Chapter 45 B-5

Soon afterwards, in early June, the Department of Music held a report performance for outstanding students majoring in vocal music performance. The night before, Sang Li called Xiang Ning, and his tone was quite proud, declaring: "This is my first performance in college." Xiang Ning was taken aback for a moment before asking, "Why didn't you say it earlier?" "Is it different now?" Sang Li didn't understand. "Of course it's different. If you had told me earlier, I would have attended." Xiang Ning complained. A little bit of sweetness, like the cool and fragrant mung bean popsicles in summer, lightly rising.Sang Li's smile spread across his face, and he wanted to make a clear statement: "Aren't you busy graduating? Besides, Senior Sister Duan Rui and the people in our dormitory all said they would give me flowers."

Presenting flowers has always been a custom in college concerts: at the end of a song or the final curtain call, there will always be many young figures rushing to the stage, holding large bouquets of flowers and presenting them.At that time, it will be clear whether you are close or distant, whether you are good or bad: brothers and sisters, brothers and sisters, boyfriends, girlfriends, friends, friends... everyone has flowers of different colors in their hands.Occasionally, people on the stage have too many flowers in their hands, and a bouquet will fall when they bend down and bow. Most of the audience are not surprised, only applause and smiles.

If Xiang Ning really presented flowers to herself, what would it be like? After hanging up the phone, Sang Li lay on his bed and lost his mind. However, after regaining his senses, he still had to practice singing, and he still had to walk alone on the campus road covered with cloves. When he looked up and saw the stars flickering in the sky, he thought to himself: Which one is on top of his head? Can he see it when he looks up? On the second day, the art theater was really full of floral fragrances: flower baskets on the stage, flower pots under the stage, bouquets in the hands of the audience... If you add the faint fragrance of flowers and fruits on the girls, it is basically a Huaguo Mountain.

There were more than a dozen students participating in the performance, and there were only two freshmen, and Sang Li was one of them.She was the seventh in line to play, and she was not in a hurry, she just leisurely spoke in the backstage corridor.Senior sister Wu Yue was bored enough, she was peeking at the VIP seats under the stage with her skirt on, reporting one by one: "The principal, the head of the department, the director of the Academic Affairs Office, the opera house..." In the middle of the count, he suddenly interjected: "Hey, why is there still him?" "Who?" Sang finished speaking, and heard this sentence as soon as he approached the room.

"Liang Weisong," Wu Yue hid aside, pointing his head at the middle of the VIP seats, "Look there." Sang Li looked in the direction she was pointing at—a man in his thirties with a square face, he looked a lot like Liang Weisong from a distance.But is it possible?Anyway, he is also a well-known tenor singer in China. With such a big "wrist", will he come to participate in an undergraduate performance? Then he was very puzzled: "Really, I read that right, is it him?" Wu Yue pointed: "The principal sits on the left, and our dean sits on the right. If it wasn't for Liang Weisong, why would we use such a big show?"

That was probably the first time Sang Li saw Liang Weisong—it was the real Liang Weisong, not the Liang Weisong on the CD cover or magazine cover.He was thirty-five years old that year, a bit older than Shen Jie, not very tall in stature, but his prestige was at its peak. Later, I learned two things: first, Liang Weisong and the dean of the department were classmates in graduate school, and they came on a business trip this time to watch a performance to save face; second, Liang Weisong watched the entire performance and only asked the dean a question ——"What's the name of the girl who sings Aida's aria?"

——The aria in Verdi's opera "Aida", selected by Guo Yunhua.Sang Li sang emotionally: "Father's name is noble, and Dames is the name of my dearest person. The tears of this double sorrow flow in my confused heart..." Looking from the auditorium, on the stage, Sang Li pulled up her long hair, tied it into a black bun, and wore a white tube top dress, revealing her slender neck.In a field of bright red, green or golden costumes, this whiteness is like "an elf falling into the mortal world" - who invented this metaphor?It couldn't be more apt. However, on that day, the closest contact between Sang Li and Liang Weisong was only after the performance, when the leaders and industry celebrities came to the stage to shake hands with the performers and take photos.The moment Liang Weisong grasped Sang Li's hand, he probably took a serious look at the girl in front of him, then nodded, smiled, and said "Congratulations, it's wonderful".Sang Li was a little flattered, and hurriedly gave a very sweet smile, and then watched Liang Weisong go away with eyes mixed with curiosity and reverence.At that time, they were people from two worlds.

On the contrary, it was Gu Xiaoying, Mu Xin and Cai Xiang who, after the performance, hugged large bouquets of lilies, tied them tightly with light purple ribbons, happily went up to the stage to present flowers, and directed the boys with cameras to take pictures for them. Gu Xiaoying hugged Sangli happily, smiling brightly at the camera lens, and posing in various poses.At the end, she said: "Sang Li, do you know how beautiful you are when you sing? Wow, we all seem to see a goddess descending to earth!" Sang Li pursed his lips and smiled, but didn't speak. Mu Xin affirmed her compliments: "Yes, she is very beautiful, with a high spirit."

Cai Xiang grinned: "Sang Li, have you never thought about singing on a bigger stage?" She started dreaming again: "At that time, I will be the editor-director of CCTV, and I will make an album for you. Please go to Hall No. 1 to record the program..." "Wake up, wake up," Sang Li waved his hand and quarreled with them, "What else did you dream about?" "Who said it was a dream?" Cai Xiang pouted, reciting the lyrics, "If the heart is there, the dream is there." Several girls laughed together on the stage. Until finally interrupted by a smiling voice: "Sang Li, congratulations on your successful performance."

Sang Li turned her head, her eyes widened instantly, and she froze. Shen Jie? ! Under the bright light, Sang Li stared blankly at the elegant and handsome man standing in front of her with folded arms.Some people in the noisy theater saw the movement here, and also noticed Shen Jie, who was already very good, and called friends to look here, but only Sang Li was still in a daze. The girls were also stunned, Gu Xiaoying recovered first, and poked Sangli: "Your friend?" Sang Li seemed to have just realized it, but blurted out: "Why are you here?" Shen Jie was stunned for a moment, and looked at the girl's stunned and irritated expression in front of him. He didn't seem to expect her to say such a sentence, so he had to remind her: "Sang Li, 'It's such a joy to have friends coming from afar', Is this how you treat guests?"

He approached with a smile while talking: "I thought I was such a virtuous corporal, you would swear to serve Zhongyue for the rest of your life." It was also rare that Sang Li was in a good mood, so he became bolder, glanced at his empty hand, and said flatly, "I thought my boss would send me flowers." Shen Jie smiled. He smiled generously and gently, and he caught the eyes of several girls on and off the stage who hadn't had time to leave.He smiled and said, "Who said I didn't prepare flowers for you, because there are too many flowers, I can't hold them with two hands." Sang Li took a deep breath and looked outside the door subconsciously: "Is it true?" Seeing her seriousness, Shen Jie finally laughed and asked Sang Li, "Do you have time now? I'll take you to get flowers." Sang Li looked at him suspiciously: "You're lying! Did you pass by here? How did you come?" Shen Jie looked at the more and more curious eyes around him, feeling a little helpless: "Yes, I know you are asking for leave today, and you just happened to come here for something, and after finishing the work, just come over to watch your performance, why, you are not welcome?" "Of course you're welcome," Sang Li replied with a smile, "but I'm going back to my dormitory now." She smiled and pointed around: the lights in the theater were being turned off row by row, and people were going out the door one after another, only 407 were still standing there, looking at Shen Jie curiously. Shen Jie greeted the girls in 407 with a smile: "Hello, my name is Shen Jie. I'm Sang Li's colleague. I met her when she was working part-time." "Oh..." The 407s let out a collective exclamation. Then they said goodbye in a hurry. Gu Xiaoying smiled and said: "Then you guys talk slowly, we are going back." Turning around and dragging Cai Xiang away, Cai Xiang still struggled to turn around and looked at Sang Li with a smirk on his face: "Girl, don't leave the campus with such a beautiful dress, this world is very dangerous." Mu Xin has always been a man of action, so he directly took the bouquets of flowers in Sang Li's arms, nodded to Shen Jie with a smile, and told Sang Li: "I'll take it back for you, you go and eat something before you come back, and I will follow you." The boss said hello." After speaking, he walked away with flowers in his arms. Shen Jie looked at Sang Li strangely: "You didn't eat?" He looked down at his watch: 9:10 p.m. Sang Li heaved a sigh of relief and looked up, just in time to see the teacher in charge shouting at the entrance of the theater: "Students, can you go away, the door is closing!" "Let's go!" Sang Li shouted, turned to look at Shen Jie, and smiled, "I've been here all afternoon, and I didn't feel hungry." Shen Jie thought for a while, followed her out, and said, "Come with me, I'll take you to eat something." "No need," Sang Li declined instinctively, "I'll just go to the supermarket and buy some bread." Shen Jie refused: "It's so late, what kind of bread do you eat, can you digest it?" He seemed to be arranging for a child: "I'll take you to a good place to have porridge." "Porridge?" Sang Li chuckled, "Boss Shen, you are a rich man, so you treat guests to porridge?" "You'll know when you go," Shen Jie also smiled, "I never lie." "Cut," Sang Li pouted, but still followed his footsteps, "Businessmen don't lie? Who are they lying to?" "Really," Shen Jie said seriously, "I never deceive my taste buds when it comes to diet."