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Chapter 138 Jiaxu Day, Songs in the Dark Night (9)

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    Sometimes the songs played are so old, but there are always surprises.

    The song every Wednesday evening is "Red Sun".

    What happens on Wednesday evening?

    On Wednesday evening, Yu Wanfeng would sit alone in that secluded corner of the campus, doing nothing.

    In that corner, on the side behind the laboratory building, few people go to the laboratory building, especially in the evening. At that time, there were some "high school horror stories", especially about the laboratory building, so girls were even more afraid to go.

    Yu Wanfeng is not afraid of these.  She likes to nest in a corner of the laboratory building, where the scenery is very good, there are some old sports equipment, and there is a small swing, I don't know who built it.

    She would bite on a popsicle while swinging on the swing.

    It was a rare quiet time for her, and she stopped playing around with her classmates.

    Later, the swing was dismantled somehow, and Yu Wanfeng was depressed for a long time.

    A few days later, a new swing was hung up. Yu Wanfeng was very happy and grateful to the little angel.

    She naturally didn't know that this little angel was called Zhong Chumian.

    Every Wednesday evening, he stood in the corner of the third floor of the laboratory building, watching Yu Wanfeng on the swing quietly from top to bottom.

    At that time, the afterglow of the setting sun will fall on Yu Wanfeng's soft hair, and her figure will elongate on the ground.

    The evening wind blew, and it seemed to be able to bring her aura up.

    Obviously impossible.

    But he always felt that the breath that belonged to her lingered there vaguely.

    At that moment, he would always think domineeringly, at least at that time, Yu Wanfeng only belonged to him.

    The music played on campus is "Red Sun".

    Zhong Chumian recalled these quietly, and when the song ended, he still had more thoughts.

    Actually a little lost.

    Want more.

    Everything returned to quiet, and Wang Xiu sighed: "It sounds good."

    Just as Yu Wanfeng was about to say something to end the conversation, a voice came from nowhere, drifting in through the door and window:

    "The handsome guy downstairs, come to "Broad Sea and Sky"! Is it rich?"

    is an uncle sound.

    Yu Wanfeng got up, opened the window, and looked in the direction of the sound. It turned out that the sound came from the residential building on the right.

    Come on, in this quiet night, even the distance of transmission can be extended.

    So, this night, Zhang Huangwang came to a solo concert.

    From "Broad Sea and Sky" to "Single Love Song", from "In the Spring" to "Conquer", the singers are getting more and more involved, and the people listening are getting more and more enthusiastic.

    When I finally had my fill, I faintly heard applause from that building, and then the applause became stronger and stronger.

    Probably, besides the brothers who "ordered the song", there are many people enjoying the singing.

    Many years later, will they remember that in a certain winter, when the disease spread and every house was closed, they heard the singing of a stranger through a window, just like seeing a blooming plant on a barren rock?  Flowering cactus, drinking a sip of clear spring in the Gobi, refreshing.

    They had never even seen the singer, never heard his voice.

    But this song, more than any performance, made them unforgettable forever.

    It turns out that no matter how dark the night is, there will always be a lively life, beating like a moth, not to fight the fire, but to fly to the light of dawn.

    The singing will eventually stop, and the song will always end.

    It's just that when they dispersed, the mood was different, and the depressive atmosphere dissipated.

    Ding Hua said in a rough voice that he would go back to his room to sleep, and Wang Xiu also went upstairs.

    It was still Huo Chengyu who turned on the flashlight of his mobile phone and led the way, leading a few elderly people upstairs.  (Remember the site URL: www.hlnovel.com
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