Two chasing beams hit Jiang Cheng and Wang Xu, so bright that people could not see the things around them, and Jiang Cheng even felt the hot temperature in the beams.
Walking from the edge of the stage to the middle of the stage, about five or six steps, sweat beaded from Jiang Cheng's forehead.
It's a cold sweat.
The applause, cheers and screams in the audience made Wang Xu very excited. Jiang Cheng saw Wang Xu's brisk footsteps in a dizzying light.
Walking towards the piano with his back to the auditorium, he didn't have the courage to look back. In this second, he no longer knew what he was thinking about.
The fingers were cold and stiff. In fact, not only the fingers, but the whole arm was a little stiff and soft. When I sat on the piano bench, I almost couldn't open the piano cover.
The peripheral light was forcibly closed at this time, and only a dazzling light surrounded him, as if it had isolated all sounds and images.
Can't hear, can't see.
There is only the empty seat in my mind.
Gu Fei was no longer in his seat.
He didn't look at the dazzling eyes. Although there were still many people standing and walking in the aisle, to him, even if it was just a corner of Gu Fei's clothes, he could see and recognize it.
Gu Fei was no longer in the auditorium.
He didn't know what kind of mood he was at this moment. He was so confused that he couldn't guess and judge, and he couldn't think about it.
When facing the black and white keys in a trance, everything around me was turned into chaos by the empty position.
"Jiang Cheng," he heard Wang Xu's voice, "Jiang Cheng! Fuck! Jiang Cheng, what's the matter with you? It's okay! Jiang Cheng?"
He raised his eyes and saw Wang Xu's somewhat anxious and nervous face above the piano: "Uncomfortable?"
"No." Jiang Cheng took a breath, and the surrounding things slowly became clear, contours appeared, and the sound in his ears suddenly became louder.
The applause has stopped, and the screams have become sparse, only a few whistles sounded from time to time.
"We'll change to another show if we feel uncomfortable," Wang Xu whispered in a somewhat uneasy voice, "Your complexion is not very good-looking, too nervous?"
"It's okay," Jiang Cheng smiled, "Prepare."
"Okay." Wang Xu adjusted the guitar, swiping his fingers on the strings lightly.
With this string of notes, the atmosphere in the audience was set off again.
Gu Fei is no longer below. I don't know why, I don't know where he is, I don't know if he can hear it, or if he wants to hear it again.
Jiang Cheng took a breath and didn't think about it. He chose to participate in the show. He chose Gu Fei's music, and he chose to let Old Xu know.
It doesn't matter whether the host heard it when Old Xu whispered to other teachers, and why he said it in the news on his own initiative.
All of this has happened, and now the upset, panic, and chaos are meaningless.
He was still sitting here, facing the song that he knew so well, he wanted Gu Fei to hear it, but he also wanted to hear it.
He rarely thinks about "what if" and "what if", but when if and what is in front of him, he still greets him without thinking about it.
Jiang Cheng rubbed his hands and shook it again, and there was a low laughter from the audience.
He turned his head and glanced at the audience, a smile was raised at the corner of his mouth, his hand was raised, and it landed on the keyboard. When the first note came out of his fingertips, there was a sudden silence below.
Until three bars later, Wang Xu's guitar and he came in. He didn't turn his head to look at the piano. He kept looking at the audience under the stage, listening to their applause at the moment when the guitar chords rang.
When the guitar intermission, he turned his head and looked at his fingers. There was no other sound in his ears, only the melody of the guitar.
Wang Xu has played at a super level. He glanced at Yi Jing, who had already stepped onto the stage and took a picture of them with a camera. Wang Xu turned her guitar and walked for two steps. It is estimated that the expression on his face is the same as his clothes. The silver dragon on it is as cool as it is.
After a beautiful portamento, Jiang Cheng's piano sounded again.
The audience burst into applause and screams again.
Jiang Cheng smiled. If my mother knew that such elegant music of the piano was overwhelmed by such hustle and bustle, she didn't know what it would be like.
But now his mood is still brisk.
At this moment, when the timbre that he didn't like came out of the tune he liked very much written by the person he liked, it brought him a piano full of depression and boredom, which made him happy for the first time. Experience.
only.
Where did you go, bastard
You have never heard me play the piano.
I haven't played the piano for a long time and thought I would never play the piano again.
This tune was played for you, and you ran away.
At the end of the ensemble in the light string of Wang Xu's guitar strumming, Jiang Cheng gently closed the piano cover, stood up, and bowed to the audience.
"Jiang Cheng, I love you—" a girl screamed below.
Jiang Cheng turned and walked off the stage amidst the noisy noise that could no longer be distinguished from the stage.
The teachers and classmates in the background are also applauding.
"Okay! That's great! This show is the best show in the history of the Fourth Middle School!" Lao Lu shouted loudly while applauding.
Old Xu did not speak. When Jiang Cheng looked at him, he just nodded vigorously. Jiang Cheng saw tears in his eyes.
Jiang Cheng sighed helplessly: "I'm going to... the toilet."
"How is it?" Wang Xuchong asked Yi Jing excitedly, "what did you think about it just after listening to it?"
"Really great." Yi Jing said with a smile.
When Jiang Cheng came out from the backstage door, the classmates next to the exit suddenly got angry, and several mobile phones were raised.
He bowed his head and walked quickly out of the auditorium gate.
There were still many students waiting outside, and he once again caused crowds when he came out.
"Jiang Cheng," someone called him, "Gu Fei really wrote the tune? Isn't it awesome?"
Jiang Cheng didn't say a word, didn't look there, walked forward along the wall of the auditorium, quickly turned a corner, and threw away the exclamation and discussion behind him.
The calm mood was suddenly re-disrupted by this sentence.
The panic and restlessness, the slight incomprehension and the faint uncomfortable anger that were temporarily sinking to the bottom, all of them slowly dispersed from the bottom to the top at this moment.
Jiang Cheng didn't want to go to the toilet, but he still went to the toilet.
Along the way, he put his hands in his pockets and held his mobile phone, but he never took it out. There were no students on the playground. When he walked to the toilet, he only saw a cleaning aunt walking by the playground carrying a bucket. (End of this chapter)