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Two days later, Ye Jian was studying on the third floor when Mobei Xiangxiang ran up panting.
"Brother Ye Jian, I can't accompany you to see Sister Xiaoxiao's performance."
Ye Jian put down his book and then remembered that Mo Beixiang said the day before yesterday that he would take him to watch the performance of Ling Xiaoxiao Daya Ancient Music Society.
He himself had been busy reading these two days and had forgotten about it.
"Ah, what's wrong?"
"Our class has a temporary event and I can't go.
You can go alone."
"Then you came all the way to inform me."
"I'm afraid you'll be waiting for me."
"Haha, okay."
Ye Jian smiled.
He felt that Mo Beixiang was really innocent and cute.
After Mo Beixiang left, Ye Jian did not leave, but continued to read.
After reading the books on the second floor for more than a month, his bookishness reached the advanced level of the fifth level of the Germination Realm.
The books on the third floor now are from the Ming Dynasty.
The improvement effect will be more obvious.
For some reason, after Mo Beixiang left, Ye Jian found that he couldn't calm down and read a book.
This was something that had never happened before.
Ye Jian closed the book and glanced at the Daqingshan Mountain outside the window.
A pair of students passed by and said, "Come on, the Daya Ancient Music Society's performance has already started.
If it is later, there will be no seats.
I heard that Ling Xiaoxiao has a very good ancient music to perform this time.
It seems to be called Juhuatai."
Ye Jian's heart moved, he stood up, picked up the book, returned it to the librarian, and followed the two students in front of him out of the library.
After more than ten minutes' journey, Ye Jian followed the two students in front and arrived at the Student Activity Center of the Upper House of Qingzhou Academy.
Unexpectedly, the place was packed with people and bustling tonight.
Ling Xiaoxiao's appeal is indeed extraordinary.
Daya Ancient Music Society was founded by Ling Xiaoxiao three years ago, attracting many young talents to participate.
The society holds an open concert every year.
This year is the third time.
Due to the great effect of the first two Well, this event is already very famous in the academy.
The posters for Daya Ancient Music Society's concert were posted all over the academy a month ago.
Ling Xiaoxiao has been organizing rehearsals for everyone this month and rarely goes to the academy.
Ye Jian basically spends this month in the academy.
Having lived in the library, I naturally don’t understand the situation outside.
The performance hall, which can accommodate 500 people, was full of people, many of whom were standing at the back.
Ye Jian reluctantly squeezed in, but it was too far away from the performance stage in front.
The so-called ancient music performance is Ling Xiaoxiao and the others' singing of songs left by humans 5,000 years ago.
Due to historical reasons, Ye Jian heard that they could only sing part of the tunes correctly, and some of the tunes were incorrect.
However, It doesn't matter, most people regard it as a recreational activity rather than a serious practice.
After performing some songs one after another, Ling Xiaoxiao's finale performance finally began, which was highly anticipated.
Ling Xiaoxiao was wearing a white dress and sitting in front of a guqin.
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Her black hair like a waterfall was spread casually on her shoulders.
There was an incense burner in front of the piano stand with three burning sandalwood sticks.
The smoke was misty and the whole scene was like a dream.
It's like an illusion, making people's minds sway.
The hall, which was noisy just now, now made a sound.
Ling Xiaoxiao played the piano with both hands, gently opened her red lips, and the touching singing voice floated into everyone's heart.
Your tears are soft and hurt The pale moon crescents hook the past The night is too long and it condenses into frost Who is in the attic, cold and desperate?
,,,,,,, Ye Jian stood in the darkness, listening to Ling Xiaoxiao's singing, feeling that every note was beating on his heart.
He recalled the scene when he first met Ling Xiaoxiao in Pinxian Tower, and what Ling Xiaoxiao said: "I Waiting for you at Qingzhou Academy."
This sentence was imprinted in his heart.
Although it was just an ordinary Silver Needle tea date, Ye Jian's heart hoped that this would be a date with a special charm.
Ye Jian then remembered that he was blocked by Murong Chuixue on the mountain road of Daqing Mountain.
Ling Xiaoxiao rescued him and took him back to her Purple Star Garden to recuperate, helping him overcome the difficulty of the freshman elimination round. ,,,,,,, Ling Xiaoxiao's every smile, every move, and every move seemed to be right in front of him.
It seems heartless, but it is affectionate; if you think about it carefully, it is affectionate, but it is unintentional.
Ye Jian even found that Ling Xiaoxiao, who was originally clear, had become blurry at this time.
He realized that he had never understood Ling Xiaoxiao.
In many cases, it might be his own wishful thinking, but for Ling Xiaoxiao, Maybe it's just a habitual behavior on her part, and it doesn't have any specific meaning. ,,,,,,, The gold foil that Zhao Xiaoshan gave to Ling Xiaoxiao only recorded the first half of the lyrics and music of Chrysanthemum Terrace.
As for the second half, although Ye Jian had sung it in Pinxian Tower, Ling Xiaoxiao did not record it.
This is why Ling Xiaoxiao always wanted to find Liu One of the reasons for the knife.
The beautiful singing suddenly stopped, Ling Xiaoxiao stood up and greeted the audience, and the audience burst into applause.
Ye Jian saw Zhao Xiaoshan walking to the stage holding a song of flowers and giving it to Ling Xiaoxiao.
There was a cry from the audience, "Together, together,,," This was naturally the deliberate shouting of some people from Qingshui Zhai arranged by Murong Chuixue in advance, and some surrounding students who did not know the truth also followed suit.
In the eyes of everyone, Zhao Xiaoshan and Ling Xiaoxiao were definitely a match made in heaven.
Ling Xiaoxiao took the flowers, politely said thank you, and walked backstage.
There will be another show later, but Ye Jian has no intention of watching it.
Ye Jian walked out of the performance hall, and his ears were attracted by the conversation of a classmate beside him.
"You know, Ling Xiaoxiao's song "Chrysanthemum Terrace" is only half of it.
Ling Xiaoxiao sang it repeatedly just now."
"Ah, what about the other half?"
"I attended a party at Pinxian Tower.
The gold foil given by Zhao Xiaoshan originally only had half of the song on it.
However, a young man appeared at the party and actually knew the second half of the song."
"Then why didn't Ling Xiaoxiao write it down?"
"So Ling Xiaoxiao regrets it very much.
She has been looking for that boy.
It is said that he was a student in Dayue City.
Unfortunately, Ling Xiaoxiao has never been able to find him.
Otherwise, we would have been able to hear a complete piece of ancient music today." ,,,,,,, Ye Jian no longer had the intention to listen to what the next two students said.
By now, he seemed to understand why Ling Xiaoxiao was looking for Liu Dao, why he had to look for himself three times, and why he wanted to save himself and be so good to him.
"Is it because of the second half of the lyrics and music of Chrysanthemum Terrace?"
It seemed that all the questions suddenly had answers, but the answers were not what Ye Jian wanted.
In fact, Ye Jian didn't know that the scene just now of Zhao Xiaoshan giving flowers to Ling Xiaoxiao and the audience shouting together deeply hurt him, which is why he had such extreme thoughts.
After all, he was only a 16-year-old boy.
Although he was 20 years old before time travel, that was also the age when a young and passionate boy was obsessed with love.
Ye Jian returned to the dormitory a little lonely, found paper and pen, transcribed the lyrics and music of the lower half of the chrysanthemum table, and then ran to the Purple Star Garden.
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At this time, Ling Xiaoxiao had not come back, and Aunt Xue was not at home either.
Ye Jian posted the chrysanthemum line tune on the door, turned around and left.
The flowers have fallen brilliantly towards the evening Unfortunate fate in this withered world Don't worry about crossing the river.
Autumn will tear your heart in two I'm afraid you won't be able to get to the shore and will be shaken for the rest of your life. ,,,,,,: