"How is it? Teacher Ye?" Reminiscence asked as he looked at Ye Chuan in surprise.

"Tsk tsk, I can't tell." Old Ye looked up and down with a hooligan's eyes and said.

Next to Principal of Leadership, a middle-aged man with a little baldness said to the principal: "Principal An, I really can't see that there are so many good seedlings in your school."

"Mr. Feng has been awarded too much." The principal smiled, his face full of pride.

"What class was the student of the girl just now? What's her name?" the man asked.

"The first class of senior high school is called Hui Memory, and he is currently the president of the music club." The principal replied. The man stopped talking and silently remembered the name in his heart.

"Teacher Ye. Come on your performance!" The female host said to Ye Chuan backstage.

"Oh! OK, here we come!" Ye Chuan agreed, too lazy to sort out his image, and walked onto the stage casually with a guitar.

"Hmph!" Seeing that it was Ye Chuan who came on stage, Du Yongyan turned his face unhappy.

Li Muhua, Sha Yingying and others in the audience, including the memories in the backstage, were all looking at the stage with anticipation.

"Ahai, are you ready? Remember to record his appearance later." Lin Tian said.

"It's ready." Zheng Xiaohai said, taking out the camera and pointing it at Ye Chuan on the stage.

Ye Chuan found a random place, sat on the ground, gently tweaked the strings, and on the stage, he remembered the melodious and peaceful music.

"Tsk, what? There is no highlight, it's far worse than the beauty in front of me." Lin Tian said.

"If you don't speak, then you'll be mute!" Li Muhua retorted.

At this time, Ye Chuan on the stage spoke slowly and sang a melody without lyrics. His hoarse and low voice echoed throughout the venue.

"It's average, it doesn't feel anything outstanding," said a girl.

"Well, it's so dull! I want to sleep a little." Another girl said yawning. But after a while, she changed her mind. Ye Chuan was as if she was telling a story calmly, slowly attracting people. In the deep singing, the girl seemed to have thought of something, staring at Ye Chuan on the stage, and a tear came out from the corner of her eyes.

The memories of taking off makeup in the backstage, listening to Ye Chuan's chanting, a picture appeared in his mind again.

It was still the sea of ​​ice under the setting sun in winter. A man carrying a guitar slowly walked over the stone steps. Then, he sat on the steps and played a melodious and sad song.

In the distance, a woman seemed to be attracted by the sound of a piano and walked towards the man step by step. She stood behind the man and looked at the sea of ​​ice under the sunset without saying a word. A dazzling ray of light stretched the figures of the two people infinitely. Several white birds flew past the sky, as if infected by music, circling in the air.

The man never looked back from beginning to end, and he was immersed in the wonderful music he played.

Then the woman glanced at the man playing with her eyes closed, and walked towards the south with a smile.

The man didn't seem to know that someone had been here, and he was still immersed in the music without any effort, but there were few circling birds missing in the sky.

Slowly, the man's piano sound began to become smaller and more distant until it disappeared.

The man rubbed his hands that were so cold that he was red, put on his guitar, and walked towards the north.

In the picture, there are only the ice sea drowned by the sunset and the occasional flying birds.

Off the stage, Li Muhua looked at Ye Chuan in a daze, and her hands tightly grabbed Xu Hui's arm. At this moment, she felt absurdly sorry for the guy who was usually lustful.

Lin Tian and Zheng Xiaohai also forgot to record Lao Ye’s mischief, and they were immersed in the low singing voices.

Quietly closing her glasses and listening carefully to every note, she could hear it. At this time, when she first saw Ye Chuan, the song Ye Chuan hummed.

Even Du Yongyan, who had always been upset with Ye Chuan, seemed to remember something and secretly wiped away his tears.

With the last guitar tone, Ye Chuan ended his performance.

No one applauded the audience, and the silence was as dead as death, and everyone was immersed in the story just now.

It was not until Ye Chuan left the stage that someone reacted and slapped his palms suddenly. The audience burst into applause.

Li Muhua jumped up excitedly in the crowd. She slapped her palms red, and her eyes flashed with strange brilliance.

"Oh my God, I seem to hear a moving story. Who was the person who performed the show just now? The host said it seemed like a teacher. Which class I came from, I want to transfer to their class!" said a girl with light makeup.

"Hmph, I don't look at you, I look like a silly person. If you want to turn, I will apply tomorrow!" said the girl next to her.

"That person's shadow looks so familiar! It seems to have seen it somewhere!" said another boy.

"I remembered it!" someone in the crowd exclaimed: "He is the man who was in the photo with Teacher An Jing on the forum before."

"So it's him!"

"Hmph! So what? I'm not worse than that bitch An Jing! I'm just going to transfer to his class!"

“…”

Because Ye Chuan and An Jing performed too well, the fight in the subsequent program of the evening party seemed meaningless. Finally, it was eight o'clock and the evening party ended. The students were yawning on the way home. Along the way, many people were talking about Ye Chuan and his memories tonight.

Gradually, it was late again.

The Mid-Autumn Night is particularly lively. Under the bright moonlight, the streets are filled with people and bright lights. People walk out of their homes and enjoy the leisure of the festival, and everyone has a happy smile on their faces.

Behind this prosperity, there is a lonely person.

In the apartment, Ye Chuan sat alone in the living room without lights, staring blankly at the TV. Boring advertisements were playing on the TV, but Ye Chuan had no intention of changing the channel.

He was naked (naked), holding a cigarette that had burned to the end in his hand, and hanging his head and wondering what he was thinking.

The fierce and ferocious tiger tattoo behind her seemed to fall asleep at this moment.

It was not until the cigarette burned to the end and the fingers that Ye Chuan woke up. Looking at the bright moonlight outside the window, his thoughts floated to the distant past again.

Memories 1:

It was a Mid-Autumn Festival in a small town many years ago.

"Brother, happy Mid-Autumn Festival!" In a somewhat dilapidated house, a young man with a somewhat similar eyebrows to Ye Chuan said to the teenage Ye Chuan.

"Don't take your words back, I don't have the money to buy you Mid-Autumn Festival gifts!" Ye Chuan said with a cunning smile.

"Oh!" The boy lowered his head in frustration.

"But it's not impossible!" Ye Chuan said: "As long as you promise to do me a favor!"

"Really?" The boy's eyes regained his excited expression: "What are you busy with, you said!"
Chapter completed!