Chapter 87: Leave. (1/2)

The stage light in the auditorium is bright. Compared with the stage, the light in the auditorium is dim.

Xiao Luo is now sitting in a low-profile position in the last row of the audience. He will leave tonight. Before he leaves, he will enjoy the chorus of the English major. After all, this is what he directed.

”A group of girls actually chose a song called Yellow River. I think they definitely can't sing well. How can a girl sing this song with vigour?”

”I think so, too. I'm afraid the English majors have to be at the bottom!”

Next to them, two boys were whispering about the performance of the English major to be played.

Xiao Luo couldn't help but say: ”The momentum of the song is not sung by voice. Many revolutionary red songs are sung by women. They can still sing the momentum and inside information of the song. There are no inappropriate songs in the world, only people who don't know how to sing.”

The two boys looked at him and smiled playfully.

”Dude, it seems that you know a lot about music, you're from music department?”

”No.”

”So you are an amateur and a member of the Music Association?”

”No, I was just passing by.”

Thus, the playful smile on the two boys' faces became even more prevalent.

”You are not a music student or a member of the performing arts club, so what qualifications do you have to comment on?”

”Just a layman, but pretending to be a music master.”

Xiao Luo was not angered either. He kept a faint smile on his face and only replied, ”Because I guided the chorus of the English major.”

Between the two boys' faces of consternation, a student announcer came out from behind the curtain of the stage, smiling broadly and holding a microphone, and said: ”Please enjoy the song ”Yellow River,” chorus of class, Grade 16 English major. Command, Huang Ruoran; Monoluoge, Chu Moon! ”

The big red curtain was slowly pulled open, revealing the familiar faces of English majors. Everyone was in high spirits, smiling, and stood in line with Xiao Luo's previously adjusted formation.

Huang Ruoran, dressed in a formal suit and high heels, stepped out of the background, bowed deeply to the audience and then turned to face her classmates. At this moment, the accompaniment of ”Yellow River” flows out gently like mountain streams.

Chu Yue was in the middle of the queue. When the accompaniment sounded, she read aloud: ”The Yellow River is a long flowing history. The Yellow River, the mother river of Chinese people; Your bosom is nestled up to 1.3 billion Chinese children, and your blood is connected to 6.6 million Chinese land.

Coming from the snowy mountains and grasslands and the Dadu River, we looked back at history with solemn and stirring songs. Coming from the barrage of bullets and the blockade of the Japanese aggressors, we fought bravely with songs. Descendants of the dragon united to defend their hometown, the Yellow River and our great motherland. ”

The mood was vigorous, brimming with tenacity and strong rendering power. Before the chorus started, this recitation had already aroused the blood of all the audience present, as if seeing the picture of revolutionary fighters courageously killing the enemy and the rise of China.

Xiao Luo showed a satisfied smile. Chu Yue was really suitable to be a reciter.

Huang Ruoran began to command with both hands, and a loud and neat song rang.

”The wind is roaring, the horses are shouting, and the Yellow River is roaring ...”

At first, the singing sound was like a wild horse running on the vast grassland, followed by several horses, and finally a large group of horses galloping along the rolling Yellow River. Accompanied by the instruments, the strong collision of high-pitched and low-pitched sounds made people seem to see the rolling waves.