Chapter 909: The Lilac-Like Girl
The crowd in the misty rain raised their heads and saw the white walls and gray tiles of Wuyi Lane. Every plant and tree exudes a simple and profound flavor. There are green vegetation climbing up the corners. The red paint on the door has been mottled and peeled off. The copper ring that has been baptized by the years is shining brightly...
"Luo Da, Wu Yi Lane is here!"
shouted the host at the front of the line who was a guest tour guide.
Swish, swish, swish!
All eyes were focused on Luoyang.
Everyone knows that arriving at Wuyi Lane means that the works promised by Luoyang will be released!
The audience did not urge, but there was unconcealed expectation on their faces. The literati did not say anything, they just looked at Luoyang, wondering if Luoyang had already produced a work that was good in just one stop. The difficulty of it, since Everyone knows this.
"Luoyang..."
"Any ideas?"
Jiang Shan and Yao Zhongjing spoke softly.
Luoyang didn't answer, and the phone in his pocket suddenly buzzed and vibrated.
A smile appeared on Luoyang's lips, and he nodded under everyone's gaze: "That's almost it."
Seeing Luo Yang nodding, the host announced slightly excitedly: "Nod, dear teachers and audience, it seems that our teacher Luoyang is ready. Welcome Teacher Luoyang to come on stage to create for everyone. I don't know what he will bring to us." What a piece of writing!”
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As Luoyang nodded, Tianxi looked a little disbelieving: "Are you ready?"
One stop only lasts ten minutes. It takes ten minutes to conceive a work that satisfies everyone. Tianxi asks himself that he cannot do this. So at this moment, he does not understand where Luoyang's confidence comes from. If the quality is not good, The audience may not buy it.
Lu Yuer gently made a victory gesture.
Just know that there is nothing wrong with him and nothing can be difficult for him!
Luoyang stepped forward. There was a computer behind the host, and a huge electronic screen was placed at the entrance of the alley. The stage here was certainly not as large as the ancient bridge, but just letting Luoyang create by himself would naturally be a challenge. More than enough.
"I'm a little nervous," the host said.
The audience laughed and looked at Luoyang with even more anticipation.
However, to everyone's surprise, Luoyang did not go to the computer behind the host, but turned around and stopped in front of a deep alley.
"Huh?"
"What does he want to do?"
"Why don't you go on stage?"
"Why did you stop at the alley?"
The literati looked at each other, and the audience also started talking softly. Everyone didn't understand what kind of medicine was sold in Luoyang's gourd. Just as the audience was talking, Hua Qi, who had been accompanying the literati team at the back, came to Luoyang at a trot:
"Boss, you want the umbrella."
Luoyang took the umbrella and nodded gently to Hua Qi.
Hua Qi understood and trotted towards the computer.
"This is……"
"What to do?"
"Is this little girl creating instead of Luo Da?"
"Probably not. That little girl is the assistant of Luo University. She went to the input desk, and it seems she is going to type for Luo University..."
Everyone vaguely understood what Luoyang meant. After the host and Hua Qi exchanged a few words in a low voice, they explained: "Well, as everyone thought, the Luo University will read out the poems created later, and the assistant of Luo University will Responsible for recording on the big screen..."
"really!"
"I want to read poetry!"
"It is true that expressing emotions about objects is more artistic, but it seems more difficult..."
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Bang!
The oil-paper umbrella held by Luoyang was opened to cover the top of his head, and his slightly magnetic voice also sounded from under the umbrella:
Holding an oil-paper umbrella, alone
Wandering in the long, long
A lonely rainy alley
I hope to meet
Like a lilac
A sad girl
At that time, drizzle was falling, and the vegetation was getting darker. Luoyang stepped on the bluestone that had witnessed the passage of time, and stopped in the middle of the alley. As he chanted, Hua Qi's fingers tapped the keyboard flexibly, and Luoyang's poems Also appears on the big screen:
"Holding an oil-paper umbrella...in the lonely rainy alley...I hope to meet...a lilac-like girl...with a sad and resentful girl..."
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Ding.
Ding.
Ding.
The sound of high heels stepping on bluestone.
Following the sound, a girl wearing a white floral cheongsam came slowly. She had a slender neck like a swan, and a tall and curvy figure. The only regret was that the girl had some inconveniences. For the sake of being known, his face was covered with a veil.
It's like my heart skipped a beat!
Where is this girl?
Everyone in the audience subconsciously held their breath!
A girl wearing a cheongsam came from the other direction of the alley. She lowered her head slightly, remained silent and graceful, and finally became parallel to Luoyang. At this time, Luoyang's voice rang out again:
"She has the same color as lilac, the same fragrance as lilac, and the same sadness as lilac. She complains in the rain, mourns and hesitates; she wanders in this lonely rain alley, holding an oil paper umbrella, just like me, just like me, She walked silently, indifferently, desolately, and melancholy. She approached silently, and when she came closer, she cast a look that was like breathing..."
On the big screen!
As Hua Qi's fingers danced, the verses that Luoyang was reciting emerged line by line. Some literati on the scene showed a hint of shock, and the audience stared blankly, unable to say a word. come out.
Knock, knock.
The girl in the cheongsam is still stepping on high heels, swaying gracefully.
The oil-paper umbrella in Luoyang's hand was slightly lowered. He did not look at the masked cheongsam girl and started walking again. His voice spread far and wide in the alley:
she floated by
like a dream,
As sad and confused as a dream.
like floating in a dream
A sprig of lilac,
This girl floated beside me;
She was far away silently, far away,
Arriving at the crumbling fence,
Walk through this rainy alley.
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Finally, Luoyang and the cheongsam girl passed each other. They passed each other without communication, movement, or even looking at each other. However, Luoyang's chant did not stop because of this, but spread further. Got:
Holding an oil-paper umbrella, alone
Wandering in the long, long
And the lonely rain alley,
I hope to pass
like a lilac
A sad girl
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Walk from the beginning of the alley to the end of the alley.
Luoyang stopped, put down the oil-paper umbrella, and let the falling rain fall on his shoulders and hair again.
The lilac-like girl has disappeared without a trace in the alley, as if what everyone just saw was just a dream that happened in a dreamy night. When you wake up, you can't remember it clearly.
But on the big screen, the completed song "Rain Alley" was clearly written there:
Holding an oil-paper umbrella, alone
Wandering in the long, long
A lonely rainy alley
I hope to meet
Like a lilac
A girl with sorrow and resentment...