Chapter 74 (1/2)
Shen Mengjun transferred the recording directly to the radio station.
After debugging, she immediately began today's broadcast.
”Here comes the weekly broadcast. I'm your broadcaster Shen Mengjun. Today, we don't tell campus stories or folk music, but play an old song. ”
”This old song was originally sung by the old wolf. But today's song is not sung by the old wolf, but by a ”student” in our school! ”
”At the same time, there is the accompaniment of his guitar.”
“……”
When Shen Mengjun's voice was heard on the radio, it attracted the attention of many people on the campus.
At this time, it is the time for students to rest. Many people are idle and bored. They will go for a walk by the lake, on the path under the camphor tree, or on the shady campus path. At this time, it would be nice to listen to the school radio.
In the past, Shen Mengjun's radio station had a lot of tricks. She has done many things, such as telling stories about great men, reading tomb raiding novels, playing folk music, and even telling ghost stories.
And like today, it's not very new.
However, there is one person who is pleasantly surprised at the moment.
This man is Qin Yu, one of the four male gods of Ninghai University.
At the moment, Qin Yuzheng and a group of friends were eating in the Dexter at school. When they heard Shen Mengjun's voice in the radio station, they opened their mouths and greeted him.
”Qin Shao, Shen Mengjun wants to play your guitar and songs.”
”It must be Shen Mengjun, who secretly hid in the crowd when Qin Shao played the guitar to show his love, and then recorded it. Now, it should be broadcast on the radio so that everyone in the school can hear it. ”
”Qin Shao, this time, you will be famous in the whole school.”
”Qin Shao is really powerful. Then he showed his hand and could cause such a sensation.”
“……”
His group of classmates thought that the guitar sound Shen Mengjun wanted to play was Qin Yu's.
Even Qin Yu himself thought so.
At the moment, he was also very proud.
However——
At this time, Shen Mengjun played the guitar sound and the song.
Just the first sound came out, Qin Yu found something wrong.
”This... This doesn't seem to be mine?” Qin Yu thought so. There was a strange man's voice on the radio.
”Will you ring tomorrow, the diary you wrote yesterday...”
When the voice sounded, Qin Yu understood that what Shen Mengjun played was not his!
Other students who just complimented him are also very embarrassed at the moment.
Then, a classmate scolded, ”Shen Mengjun, what ghost is playing? It's so ugly!”
As soon as the student said this, suddenly, the voice in the radio continued to ring through. The guitar sound, suddenly at that moment, seemed to have a power, an incomparably powerful appeal and rendering power.
He found that he wanted to cry!
Yes, I want to cry. Because at that moment, under the rendering of guitar and song, he recalled his primary school deskmate very strongly. Recall the time when I was with her.
He thought that those memories had been blurred and forgotten.
But I found that I didn't forget. Just temporarily stored in the depths of my heart.
At the moment, it comes to mind from the bottom of its heart and becomes very clear
Everyone here, including Qin Yu, was infected by that song.
Even Qin Yu sighed in his heart, ”this guitar is better than me. This song is better than me! ”
On the other side, Xia Meng, who was packing up and preparing to leave school and go home, suddenly heard the voice of the school radio at this moment.
”Buzzing ~ ~ ~” suddenly, a buzzing sound came out of her mind.
She covered her mouth and listened to the song, listening to the familiar and strange voice.
In my mind, I can see the heavy once and the appearance of my deskmate.
At the same time, the midsummer time emerged.
That was her best, best time
”Fate, it's really you!”
”Originally, I didn't read it wrong.”
”But why are you avoiding me? He Jinyin!! ”
“……”
The students of the whole school were infected by the old song and guitar played on the radio today.
A couple sitting by the artificial lake couldn't help holding each other's hands.
Two men who were reading at the same table couldn't help looking at each other.
Ling Fei from dormitory 305 was eating in the canteen. She felt that the voice in the radio was a little familiar.