Chapter 70 Different Worlds Inside and Outside

After the personal verification of "self-made sins", it has proved that the technology of our assembly is not bad, the quality is good, and at least we can sit down. I just don't know if it can withstand the shaking? If so, how much shaking can it withstand? This needs to be personally verified by the identification of this teacher's chair.

We stayed on the playground for a while and then went to dinner. We have not mentioned anything to our class changing areas. We will talk about such things that are harmful to others and self-interest at most, and we will not put them into action. In Zhu Hua's words, the four of us are "in ancient times, the four of us were a generation of heroes who acted bravely for justice and hated the poor when it was time to act bravely."

At about 4 p.m., the playground was basically full of people. People chatted and ate what they bought from the newly opened distribution point selling snacks and drinks at the entrance of the playground. Everyone doesn't want to leave, for fear that their seats will disappear as soon as they leave. Everyone began to chat crazily with the people around them and get to know the strangers around them, so that someone could look at their seats when it was convenient to go out.

This is also the best time for journalists to collect materials, who are drifting in the student area to interview all kinds of students.

A 30-year-old reporter wearing glasses interviewed his distinguished classmates with a recording pen. He said, "Hello, this classmate, can I ask you a few questions?"

The student was shocked by what was sticking to his mouth. When he saw that it was a recording pen, he suddenly became a little nervous. He said, "Okay~~Okay!"

The reporter laughed and said, "Don't be nervous. This is just a recording pen. We can talk as usual."

"Recording pen!" The student was relieved and said, "Mom, if you didn't say it earlier, I was scared to death. I thought it was that kind of camera!" You didn't say it earlier."

The reporter was stunned by the student's reaction. After a while, he realized it and said, "It's a recording pen. This student, I want to ask if the two students in your school who are known as "music wizards" really attracted all the birds around him when playing the song as rumored?"

The student cleared his throat, grabbed the recording pen from the reporter's hand, and put it on his mouth and said, "I don't know what the rumors are outside. I only know that the rumors are true. There were really many birds that day, overwhelming. Oh, my God, they are all birds. At that time, I was playing football on the playground, and then I heard a wonderful song. I swear it was the best song I've ever heard. Oh, my God, it's so beautiful! It sounds good..."

The reporter was looking down at his shoes and hearing the key place. Suddenly, he found that the other party stopped talking, so he looked up at the classmate, but saw that the classmate was immersed in memories with a distracted face. The corners of his mouth actually drew crystal saliva and fell long. The reporter couldn't help shaking his hand in front of the classmate and said, "Classmate, wake up! Please go on."

The student came to his senses, took a deep breath, sucked the saliva that was about to drip to the ground into his mouth, and then his throat knot moved into his stomach. The student wiped the saliva from the corners of his mouth with his hand, groaned a few times, and then burped. Looking at some of the movements of the classmates in front of him, the reporter was almost scared to lie down. He held his frightened frame of glasses and thought to himself: It's true that there are all kinds of birds in the forest. There is a pair of legendary excellent piano and flute skills, and this brain-damaged classmate in front of him. This school is really a complementary school! It's amazing!

The student ignored the stunned reporter and continued to say, "That day, I happened to play football on the playground, not basketball. Don't think I'm thin, but I'm also a member of the highly skilled school football team, bracket, not a substitute, bracket. I am the first in the football world, and no one dares to be the second. As long as I carry the ball, everyone has to follow me. Wherever I go, the fairway, they can't get there. I was invincible all the way, defeated the heroes, overwhelmed the whole school, came to the door and shot with one foot. As a result, the group beat the doorpost and rebounded back. After I received the ball. I shot again and hit the post again; when I came back, I followed the ball and shot again..."

"Playing football on the playground, playing football, not basketball" "bracket" "I call it first, no one dares to call it second" is really insight today. The reporter did not interrupt the students in front of him, and he did not dare to interrupt for fear that he would do something amazing again. He didn't dare to get his recording pen back. Staying away from the madman in front of him is what he wants to do most. He let the classmate talk to himself with a tape pen and turn around to find another better interviewee.

There is a scene outside the stage, and there is another scene behind the stage. Behind the huge stage is the actor's lounge, and all the actors who will participate in the performance tonight at five o'clock are waiting quietly in the lounge.

The lounge is filled with a tense atmosphere, which makes people feel very depressed. Although they have rehearsed several times, the students are still uncertain. In the face of more than 20,000 spectators, no one dares to say that they are 100% sure that they can perform successfully. Many students' legs began to tremble, and their faces gradually turned white. This tension infected one after another. If they don't stop it, I'm afraid that tonight's opening party will be over before it starts.

Because there are many more people coming than expected, the headmaster is also a little lack of confidence. He knows that tonight is the last battle of his achievements, and success or failure will be known tonight. He thought that the participating students would be nervous, but when he came to the actor's lounge and saw the expressions of his classmates, he couldn't help locking his eyebrows. In desperation, the principal tried his best to calm the nervous classmates, reassure them not to be nervous and keep cheering them up. After a while, the students gradually settled down. Seeing that his efforts were not in vain, the principal was slightly relieved, but he was still somewhat worried. Before he left, he looked at me and Yang Zhiyan. I nodded to him with a smile. The headmaster also nodded, and then turned around and went out.

After the headmaster left, everyone was slightly relieved. With the leaders here, they didn't dare to breathe. But everyone still dares not speak and only silently cheers themselves up from the bottom of their hearts. And Yang Zhiyan and I are the most special in this. We talked and laughed in a corner. Yang Zhiyan was also a little nervous at first, but she was slightly relieved after seeing me. After a few talks and laughter, her tension disappeared without a trace.

As time approached, the footsteps outside the lounge gradually became dense, and each step hit the hearts of the students in the lounge. Everyone's heartbeat slowly accelerated unconsciously, and the atmosphere created by the original principal was instantly broken, and everyone began to get nervous again. The body trembled because of the mentality. The more everyone wanted to control it, the more uncontrollable it became. The face gradually became more uneasy. The blood color of the skin on the hands began to fade, and the hands began to turn white and cold.

Everyone's emotions gradually affected Yang Zhiyan. She bit her lips gently, and some reluctant smile showed the long-buried tension in her heart. I looked around and frowned slightly. He stretched out his hand and gently held Yang Zhiyan's hands to signal her to feel at ease. Yang Zhiyan saw that her hands were held by me, and her pretty face blushed slightly, and the shyness in her heart replaced the tension. After a while, I let go of my hand and took out the green flute. Yang Zhiyan didn't know what I was doing with the green flute at this time, and looked at me doubtfully.

I smiled at her, then put the green flute on my mouth and played it gently.

"Qingxin Curse" is a classic track of Taoism, which can calm the listeners down, remove impurities, and keep it clean. It is said that this song was created by Laozi and is for people who have just practiced Taoism, so that they can quickly see their own nature, so that they can stick to their hearts and not be favored by the fame and fortune of the outside world**. But when this song was just created, the magic was too strong. After playing it, all the listeners fell into a deep sleep. In order to make this song more suitable for monks, after a long revision, I divided it into three small tracks: listening, Xiaosheng and heartfelt, corresponding to the three stages of the monks. I played the sound track just to calm down my classmates in the lounge and relieve their tension. If I play the memorable track, I'm afraid everyone here will die in my dream. Playing the memorable repertoire must require the player to have no thoughts and no idea. Moreover, there is no music score for the memorable repertoire, which can be heard from the heart. It can be loud and sparse, it can be yellow bells, it can be silent for a lifetime, and it can be chanted day and night, arbitrary and selfless. If you want to play the memorable repertoire, you must be a master of the innate inscription period, otherwise you can't be mindless for a long time. I once listened to my master play the unforgettable repertoire, and that time I slept for a month after listening to it. From that time on, I knew the great magic of this song, so I just entered the innate inscription period to play this song, and it took me a day to barely reach the state of mindlessness. I just reached a mindless moment, my heart was slightly excited, my mood moved slightly, and everything was ruined. Then I set it for another day before I reluctantly popped up the memorable track. As soon as I played a few times, the master next to me coughed gently, which disturbed my mood and was ruined again. The performance requirements of the listening track are far worse than that of the heartfelt track. You don't need to be sure, just play it directly.

In the lounge, all the students stopped their movements and their bodies no longer trembled. They all looked at the young man in white who played the flute and quietly listened to the fairy song that seemed to come from the sky. They felt as if they were in the vast universe. Quiet. Magical. Gorgeous and colorful. Floating in the universe, following the slow flow of the stars, with no desire in his heart, forever...