The cold coffee left the coaster

, and I held back the emotions that ...... very back

You said that if

you let go of love gradually, you will go further

, maybe the sign of fate

will only let us meet, only let us fall in love

, and only after the autumn of this season

drifts away, I will find

this fragment ......of happiness,

how do I pick it up

The night was deep, and the exquisite piano playing mix and Ling Feng's slightly hoarse voice echoed in the sky of Kyungdae.

On the huge playground, thousands of students gathered together and sat neatly, black and oppressive, without any sound, very quiet.

Ling Feng's expression was very light, but his singing voice was full of stories, which invisibly evoked the memories that had been sealed in the hearts of many students.

After a while, the performance ended, and the audience suddenly boiled.

A girl stood up, her hands were in the shape of a trumpet, and she screamed loudly: "One more song!"

As if it was a virus infection, the quiet scene gradually got out of control, and more and more voices were shouting at the top of their voices.

"One

more song!" "Male god, one more song!" "

I love you......"

The breath of youth swept into the air, and the restless emotions were vented through the throat.

At the end of the performance, Ling Feng pressed the button to stop the recording box and quietly put the recording box into his pocket.

Slowly got up, faced the audience, and bowed deeply!

Thunderous applause rang out, and under the watchful eyes of everyone, Ling Feng returned to his seat.

Facing the envious eyes of his classmates and the words of praise, Ling Feng's expression was indifferent, and he held the recording box in his pocket tightly with one hand.

This song! for her solo

! is exactly like the title

of the song!

it's a secret that can't be told.

Zhang Yang's eyes changed completely when he looked at Ling Feng, and he gave a thumbs up: "Very good, very exciting."

"Brother Feng, you are so amazing, I have been to the piano performance special to listen to it a few times, and their playing is far worse than yours, it is simply a heaven and an earth. "

Play the piano well, sing even better, Brother Feng, you are simply my idol. "

Brother Feng, I also like the piano, can I ask you for advice if I have time?"

......

"It's good to say, it's easy to say!" Ling Feng's expression was still cold, although this performance was successful, he was not very happy, the fly in the ointment, the most important person was not there.

After Ling Feng, Meng Yiran and her class took the stage, and there were two programs in total, first Meng Yiran performed a cello solo, and then there were dance performances by other male and female students in the class.

"Yiran, it's your turn, come on.

With Anna's encouragement, Meng Yiran adjusted his state to the best, wearing a light pink dress, and walked to the center of the stage with lotus steps.

Gorgeous lights shrouded the stage, and Meng Yiran was like a fairy descending to earth, more dazzling than the moon in the sky.

This

is the common idea of the boys, and when Meng Yiran started playing the cello, their thoughts changed a little.

The tunes that come out are more beautiful.

The name of the song is: A Distant World.

This piece was originally composed by 'Dutilleux', his cello concerto, and is considered one of the five greatest works of the cello.

Although 9 out of 10 students do not hear what it means, they can feel a sense of emotion and power in music, which transcends borders and nationalities.

Appreciate and appreciate, but compared with Ling Feng's piano singing, it is still slightly inferior.

It's not that Meng Yiran is bad, the main thing is that the latter is more acceptable, more confident, and more able to arouse the string in the heart, which makes people's spirit and soul resonate.

To put it more bluntly, one is too tall and tall, so it seems a bit foggy, while the other can penetrate into people's hearts.

Meng

Yiran also received a tsunami-like applause, as well as the screams of the boys, I don't know who shouted: "Cello goddess, I love you."

This shout completely ignited the passion of the students, which may be the difference between boys and girls, judging from the boys' reactions at this time, Meng Yiran won completely.

At least the moment the performance ended, someone ran onto the stage and delivered the flowers to Meng Yiran.

Meng Yiran held flowers in his hand, with a sweet smile on his face, and with that smile, the audience didn't know how many boys fell for him.

Eleven fifty.

The freshman party officially ended, and the students moved their stools back to the classroom one after another.

As soon as the street lights on the playground were turned off, it was pitch black and silent.

Ling Feng didn't spend the night in the dormitory, but returned to the apartment, took the graduation guest book out of the drawer, glanced at the photo, and the corners of his mouth were very lightly curved.

"Hum!" The

mobile phone lying on the desktop vibrate, and Bei Weiwei actually sent a message at this time: "Zhao Erxi told me about your performance, it's very exciting, great, congratulations." "

On the day Bei Weiwei went home, Ling Feng sent her a message, but she never replied.

After so many days, this is the first time I have received a message from her: "Thank you, how are you, when will you return to school

?" "There may be a day or two, what's wrong?"

Ling Feng remembered Bei Weiwei's cute appearance, and felt very comfortable, holding the recording box in his other hand: "It's okay, I just think it's a pity, there is a girl named Meng Yiran in the music department today who plays the cello, which is very good."

"That's a pity, I missed it!" Bei Weiwei also likes music things, if it weren't for the limited financial conditions of her family, maybe she would have become an art student!

Ling Feng: "I recorded it, you can listen to it, it's just noise."

"It's okay, it's okay!" Meng

Yiran's cello music, Ling Feng recorded it with his mobile phone, there was a lot of noise and noise, and he used QQ to send the audio file to Bei Weiwei.

"I'll listen to it tomorrow, now I'm going to get busy first, bye-bye, you rest early.

"Bye!"

Ling Feng started the computer, he didn't have the idea of playing the game tonight, but downloaded a music production software on the Internet, and then put Meng Yiran's cello music into the software.

After more than an hour of processing, the noise in it was finally removed, and a modified version was sent to Bei Weiwei: "You listen to the second one, I processed it a little, and it sounds more comfortable." Immediately

afterwards, he played and sang the piano in the recording box, imported it into the music production software, modified it and listened to it again and again, until there was no more noise in it, just like a song recorded in a professional recording studio, and then went to wash and rest.

That night, the school website of Kyung University changed dramatically.

Someone edited part of the photos and sounds of Ling Feng and Meng Yiran's performance and uploaded it.

The number of comments and discussions at the bottom of the video grew to thousands in just one hour, and Ling Feng won the honorary title of 'Piano Prince'.

Correspondingly, Meng Yiran has also become the 'cello goddess' in the minds of boys.

On a whim, someone made a post on the school website.

The content is probably to make the piano prince and the cello goddess into a pair of CPs, and also intimately put the photos of the two together, intimate P together.

Seamless, without any sense of disobedience, there is also a match made in heaven, and the feeling of being talented and beautiful ......

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