The golden autumn in southern Hunan is still hot, with thousands of people crowding in the auditorium, and it is even more stuffy. The smell of sweat evaporates in the air, making people feel a little more irritable.
Lin Luo's ceiling fan shook weakly on the ceiling of the auditorium, and the exhaust fan on the wall rumbled, but could not hide the hustle and bustle in the auditorium.
After many perfunctory applause, the program of Class 156 finally brought today's art performance to a climax. The beautiful Aim, wearing a water-cloud sleeve white Hanfu palace dress, showed his charming cheeks from the back of the hollow carved sandalwood fan bit by bit, and the drum beat was bang bang.
It seemed as if the heartbeats of countless young men were so excited. It turned out that Aimu was so beautiful, so beautiful that no one had ever seen such elegant, classical and gorgeous palace costumes outside of TV.
Applause rang one after another, and every drum beat and every snap of the folding fan opening were a burst of warm praise.
First!
Full marks!
pretty!
After the show ended, the applause seemed endless and could not stop. Aimu and the other performers had to bow repeatedly, waiting for the curtain to hang down, and then their cheeks gathered together with excitement and redness.
They understand that today's best show will definitely not be able to run away, and it is impossible to surpass this atmosphere and the climax of the climax will appear.
The biggest threat is Sun Sun of Class 158, but if Sun Sun doesn't play, it's hard to say the program of Class 158. After all, without Sun Sun, there is no performance center that can be comparable to Aimu in the group of performers in Class 158, so it's difficult to use a person's most dazzling brilliance to cover up some of the flaws of the program.
Whose show is waiting for?Aimu asked, patting his heart, which was beating violently due to excitement, and it turned out that winning so much sincere and warm applause on the stage can actually bring such a strong sense of accomplishment and satisfaction.
Don Mèi's.
Aimu didn't care. Don Mèi was just singing a song. Unless he sang like the sound of nature and had a shocking voice for even laymen, it would be impossible for a song to compete with a large-scale program for the best program.
Aimu looked at the position of Class 156 in the audience, and it was very dark. Although he knew where the people in Class 156 were, he could not tell whether Qin An was there.
Aimu ran off the stage. Now she just wanted to run over to talk to Qin An. She didn't know what to say. Maybe she wanted to hear his praise, maybe she just wanted to see his smile, maybe she just walked up to him and let him know her gratitude to him. Without his help, today's clothing level would have to be much lower, and the visual effect would naturally be much worse.
Although Qin An didn't put in too much effort, didn't he always want someone to share and witness her success?
Is the person I want to meet most at this time the hottest person I like most in my heart?
Aimu's heart suddenly beated very hard. She had a strong impulse. If he confessed to Qin An at this time and he agreed, would it make her satisfied as if she was in a dream?
People always have special confidence and courage at this time. Aimu changed his performance costume and ran to the position of Class 156. He glanced at Class 158, but he didn't look at Ye Zhulan and Sun Sun.
Aimu absent-mindedly and perfunctorily with the congratulatory classmates, glanced at him quickly, but he did not look at Qin An.
Looking for Qin An?Zhu Xiangfeng said with a smile.
Aimu blushed, but nodded.
He didn't come today.
Aimu's heart suddenly fell to the bottom, and he didn't even see his most beautiful performance on the stage.
Aimu sat down next to Zhu Xiangfeng, looking at the stage with empty eyes. The satisfaction and joy just now disappeared at this time.
The doors of the auditorium were suddenly closed, leaving only a gap in the side door.
The light dimmed, and the headlights at the top of the stage fell into a snow-white light, leaving a full moon-like aperture in the center of the stage.
The black curtain hangs down again, leaving a black background.
Below, students from Class 156 will invite us to bring us a solo performance.
The programs are all sorted by lottery. The two programs in Class 156 are next to each other, and people can't help but want to compare the gap between the two programs in the same class.
Why didn't the performer's name be mentioned?Although he knew it was Don, others didn't know Ah, and Aimu was confused.
The slight sound did not calm down in the darkness, but it tore the atmosphere with a little dim color to pieces.
A girl in a yellow bohemian-style floral suspender dress slowly walked towards the center of the stage with her guitar.
The guitar was not in the box, and her slender and weak hands were just holding the strap, and the guitar strings made a messy sound when they were bumped.
The audience became quiet. Such a casual attitude appeared on the stage, which made many school leaders and invited guests frown. After all, no one listened to the performer's name, and no one knew her.
The girl lowered her head and walked step by step, as if she was afraid of stepping on the ants to death. She walked onto the stage without any stage fright. She even stopped and kicked away a piece of paper on the stage.
Halfway through, she stopped, turned her head slowly, looked at the side door, her eyes slightly closed, and lowered her eyes, feeling a little disappointed.
It's her... it's her... I've been waiting for her for a long time.
A teacher holding a drawing board was obviously a little excited, and the brush quickly outlined it on the drawing board.
The camera and the camera finally found the focus and condensed on her.
The last slight sound finally dissipated, as if only breathing was left.
The girl is very beautiful. She has long hair and the winding waves at the end have the unique charm of a mature woman. She tied a bunch of black braids in front of her forehead, which has the most romantic nomadic style.
The necklace hanging on her chest was a three-petal red flower. She looked at the little flower, three-petal flower, is it rare?She didn't know, but three petals were enough, it was a flower anyway.
The girl stood in the aperture of a full moon, and someone quickly brought two microphones and a microphone stand in front of her.
The girl tried the sound without anyone else, but the guitar was not damaged at all, and the sound quality was excellent. The music teacher below felt distressed and excited. This guitar was probably not as expensive as the Stanway piano in the corner of the stage, but it was also an out of reach that ordinary people could even feel luxurious and unattainable.
If the guitar is not broken, then I will continue singing. I originally wanted it to be broken, so I won’t sing it anymore.The girl smiled self-deprecatingly.
No one laughed, although she clearly exuded a kind of unscrupulous laziness and casualness, she clearly did not take this art performance seriously, and she clearly did not take those people with great social status below seriously.
Maybe she just needs a stage.
Many people can no longer look away. When she raised her head, she held her breath. She would never forget her beautiful face that made people feel amazing once.
At the New Year's Day art performance, I saw her graceful dance posture, and I never thought I could look at her like this again.
There was no chicken coop, no messy clothes, and no glasses. She stood in the light in the dark, with a dull look, but she couldn't hide her beauty, like a black mandala flower with elegant and gorgeous melancholy, exuding a mysterious atmosphere.
Lin Luo's ceiling fan shook weakly on the ceiling of the auditorium, and the exhaust fan on the wall rumbled, but could not hide the hustle and bustle in the auditorium.
After many perfunctory applause, the program of Class 156 finally brought today's art performance to a climax. The beautiful Aim, wearing a water-cloud sleeve white Hanfu palace dress, showed his charming cheeks from the back of the hollow carved sandalwood fan bit by bit, and the drum beat was bang bang.
It seemed as if the heartbeats of countless young men were so excited. It turned out that Aimu was so beautiful, so beautiful that no one had ever seen such elegant, classical and gorgeous palace costumes outside of TV.
Applause rang one after another, and every drum beat and every snap of the folding fan opening were a burst of warm praise.
First!
Full marks!
pretty!
After the show ended, the applause seemed endless and could not stop. Aimu and the other performers had to bow repeatedly, waiting for the curtain to hang down, and then their cheeks gathered together with excitement and redness.
They understand that today's best show will definitely not be able to run away, and it is impossible to surpass this atmosphere and the climax of the climax will appear.
The biggest threat is Sun Sun of Class 158, but if Sun Sun doesn't play, it's hard to say the program of Class 158. After all, without Sun Sun, there is no performance center that can be comparable to Aimu in the group of performers in Class 158, so it's difficult to use a person's most dazzling brilliance to cover up some of the flaws of the program.
Whose show is waiting for?Aimu asked, patting his heart, which was beating violently due to excitement, and it turned out that winning so much sincere and warm applause on the stage can actually bring such a strong sense of accomplishment and satisfaction.
Don Mèi's.
Aimu didn't care. Don Mèi was just singing a song. Unless he sang like the sound of nature and had a shocking voice for even laymen, it would be impossible for a song to compete with a large-scale program for the best program.
Aimu looked at the position of Class 156 in the audience, and it was very dark. Although he knew where the people in Class 156 were, he could not tell whether Qin An was there.
Aimu ran off the stage. Now she just wanted to run over to talk to Qin An. She didn't know what to say. Maybe she wanted to hear his praise, maybe she just wanted to see his smile, maybe she just walked up to him and let him know her gratitude to him. Without his help, today's clothing level would have to be much lower, and the visual effect would naturally be much worse.
Although Qin An didn't put in too much effort, didn't he always want someone to share and witness her success?
Is the person I want to meet most at this time the hottest person I like most in my heart?
Aimu's heart suddenly beated very hard. She had a strong impulse. If he confessed to Qin An at this time and he agreed, would it make her satisfied as if she was in a dream?
People always have special confidence and courage at this time. Aimu changed his performance costume and ran to the position of Class 156. He glanced at Class 158, but he didn't look at Ye Zhulan and Sun Sun.
Aimu absent-mindedly and perfunctorily with the congratulatory classmates, glanced at him quickly, but he did not look at Qin An.
Looking for Qin An?Zhu Xiangfeng said with a smile.
Aimu blushed, but nodded.
He didn't come today.
Aimu's heart suddenly fell to the bottom, and he didn't even see his most beautiful performance on the stage.
Aimu sat down next to Zhu Xiangfeng, looking at the stage with empty eyes. The satisfaction and joy just now disappeared at this time.
The doors of the auditorium were suddenly closed, leaving only a gap in the side door.
The light dimmed, and the headlights at the top of the stage fell into a snow-white light, leaving a full moon-like aperture in the center of the stage.
The black curtain hangs down again, leaving a black background.
Below, students from Class 156 will invite us to bring us a solo performance.
The programs are all sorted by lottery. The two programs in Class 156 are next to each other, and people can't help but want to compare the gap between the two programs in the same class.
Why didn't the performer's name be mentioned?Although he knew it was Don, others didn't know Ah, and Aimu was confused.
The slight sound did not calm down in the darkness, but it tore the atmosphere with a little dim color to pieces.
A girl in a yellow bohemian-style floral suspender dress slowly walked towards the center of the stage with her guitar.
The guitar was not in the box, and her slender and weak hands were just holding the strap, and the guitar strings made a messy sound when they were bumped.
The audience became quiet. Such a casual attitude appeared on the stage, which made many school leaders and invited guests frown. After all, no one listened to the performer's name, and no one knew her.
The girl lowered her head and walked step by step, as if she was afraid of stepping on the ants to death. She walked onto the stage without any stage fright. She even stopped and kicked away a piece of paper on the stage.
Halfway through, she stopped, turned her head slowly, looked at the side door, her eyes slightly closed, and lowered her eyes, feeling a little disappointed.
It's her... it's her... I've been waiting for her for a long time.
A teacher holding a drawing board was obviously a little excited, and the brush quickly outlined it on the drawing board.
The camera and the camera finally found the focus and condensed on her.
The last slight sound finally dissipated, as if only breathing was left.
The girl is very beautiful. She has long hair and the winding waves at the end have the unique charm of a mature woman. She tied a bunch of black braids in front of her forehead, which has the most romantic nomadic style.
The necklace hanging on her chest was a three-petal red flower. She looked at the little flower, three-petal flower, is it rare?She didn't know, but three petals were enough, it was a flower anyway.
The girl stood in the aperture of a full moon, and someone quickly brought two microphones and a microphone stand in front of her.
The girl tried the sound without anyone else, but the guitar was not damaged at all, and the sound quality was excellent. The music teacher below felt distressed and excited. This guitar was probably not as expensive as the Stanway piano in the corner of the stage, but it was also an out of reach that ordinary people could even feel luxurious and unattainable.
If the guitar is not broken, then I will continue singing. I originally wanted it to be broken, so I won’t sing it anymore.The girl smiled self-deprecatingly.
No one laughed, although she clearly exuded a kind of unscrupulous laziness and casualness, she clearly did not take this art performance seriously, and she clearly did not take those people with great social status below seriously.
Maybe she just needs a stage.
Many people can no longer look away. When she raised her head, she held her breath. She would never forget her beautiful face that made people feel amazing once.
At the New Year's Day art performance, I saw her graceful dance posture, and I never thought I could look at her like this again.
There was no chicken coop, no messy clothes, and no glasses. She stood in the light in the dark, with a dull look, but she couldn't hide her beauty, like a black mandala flower with elegant and gorgeous melancholy, exuding a mysterious atmosphere.
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