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It was almost four o'clock in the afternoon when the event ended. The alumni walked around the campus in groups, looking for the traces of the youthful years, and remembering the passionate years.
Ping finally heaved a sigh of relief when Cowhide Tanghua was dragged away by her alumni. She wanted to take a good look at her alma mater. This is the first time she came back after graduation, not because she is ruthless, but because she is too affectionate to face certain people, certain things, and certain places.
Ping walked casually on the campus, the campus has changed a lot. The school enclosed the wasteland behind and built dormitory buildings and campus business areas. The dormitory where Ping lives is connected with the newly built building, and a high wall has been built.
During the winter vacation, the door was closed, and Ping could only look at the small room where she had lived for four years from a distance. The windows and doors had changed colors, and things were different.
Several trees were transplanted at the entrance of the library, making it more secluded. It is not open to the public today, and Ping sees the rows of books through the glass, and her heart is very peaceful and fulfilling.
It's so nice here! There is no intrigue, no material desires, only a book, a cup of tea, a ray of sunshine, and the years are quiet and beautiful.
Books are used to cultivate one's morality, and reading is used to cultivate one's character. If one day, she is tired of the status quo and tired, she will stay away from the hustle and bustle, open a small book, and hide herself in the book, which is also good.
Ping left a selfie in front of the building, hehe, it¡¯s not much different from seven or eight years ago, and the years still haven¡¯t treated her lightly.
She sent the photo to Jing Fang, and a message came back immediately.
"Well! Beauty is indeed a woman's second spring."
"G-u-n, get out!" This woman couldn't bear to see that she was not old for a thousand years, and looked like a fool.
Ping took another panoramic photo of the library, sent it to Moments, and added a few words: "My four years of youth are stuck here".
After a while, the circle of friends praised and commented like a wave.
"The outstanding students of the National University, please disrespect and disrespect."
"What are you doing today? Class reunion?"
"The evil library reminds me of the difficult years of the postgraduate entrance examination, a nightmare!"
There are all kinds of strange flowers, all kinds of divine replies, and Ping was about to laugh silly when she saw it, so she walked slowly while replying, and unknowingly, she arrived at the art building.
Here, after she left, she rarely came here.
She took back her steps, raised her head, and looked up at the place that once fascinated her the most, just like back then.
I still remember the first time she brought her here, she pointed to this majestic building and said: "Ping, this is the art building of our school, isn't it beautiful! There have been many famous people here."
Then she listed all the treasures, and she nodded desperately like an ignorant teenager. As long as she said, she felt that it was right.
This gray Gothic building is characteristic of the school, with towering spires, pointed arches, and slender columns, giving people a light and slender sense of flying; The window panes make the interior mysterious and splendid. The entire building has clean lines and a magnificent exterior, while the interior is very open and bright.
Here is the palace of art and the cradle of literature, which has nurtured countless outstanding talents.
Year after year, one session after another, the students came and went, changing batch after batch.
Only this majestic building, although it has experienced vicissitudes, has been baptized by the years, washed away the lead, and is quietly guarding everything here with her unique purity and tranquility.
She wandered around the periphery, touching the ancient walls of the building, with a lot of thoughts. There used to be too many memories of her and her, her and him.
Let's go, they are gone, there is no need to go in.
Go in, everyone is here, go in, and go to see the place that has been dreaming about for so many years
Ping, you are here, come in quickly, come in quickly
There seemed to be constant voices calling her to go in inside the door, and finally she couldn't control her feet and stepped into the door.
Walking through it, you feel as if time has stopped. Every step, every corner, every plant, every tree, every table and chair seems to have never changed.
Some people, some things, although they have been sealed, they will never be erased.
This large auditorium is used for performances. There are still colored strips hanging on the ceiling above, as if a performance has just been held; the stage is still so wide and tidy, with its broad chest to accept every child who loves life; the chairs in the auditorium are arranged neatly, as if the students just left;
The corner position is still placed.?A piano covered with wine-red flannelette.
In a trance, I seemed to see a girl in white again, with fluttering long hair and a long skirt, sitting in front of the piano and playing her lonely world.
Ping approached, gently lifted the red velvet cloth, it was still the piano, the one she used back then.
It's been a long time, the appearance is a little worn, and the scratches on the pedals are obvious, but they have been cleaned very clean, and the wooden parts of the two keys are free of dirt and sweat. Press lightly, the sound quality is still so crisp.
You are happy. After her, you met a master who pities you, cherishes you, and understands you.
Ping sat down, took a deep breath, and slowly closed her eyes.
?It seems like a lifetime away, as if returning to ten years ago, as if she is by my side
'Ping, hurry up and read the staff, you have learned it more than a dozen times, can't you? '
¡®Sit up straight with your upper body, gently lift your hands with your arms and place them on the keyboard, you are wrong¡¯
'This rhythm is wrong, it should be faster in the middle and slower at the end'
The scenes of the past are vivid in my memory, but
The voice, appearance and smile are still there today, since then Xiao Lang has been a passerby, after all, things have changed.
How are you doing there? I really miss you.
The eye sockets are already moist
The sound of light footsteps woke Ping up, she turned her head and saw, yes, Lan Qian.
he came?
Yes, he will come too, just like her.
His expression was calm, but his eyes were deep, staring at her deeply, like two invisible black holes, trying to suck her in.
She panicked, dodging her eyes like a deer.
She is not her after all.
There is only disdain, coldness, and arrogance in her eyes
"Can you play the piano?" He broke the silence, his magnetic voice was slightly hoarse.
His voice is still so nice!
She couldn't remember the last time she heard his voice, let alone when he spoke to her.
"A little bit, I can't play well." She said in a low voice.
"Try." He found a seat and sat down slowly.
She nodded, turned around and took a deep breath towards the piano.
For my wish for many years
Also for you
Please help me finish this song properly
She closed her eyes and slowly waved her hands. Although she hadn't played that piece of music for many years, it was like her longing for him. She beats and breathes together, and can never die
Shi Jin, night
She is telling her lovesickness;
She is telling her lament;
She and her soul have been fused together, and it is no longer possible to distinguish each other
Xi Murong said:
This life
will never see you again
just for goodbye
It's not you anymore
The you in my heart will never reappear
reproduced
Just some vicissitudes of life and fleeting years
Silently, silently, Lan Qian left!
Leaving this sadness is like a stream, like a sea breeze, like sadness passing through the silence (Remember the website URL: www.hlnovel.com - Didn't finish reading? Add this book to your favoritesI'm a member and bookmarked this chapterCopy the address of this book and recommend it to your friends for pointsChapter error? Click here to report
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