Chapter 87 B-3

The graduation recital came under such contradictory and entangled circumstances.Thanks to Shen Jie, it is not the provincial capital hall, but the studio hall of the provincial TV station.Sang Li knew that people should look at her now the same way they looked at Luo Jing back then, but she sneered and thought: No matter how contemptuous people's eyes are, don't they still want to send flowers to her? Not for anything else, just because she is the first prize in several national competitions, and she is Ye Yuxia's student, and there will even be Liang Weisong to join her tonight.

Laugh at the poor but not at the prostitute... Sang Li looked at himself in the mirror sarcastically and thought: Sang Li, you have already reached a certain level of "prostitution", so you have the opportunity to learn singing from such famous masters, and you have the courage to walk away from people's pointers and discussions, so that you can sing. You can use your constantly improving skills to block other people's mouths... Is it your own deformity, or the world that is deformed? Thinking of this, she smiled in the mirror, then adjusted her makeup, and walked out with the most calm and elegant steps after the host Qing Yue's announcement sounded.She looked at the crowd of dark heads under the stage, raised her head, and showed a bright and confident smile.

It was at that moment that she knew her decision—she never gave up on the original path, and she wanted to go on without looking back! When the music started, she sang with all her heart, from "Teach Me How Not to Miss Him", from "Riding on the Wings of Singing" to "The Last Rose of Summer"... the moment the applause sounded, Sang Li smiled and called the curtain call, she knew , his performance was very successful. She just didn't know if the time she and Shen Jie were together had come to an end? After the concert, Sang Li has been thinking about how to propose to Shen Jie that he is going to Beijing.

In the evening, Shen Jie was sitting on the sofa watching TV, and Sang Li suddenly asked while peeling an apple, "Uncle, are you thirty-five years old?" Shen Jie was reading a financial report, and when he heard this, he gritted his teeth a bit, glanced at Sang Li and said, "I told you not to call me uncle." Sang Li smiled, looked at Shen Jie and said, "Uncle, speaking of which, our zodiac signs are the same?" Shen Jie squinted at Sang Li, saw that the apple was finished peeling, and when she put down the knife, he pulled her into his arms, strangled her waist, looked at her young face seriously, and asked puzzledly: "Except that I am better than you Twelve years older, what else do you want to say?"

Sang Li took a bite of the apple and asked him, "Why aren't you married yet?" Shen Jie was stunned for a moment, then smiled: "Why, can't you wait to marry me?" "Didn't mention me," Sang Li rolled his eyes, lifted the apple to Shen Jie's mouth, watched him take a bite, and asked, "You are so old, don't your parents rush you?" "They urged them, what does it have to do with me?" Shen Jie looked at the TV with a nonchalant expression. "Then you are going to get married sooner or later, right?" Sang Li continued to ask.

"What exactly are you trying to say?" Shen Jie turned his eyes away from the TV and looked at Sang Li squarely. "I want to say—" Sang Li took a breath, looked into Shen Jie's eyes with rare seriousness, "I'm going to Beijing." "Beijing," Shen Jie was a little puzzled, "I've had classes with Teacher Ye for so long, and now I want to go to Beijing?" "Teacher Liang said he could recommend it for me." Sang Liyin went to some other information in Liang Weisong's words, "It probably costs money, and they can't help me for nothing."

Shen Jie took a closer look at Sang Li: "I'm going back to the Shanghai headquarters in the second half of the year, you go to Beijing...you mean we separate?" Sang Li was taken aback for a moment, but after he really said this, he felt a little sad and reluctant, so he muttered and didn't speak. Shen Jie let go of his hands and stood up, paused for a while, then turned around and said to Sang Li, "Let me think about it." "You were the one who said you would help me realize my dream," Sang Li blurted out with a bit of grievance, lying on the armrest of the sofa, "I want to go to Beijing."

Shen Jie took a closer look at Sang Li's eyes, the clear eyes were full of brilliance, still full of hope, and suddenly his heart softened. "I'll think about it and give you an answer," Shen Jiesi sighed softly, "Give me some time to think about what to do." Sang Li didn't speak any more. It's just that that night, Shen Jie suddenly seemed to explode with potential power, and entered and exited her body with all his might. Sweat streamed down and landed on her chest, scorching like boiling lava.She looked up, looked into his dark eyes, stretched out her arms and hugged his neck tightly, raised her upper body in bursts of joy, and bit his shoulder hard!

The faint smell of blood quickly permeated, her eyes gradually fogged up, and he finally landed heavily on her body. The blinding white light dissipated, and she reached out to caress his back—still tight muscles, thirty-five years old, just a good age. He must have his own life, his home, his wife and children, everything that is peaceful and steady. That was the life of the upper class, full of the rules of the upper class... She didn't have a good background, and now she didn't have a clean soul. That world had nothing to do with her. She closed her eyes in the dark, and could only feel that he left her body a moment later, the emptiness at the moment of withdrawal carried a sudden coolness, piercing through her skin, flesh and blood, even her heart.

In the night, Sang Li turned over and closed her eyes, feeling vaguely about to fall asleep.In the middle, I vaguely felt that Shen Jie took a bath and came back to lie down.The moment the mattress trembled, she seemed to have dreamed of something, like crimson mist, rippling, floating, with a little floral fragrance, permeating... She must have not fallen asleep, because the song suddenly appeared in her brain: Flowers are not flowers, fog is not fog, midnight comes and dawn goes.How long has it been like a spring dream?Going like a cloud without a place to look. Students who study vocal music probably know this song. It was originally a poem by Bai Juyi, but it was later composed by Huang Zi and became a famous art song.When Sang Li was a beginner, he liked the artistic conception in the song very much, so he looked up the allusions of this poem, and only then did he know: unexpectedly, this poem is about prostitutes!

It is because tourists in the Tang and Song dynasties hired prostitutes to stay with them, and the prostitutes mostly came in the middle of the night and left at dawn.The time is so short, it seems to be just a dream for tourists.And the woman in the dream disappeared without a trace like a cloud in the morning. Thinking of this, Sang Li suddenly opened his eyes from the darkness! She looked at the dark surroundings in fear, and suddenly realized: Why did she think about this? ! Could it be that even she herself regards herself as a prostitute in her heart? Thinking of this, she suddenly suffocated her breath, sat up suddenly from the bed, covered her chest and took a deep breath. Shen Jie was startled, sat up and hugged her, and asked nervously: "What's the matter, are you uncomfortable?" She didn't answer him, but just took a long breath, closed her eyes, and leaned into his arms wearily.She felt his hand patting her shoulder lightly, and whispered: "Sleep, little girl, have a good sleep, don't think so much..." And she, in his voice, really fell asleep.