11 PM sharp, closing ceremony.
The curtains were drawn, and just when everyone thought it was about to end.
A melodious sound of a violin suddenly came from the stage, the familiar prelude sounded, and Jin Beisen suddenly frowned.
It was that "Star" song, and not only was it familiar to Jin Beisan, it was also familiar to Zhou Manzhen. This was the song she wrote when she was 15 years old, and it was a gift to her best friend, Lin Xingyan.
This piece of music had never been popular in the market before, including the score. Other than her, only Lin Xingyan knew how to play it.
And who was the person playing the zither behind the scenes!?
Jin Beisen frowned, a deep look appeared in his black eyes. He was sitting quietly on the spot, but it was terrifying.
Zhou Manzhen's expression was also very bad. Why would she suddenly play this tune on the school a
iversary? Her whole body trembled, as if she had lost all her strength in an instant.
She wanted to take a look at the person behind the stage. Zhou Manzhen immediately stood up from her seat, ignoring the shocked gazes of the crowd as she ran towards the stage.
At this moment, the sound of the violin suddenly stopped. Zhou Manzhen frantically searched for traces of the player on the stage, but no one could be seen.
Jin Beisen also immediately followed, only to see that the stage was empty.
But it was undeniable that just now, someone had definitely come here to play the violin.
Zhou Manzhu ran to the backstage and asked all the junior brothers and sisters. Everyone said that they didn't see the zither player clearly because she was wearing a mask and only knew that she was a woman.
At the moment when the curtains were drawn, everyone thought that the school celebration had ended. Yu Ina and Wu Chen were stupefied by the sound of the violin. At the moment when the curtain was drawn, everyone thought that the school celebration had ended.
Jin Beisheng tightly embraced the paralyzed Zhou Manzhen in his arms. It wasn't just Zhou Manzhen who felt that it was strange, he also felt that it was very strange.
Why did the violinist stop in the middle of Zhou Manzhen's performance?
What was the secret?
Zhou Manzhen was proficient in music. The person who played the zither just now, his skills, techniques, and the way he used the zither were all very similar to Lin Xingyan.
One tune, ten people could play ten different kinds of feelings, Zhou Manzhen understood Lin Xingyan's zither music, that was how it was.
The school celebration was a success. Although there was a slight deviation in the end, it was saved by Yu Jin and Yu Ina.
This part was too sudden. Wu Chen pulled Yu Yina's hand and they both calmly stood in front of the curtain.
"Everyone must be wondering why the zither music suddenly stopped. Actually, life is just a tune. Our 'Yizhong' is more like this song. It's already fifty years old and has been through many trials and hardships. It also carries a lot of honor."
"Yes, if you finish listening to a tune, you won't be able to recall anything after a few years. However, if it stops abruptly and you hear half of it, then this must be a beautiful memory from deep within your memories. If there is regret, if there is an incomplete piece, it will be the perfect life." Yuina improvised, her mind in a state of confusion. She didn't know what she was talking about, but she could say whatever she wanted.
But after saying those words, the two of them won bursts of applause. The atmosphere under the stage exploded to a high point once again.
Zhou Manzhu sat in the backstage, silently pursing her lips. Her petite body was slightly curled up, making people's hearts ache for her.
At this moment, her mind was filled with the lingering sound of this song. She was in a daze as she looked down at everything. Suddenly, she closed her eyes in pain.
"Xiaochun, what happened to you?" Jin Beisen shook Zhou Manzhen's body, his eyes filled with pain.
"I'm fine." Zhou Manzhen stubbornly opened her eyes and forced a smile on her stiff face.
"Why did you suddenly run onto the stage?" In fact, he knew the reason better than anyone else, and he was even more eager than Zhou Weiqing to see who the mastermind was.
"Bei Sen, I don't want to say it. I'm really tired right now. Can you take me home?" Zhou Manzhen said with a Microsoft tone. In his eyes, it was as if he was hurt.
Jin Beisen stretched out his hand, touched her head, and said with a pained expression, "Okay, let's go home."
The school a
iversary was still ongoing, with many people still remaining. The No.1 Middle School had prepared a sumptuous buffet for the guests, and in the afternoon, there was even a masquerade party. It was very lively.
520 Beach Road.
After Zhou Manzhu returned to the villa, she ran back to her room, and burrowed into the blanket, tightly wrapping the silk around her trembling body. She felt very cold, so cold that the tune she played halfway ended abruptly the moment she rushed onto the stage.
His back was covered in a thin layer of cold sweat. His eyes were covered by a layer of fog. His ski
y body was curled up into a ball. Even while he was hiding in bed, he couldn't feel any heat.
Suddenly, the man's strong arms wrapped around her waist. Her broad chest instantly warmed up a bit. At this moment, Zhou Manzhu finally felt a trace of warmth.
Zhou Manzhen's eyes were filled with confusion, disappointment, and even a hint of unease. Her eyes were dim, and she tightly pursed her lips, not saying a word.
Jin Beisheng was very worried about Zhou Manzhen's appearance, as if he was being provoked. Why did she feel afraid?
After expending a great deal of effort, Jin Beisheng finally managed to break away from Zhou Manzhen's body. Since he couldn't bear to force her, he could only slowly wait for her to let go and turn around ??
"Northson." Zhou Manzhen suddenly loosened her lips. The edge of her lips slightly quivered, and her eyes became vacant.
"Xiaochun, don't be afraid, I'm here." Seeing Zhou Manzhen like this, Jin Beisheng's heart was filled with pain. The argument he had with Zhou Manzhen at Yi Zhong had disappeared like smoke in thin air.
"Northson, do you think this world is capable of reviving the dead?" Zhou Manzhen's thin lips trembled as she asked with a deathly pale face. The goosebumps all over her body rose up.
"A dead person is a dead person, of course not. Silly girl, this is what happens in this world, including fate. Once it's over, some people will never meet again." Jin Beisan frowned, and a smile appeared on his face, but it was not a genuine smile, but more like a coy smile.
"That's true. Maybe I'm too sensitive, or maybe I'm just thinking too much." Zhou Manzhen buried his head in Jin Beiseng's arms, absorbing the warmth from his body.
"You played that song at the closing ceremony, right?" Jin Beisan's eyes dimmed, but Zhou Manzhen didn't notice anything strange.
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