."

Live broadcast platform:

"The style of this song is so warm."

"I take back what I said before, this song is by no means a make-up."

"There is a touch of sadness"

There was also a lot of discussion at the scene.

But looking at the clean Jiang Zhifei on the big screen, listening to this seemingly plain, but close to heart lyrics.

In the hearts of both men and women, old and young, the shadow of that young boy that had been sealed in the dust over the years vaguely emerged.

There was much less noise in the venue.

Jiang Zhifei held the wheat and walked down the steps, walking through the dense crowd of students, singing as he walked:

"I knew this world for the first time
hang around
looking at the sky
I am willing to go through all kinds of fires to go through it again.”

He walked to the center of the crowd and suddenly sat on an empty plastic bench.

The eyes of everyone and the camera were fixed on Jiang Zhifei.

On the big screen, Lu Zhaoyu, who was also wearing a white shirt, was so elegant and clean that it was outrageous, appeared in front of everyone.

Her black hair is tied behind her head, and she only smiles slightly, and she has the gentle temperament to challenge Cui Yuting.

It's very much like the spotless white moonlight of that era.

Jiang Zhifei naturally took the other person's hand and continued singing:
"Turn over the different faces of the years

Unprepared to break into your smile"

The two got up at the same time, Lu Zhaoyu picked up the microphone at the same time, and sang in unison:

"I was unable to extricate myself from the size of the world

also indulged in dream talk
Don't be true or false, don't struggle, don't be afraid of jokes..."

Jiang Zhifei is a bit weak in high notes, and adding a female voice just makes up for this shortcoming.

The two walked side by side, with their faces raised high, and sang:

"I once poured my youth into her
Once the fingertips popped up the midsummer
Just follow your heart and go.”

The seemingly plain lyrics, paired with the warm but slightly melancholic music, seem to have a magical power that can directly touch the deepest part of the heart.

Jiang Zhifei didn't know that this song had become popular. In another world, the number of comments exceeded 200 million.

From the beginning of its birth, it has been born with the magic power to move people's hearts.

High-spirited dreams.

The boy in the wind.

Even after all the vicissitudes of life, the tenderness hidden deep in my heart cannot be erased.

The guests present, some of whom were sentimental, couldn't help but get wet in their eyes at this time.

Cui Yuting stared intently at Lu Chaoyu, who was walking towards the rostrum, feeling countless envious eyes on him.

She clenched her fists and her shoulders were shaking.

Why?
At this moment, the woman standing next to Jiang Zhifei should be her!

If looks could kill, Lu Chaoyu would surely be wiped out at this moment.

But that's only if.

The two gradually separated from the crowd and walked onto the podium covered with flowers and a red carpet.

Jiang Zhifei put down the microphone and listened to Lu Chaoyu's soft solo:
"The evening wind blows your white hair from the temples

Heal the scars left by memories
Your eyes are full of bright and dark smiles..."

She smiled sweetly at the same time, as if thousands of flowers were blooming.

This scene couldn't help but make many people feel stunned.

Jiang Zhifei picked up the wheat at the right time, held Lu Chaoyu's hand openly, and sang together:

"I finally returned my youth to her
Together with the midsummer that pops up at your fingertips

The heart moves with the wind
Are you still willing in the name of love?"

The last note ends.

The two stood side by side, fingers clasped together.

Facing all sentient beings.

　The Wind Rises, Lyricist: Miguo, Composer: Yu Takahashi, Mengxinlaowu kneels down for various collection recommendations
　　


(End of this chapter)