There was a burst of laughter from the audience.

Some people laughed out loud, while others asked in disbelief: "Erquan Yingyue? Is she kidding?"

"Today is the school anniversary. What is she trying to do by playing this kind of instrument on such an occasion?"

"Ah this... She is wearing such beautiful clothes and playing this?"

"Puchi - an excellent student is an excellent student. It's really a waste of expectations."

In the eyes of these students, when they mention the erhu, they often think of those poor people begging at the door of the shopping mall, as if such an instrument should not appear on their noble St. Sely College's school anniversary stage.

Truly elegant socialites are often good at elegant instruments such as piano or violin.

Lu Qingqing had already left the stage at this moment, and her worries stopped the moment she saw Song Yi take out the erhu.

Lu Qingqing's heart was full of contempt. What's the use of having a good-looking and deceptive appearance? The poorness in his bones could not be concealed. It was obvious that he could not play the piano at all. He could only find something to save the situation.

It was a pity that Song Yi was still too smart. In fact, it would be more decent to escape in the face of danger.

Lu Qingqing thought so, and then walked to Shen Yujing's side. She looked at him tenderly with her big watery eyes and asked, "Excuse me, can I sit here?"

Shen Yujing looked at her strangely and said, "Sit wherever you like."

Why ask him? He didn't occupy a seat.

Although what Shen Yujing said was not very pleasant, Lu Qingqing still carefully lifted her skirt and sat down after getting Shen Yujing's permission.

As soon as she sat down, Lu Qingqing said, "Shen Yujing, my father asked me to..."

"Shh." Shen Yujing stretched out his index finger and put it between his lips to signal Lu Qingqing to be quiet, "Just sit down, don't talk so much, you're disturbing me from watching the show."

Lu Qingqing's smile froze on her face, but she quickly adjusted back to normal, trying to smile at the stage.

What's so good about this kind of performance?

A poor man playing the erhu to beg? It is indeed quite suitable for Song Yi, and it will be a skill for her to go out in the future.

Lu Qingqing thought so, and her smile became colder.

She wanted to see how Song Yi could perform.

Many people thought so, and some people raised their mobile phones to start filming the scenes on the stage.

Most people here have heard famous concerts, so they have no interest in Song Yi's erhu solo, but they can't resist her beautiful face. Everyone has the same ability to appreciate beauty. Even if she wears a black hat and sunglasses, she is still beautiful.

Amid the mocking and excited gazes of the crowd, Song Yi calmly began her performance.

At the beginning, some people were chatting in low voices in the audience, but gradually the voices became lower.

The girl sat on the stage, wearing sunglasses to cover most of the emotions on her face. She stood very straight, and didn't care about the gazes in the audience at all, playing her own music.

As the music played, Song Yi lowered her head, her long hair slid down her shoulders and neck to the front of her body, as if she was immersed in her own world. As her hands moved, the sad music sounded.

Soon, the surroundings became completely quiet.

Quan Le touched his arm and whispered, "Why do I feel like I'm getting goosebumps?"

Shen Yujing raised his chin and commented reluctantly, "It's really good."

Lu Qingqing glanced at Shen Yujing, then pursed her lips.

She knew that she couldn't disturb Shen Yujing at this time, but she was unwilling to do nothing.

So Lu Qingqing took out her mobile phone and quickly took a selfie, revealing half of Shen Yujing's face in the photo.

Then she lowered her head like a guilty thief and adjusted the screen brightness to the lowest, and cropped the picture.

In the last photo, there was only a smiling girl, and the boy next to her only showed one ear and some golden hair, like an intimate evidence taken accidentally, but it was enough for everyone to know who he was.

Lu Qingqing originally wanted to post it on WeChat Moments, but then she remembered that Shen Yujing was still by her side, so she decided to post it later.

Lu Qingqing put away her mobile phone, and the music in her ears made her feel annoyed.

It was not that it was bad, but it made her feel awkward.

Lu Qingqing lowered her eyes and stared at her skirt. In the annoying sound of the erhu, she suddenly thought of some things in the past at an inappropriate time.

For example, her father and her family.

Compared with these proud sons of heaven, she did not have a wealthy family, and she did not even have a room of her own when she was a child.

When she was young, the family of three rested on one bed. When she went to elementary school, her father bought a folding bed for her to sleep in the living room, while she slept in the room with her mother.

Although life was hard at that time, and she would envy the potato chips and yogurt on her classmates' desks every day when she went to school, Lu Qingqing knew that her parents loved her very much, and she should not compare with others.

She had to study hard, work hard to get into college, and have a good job in the future so that her parents could live in a big house.

Soon Lu Qingqing's wish came true and she lived in a big house, but it was not because of her hard work, but because her father was promoted by the chairman of the company.

Lu's father was a very hard-working person. By chance, Mr. Shen discovered his strength and directly promoted him to a secretary assistant and kept him by his side.

At that time, Lu Qingqing was also very happy because she had her own room and the first beautiful princess dress in the room.

From then on, her life seemed to be going smoothly.

She was beautiful, and after her mother dressed her up, she looked like a little princess in the class, and was praised by the teacher and classmates.

Lu Qingqing was very happy. She felt so happy. She had a big house, beautiful dresses, and endless snacks and yogurt. However, Lu Qingqing did not realize at that time that the price she had to pay for all this was the loss of her happy family.

Lu's father came home later and later, often drunk, and her mother cried more and more, and the quarrels between the two continued to increase.

When Father Lu brought his daughter to attend the Shen family's banquet for the first time, he said: "Everything we have was given by the Shen family. Qingqing, you don't want to go back to that small house with only one room, right? Dad will work very hard, and you also have to be sensible and make Mr. and Mrs. Shen like you, so that we will get more things in the future."

Make Mr. and Mrs. Shen like you?

At that time, Lu Qingqing didn't quite understand this, but she knew that she didn't want to go back to the house that exuded the smell of coldness, dampness and poverty, nor did she want to have only two sets of shirts to change every summer.

She liked beautiful skirts, liked playing the piano, liked dancing, and liked people praising her for being as beautiful as a little princess.

Compared with Mr. Shen and Mrs. Shen, would it be better if the handsome young master of the Shen family liked her?

So Lu Qingqing fell in love with Shen Yujing at first sight, but it was not necessarily love, because she wanted the other party to like her, and then depend on him to live.

Just like her father, just in a different way.

Until the mother yelled at the father like crazy, "What work requirement? Don't tell me that you rent a room and sleep with women for work!"

The father slapped the mother on the face and said coldly, "Don't say this in front of the children."

The mother sneered at the father with her long hair in disarray, "You dare to do it and are you afraid of what others say? Qingqing will regard having a father like you as her greatest shame in the future!"

Father Lu looked at the child hiding in the corner. Lu Qingqing in the video asked, "Qingqing, Daddy will give you a choice now, do you want to go back to the old house, or persuade your mom to go back to the room and rest."

Lu Qingqing hesitated for a long time, walked to her mother, and said, "Mom, Daddy is doing this for the good of our family."

The girl was only in the third grade, but she grew up in such an environment and became sensible very early, so she understood everything and made a choice.

Lu Qingqing smiled at her mother and said, "Mom, this is also good. As long as we have money, it's enough. Mom can buy the latest bags, and I can travel abroad. Others will envy us. As for the rest, it doesn't matter."

Lu Qingqing will never forget that day. Her mother, who was always gentle and kind, looked at her no longer as if she was looking at her favorite daughter, but as if she was looking at a devil.

That was one of the last few times Lu Qingqing saw her mother in her memory, because they divorced soon.

Before leaving, her mother still asked her, "Qingqing, do you want to go with mom?"

Lu Qingqing shook her head and said, "I like my current home."

Later, she never saw her mother again.

It was something that happened a long time ago and should have been forgotten, but when she suddenly thought of it, her eyes actually turned red.

Lu Qingqing quickly raised her hand to wipe her eyes, and looked up at the stage in some confusion.

Compared with the concerts she had attended before, the sound of the erhu was not really superb, but it seemed to have the power to move people's hearts.

It was really strange, was it because she had been under too much pressure recently?

Lu Qingqing thought so, but soon she realized something was wrong, because she was not the only one affected. A

girl in the back row was already crying, and her voice choked with sobs: "I thought of my grandfather. His favorite instrument when he was alive was the erhu. He sat in the garden like this. I thought it was ugly and noisy at the time, but now..."

The girl didn't finish her words before she fell into her companion's arms and cried breathlessly.

Another boy on the right was also wiping his tears. Although he was very careful because he felt embarrassed, Lu Qingqing still found out. There was

even a girl in the front row who turned around with red eyes and asked them to borrow paper.

Lu Qingqing: "..."

Damn it, it was really a ghost. What's wrong?

Lu Qingqing turned her head to her left. The blond boy raised his head and looked at the stage with focused eyes. He was obviously listening very seriously, but he was not affected by the sad music at all.

Lu Qingqing breathed a sigh of relief.

Sure enough, she said, playing the erhu couldn't be so weird.

But the next second Shen Yujing looked at Quan Le strangely and asked, "What are you doing? You are crying!"

Lu Qingqing: "..."

It seems that something is still wrong.

At this moment, Murong Huan, who was standing not far away, crossed her arms and looked at the stage. The always proud young lady had tears in her eyes for the second time recently.

The last time was because of Jiang Yiheng, and this time was because of him.

The last time was because she liked him and couldn't bear to let him go, and this time was because she thought of the inexplicable unrequited love for him all these years and felt that it was a waste of time. It was so embarrassing to be a bootlicker for so many years

. Wuwuwu, still angry.

Why did I like him for so many years... Wuwuwu...

On the other side, Jiang Yiheng, who was standing next to the principals and directors, also frowned.

Song Yi's performance was good and touching, so much so that he always felt a little indescribable sadness.

This strange feeling lingered in his heart, and Jiang Yiheng soon thought of the reason.

Maybe it was because seeing Song Yi reminded him of the evening party, when he would step onto the dance floor.

It doesn't matter, he has to take this step.

Jiang Yiheng raised the corners of his lips, trying to suppress his not-so-relaxed mood at the moment.

And suddenly, a leader spoke up, "This student is really good. I suddenly miss my daughter. She has been studying abroad and hasn't been home for a long time."

"I thought of the years before us. St. Sly encountered so many difficulties when it first enrolled students. If it weren't for Mr. Shen's investment, it might have gone bankrupt by now."

"Yes, yes." Someone responded, recalling the past, "By the way, Principal, do you still remember? It was you who took us to find Mr. Shen at that time."

At this point, the eighty-year-old principal raised his head and pushed his reading glasses.

At this moment, others realized that the old principal was crying.

Everyone hurriedly handed over papers to comfort him, and for a moment, the leaders were a little flustered.

At this moment, Song Yi, who was sitting on the stage, had not yet realized what a shocking impact her performance had brought to the entire St. Mary's.

At the end of the song, thunderous applause rang out.

Song Yi stood up and bowed politely to the audience. When she was about to leave, the host suddenly came on stage.

The handsome boy in a white suit should be a sophomore student. Song Yi had not seen him much.

The boy smiled at Song Yi and said, "Senior sister, please stay."

After the young man finished speaking, he looked at the audience, "I think everyone must be moved by Senior Sister Song Yi's performance just like me. In addition to us, there is also a special person who has something to say, that is our principal. Everyone, please welcome him with applause!"

Sparse applause rang out. The 80-year-old principal was notoriously verbose, and at this moment, no one was in the mood to listen to his nonsense.

However, Song Yi was a little strange. What could the principal say about her playing the erhu?

But Song Yi still took two steps back and gave up the most central position to the principal.

However, when she saw that the old principal's eyes and nose were red, and it was obvious that she had just cried, Song Yi remained silent.

What's the matter?

Is her performance so bad? Did she make the principal cry?

But fortunately, the situation was not as bad as Song Yi thought. The old principal stood on the stage and praised her performance excitedly.

The principal said succinctly, "What is art? This is art! Really good music can touch people's souls! I thought of many things in the past, and the most difficult days in my life. I believe that many students are the same as me. I saw many people crying, right? Don't feel embarrassed, we are moved by art and cry for art!"

Song Yi hugged her erhu silently.

It's not to the level of art, right? It seems a bit exaggerated to be praised like this.

And the applause from the audience rang out again.

As soon as Song Yi stepped off the stage, Murong Huan rushed over to hold her hand, and kept saying, "You just performed so well! I was almost moved to tears by you! I almost cried, and Quan Le cried! Look! He's still wiping his nose!"

Quan Le, who had come over at some point, also had red eyes, but he rarely denied it, and said awkwardly, "I admit that I was indeed moved by your performance."

Song Yi: "?"

Huh?

What's going on? What

made Song Yi even more confused was what happened next. The video of her playing the erhu was filmed by her classmates and posted on the forum.

Soon, it was not just the forum of St. Sly College, but students from other schools also posted the video.

[Look! A beautiful girl in cheongsam plays the erhu! 】

【When she solemnly announced that she was going to play Erquan Yingyue, I thought it was a prank, but it turned out to be a real master performance 】

【 Wuwu ... At the end, she took off her sunglasses when she bowed, revealing her pretty face, and smiled shyly at the audience. [Ahhhh, I declare that I am in love] [Her smile healed me in one second, even though I was sad after listening to the whole song Erquan Yingyue] [So, is this an amateur? Or is she an art student from some school? ] [Is she trying to make a debut in the future? ] [Tell me the name in advance! I will be a die-hard fan if she debuts! ] [Everyone in front of you should be more clear-headed. This girl is from St. Sely College, which proves that her family is either very rich or her grades are very good. Don't assume that everything will make her debut when you see a beautiful girl showing her talent] Shengyu High School is no exception. The boy sitting in the last row leaned back in his chair, holding a cup of milk tea in his hand, and had watched the video on his phone three times with headphones on. It wasn't so moving that it made him cry as they said, but it did remind him of some things. For example, his brother who was a bit worrying, wasn't that close to him. And his grandmother, the skinny old lady who never took the initiative to see him because she hated his parents. But even so, the old lady who said she didn't want Hang Feng to see her and tried to see her as little as possible, couldn't hide the love in her eyes every time she saw him. The family calendar clearly marked the time he went every month, and she would secretly put some money and candy in his pocket when they parted. She knew that he didn't lack money, but in order not to make her younger grandson sad, the old lady could only clumsily express her concern for her older grandson in this way. In fact, this feeling was not unpleasant. It made him miss her suddenly, and he hadn't been back to see her for a long time. And the old lady didn't know that the son whom she had resented for half her life, his nominal father, was actually dying. They say that death is the greatest thing, and I don't know if she will forgive him. Thinking of this, Xu Che lowered his head and bit the straw of the milk tea, but he didn't suck it, just kept this action in a daze, as if thinking about something. On the other side. At noon, in the cafeteria of Saint Sly. Looking at the unanimous praise for Song Yi on the forum, thinking of the red eyes of the people around him this morning, Shen Yujing still didn't understand. He looked at Quan Le beside him, and then at Murong Huan in front of him, and asked, "Did you really cry?" Murong Huan: "My eyes were just red." Quan Le: "I just wiped my nose." Seeing Shen Yujing's suspicious eyes, Murong Huan slammed the chopsticks on the table, "Hey, don't look at us like that, we cried if we wanted to, it's not like we don't dare to admit it. Anyway, everyone cried today, so don't laugh at anyone!" "Yes ." Quan Le nodded in agreement, "Didn't you see how everyone praised Song Yi? They said that her performance can remind people of their most painful and saddest memories. It's normal to cry!" Song Yi couldn't stand it anymore, so she came out to smooth things over and said, "Just eat, don't quarrel." Although Song Yi originally thought that this matter was unreasonable, she felt relieved when she thought that she was the heroine. Because she is the heroine, nothing is impossible, huh.

Shen Yujing thought for a few seconds and said, "But don't talk about crying. I don't feel sad at all."

Murong Huan sneered, "Heh."

Quan Le rolled his eyes, "Hehe."

Song Yi nodded perfunctorily, "Yeah, yeah, let's eat."

Shen Yujing: "..."

How on earth could he make them believe that he was not bragging for the sake of face, and that he was really not affected at all!