Fortunately, they also entered the school. Because they were afraid that Xia Jinyuan and Ye Jian could not find them, they walked towards the venue, and then... I heard from the microphone that the student who performed the next performance turned out to be Ye Jian!
What a coincidence, a huge surprise!
Xia Jinyuan didn't even hang up the call. When the stage fell into darkness, his eyes fell tightly to the stage, and his breathing gradually converged.
Xu Wen walked out holding Pipa, because the stage was dark, she was a little nervous, did not pay attention to the cables below, tripped on her feet, and planted forward, but she planted a little bit forward, Ye Jianzheng beside her Hold Xu Wen steady, whose face has changed.
"Don't panic, take a deep breath, think about how we practiced before, think about what kind of aura we should have when holding a pipa." Ye Jian helped her and calmly said: "I like "Ambush on Ten Sides" only because I think My comrade-in-arms, Xu Wen, please play well, thank you!"
Comrade-in-arms? Are you a student in the class? Xu Wen didn't understand Ye Jian's words, but with her comfort, she stumbled into a more flustered heart and gradually stabilized, took a few deep breaths, stroked her chest, and then said: "Okay, cover me! It has a greater momentum than before!"
"Good!" Ye Jian nodded lightly.
Xu Wen walked to her position and sat down slowly holding the Pipa while Ye Jian walked accurately to the center of the stage.
The dark stage lit up with a beam of light that was not bright but a little dark yellow, hitting Xu Wen, who was already sitting holding the Pipa, and saw her wrists lifted softly, not very strong, but The sound of "clank" that makes people's heartstrings instantly hooked...
The second beam of light illuminates in her "clank" sound, and shines on a list of hand-held swords and a stern camouflage-covered Ye Jian. It hasn't started yet, and the audience burst into applause!
"Zheng...Zheng...Zheng...ZhengZheng..."
Like a torrential rain, Ye Jian, holding a sword in one hand, started a high, agitated, majestic sword dance. The figure whirled and the sword danced. In the majestic Pipa "Zheng" room, the whole audience The students seemed to hear the Golden Drum Warhorn before the expedition, and in the long sword that Ye Jian wielded, they seemed to have traveled through time and space, standing on the high clouds, looking down at the long spears and swords held high by the ancient soldiers below. , Shout loudly.
The sound of the zheng sound was suddenly fast, and then slow; suddenly strong, and then weak, Ye Jian's voice came from a cold wind, "When the two armies are fighting, the sound of the world is moving, and the roof tiles are falling!"
Her comrades-in-arms, the two armies are in a decisive battle, life and death are unknown, please remember that she is still here waiting for your return, please come back safely!
The figure whirled, the sword was sudden and the figure was chaotic. The beam of light always followed Ye Jian's figure and always enveloped Ye Jian. All the students' breathing tightened, and there seemed to be heavy stones pressed tightly in their hearts, and their hands were powerful. , Their emotions have all been driven by Ye Jian.
What kind of mood Ye Jian is now, then, what kind of mood the students watching are.
As Ye Jian took a leap, the sword cut through the sky, and then saw her hurried forward, as if defeating all the enemies in front of her with the sword in her hand, blazing a trail of blood.
kill!
kill!
kill!
rush!
rush!
rush!
Through the gunpowder smoke, blood stained the battle clothes, walked through the darkness, saw hope, look, the front is light, and the front is victory!