Black Moonlight's vest fell again

After the speeches of all the leaders, Song Ruisong stood up and announced to the camera that Huaguo's first "Elegant Art Entering Campus" project will take Shaocheng as a pilot and gradually spread to the whole country to improve the comprehensive quality of Huaguo youth .

Grandpa Jiang applauded first.

Jiang Yun came out.

Because of the particularity of Grandpa Jiang's status, Jiang Yun has always been relatively low-key. During the promotion of the national project, she will not focus on herself.

But after all, he is the top class in China, and his power is astonishing.

Huayang TV's ratings surged like a roller coaster!
People at the school gate could vaguely hear the boiling sound in the school.

Even Song Ye and his group frivolously turned on their mobile phones to watch the live broadcast.

From the school gate to the auditorium, it was crowded all the way.

The students at the scene became excited all of a sudden, and they raised the support flags and light boards one after another, and the screams once again overturned the roof of the auditorium!
The lights on the scene went out.

The stage was completely dark, with only one beam of chasing light simply shot down.

Jiang Yun walked onto the stage slowly.

He wore a formal performance tuxedo, black and solemn.Because it is a national project, a dark red velvet bow tie was worn for the first time.The black hair was sprayed with hairspray and combed neatly behind his head.

There is a beauty tip in the middle of his hairline, and his face is too good-looking.

There is only one thought in Rong Zhi's mind: such beauty.

When I met Jiang Yun in private, he was lively, a little gloomy, a little stubborn, and a little dull.

But at this moment, Jiang Yun, who was performing far away on the stage, showed a side of Rong Zhi that she had never seen before, gorgeous and fragile.

He gracefully bowed to the audience, and lightly placed the bow on the strings. Suddenly, his bony fingers danced like a spell, and mysterious, chilling and beautiful music gushed out in an instant.

It's "The Devil".

Jiang Yun's performance has always been known for its emotional appeal, and was called by the classical record company to have "the rough edge of human life".

Not perfect, but emotionally charged.

Rong Zhi's mind was uncontrollably stirred up by Jiang Yun's "The Demon King", and countless memory fragments surfaced.

The night was dark and the wind was howling. She dragged the hot boy over the garbage dump with difficulty. Her world was always dark, and the garbage dump under her feet was like a jungle of horrors.

The dying boy babbled aloud, sometimes calling his parents, sometimes grandpa, sometimes raving indistinctly...

She knew in her heart that it was the god of death, and the god of death was robbing her of the rapidly lost life of the young man.

She gritted her teeth and moved step by step.

Reaching the farthest garbage mountain, maybe you can find a discarded potion, no matter what the potion is, even if there is only one drop!
She and he are both bugs.One is blind, the other has a bad voice, they are as cheap as ants, they depend on each other for life.

Finally, exhausted, she stopped.

The boy had died in her arms.

As the performance draws to a close, the boy in the repertoire is about to die in his father's arms, and the sound of the violin gradually fades away.

Jiang Yun's side face was frozen like a plaster statue with bright eyebrows and eyes, noble and distant.

His expression was indifferent, and his pair of phoenix eyes were half covered with coldness.

He seemed to be indifferent to everything, and he seemed to be leaving without hesitation in the next second.

This kind of Jiang Yun is about to shatter into dust in the universe almost immediately, and does not belong to this world.

Many people were excitedly taking pictures and videos, the girls behind them were discussing excitedly in low voices, some people were making green circles, flashing lights flashed together, and many people in the guest seats were already thinking about who to socialize with first.

Rong Zhi was firmly nailed to the seat by Jiang Yun's music.

At the end of the song, the boy died, the wind rustled, and the lingering sound lingered.

Jiang Yun bowed silently, then backed away.

Rong Zhi felt a little coolness on his face.

She touched it, tears streaming down her face.

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"Do you want to go back to the capital with me? You haven't been home for a long time." Grandpa Jiang asked.

Jiang Yun's performance had just ended, and she was still sweating.

This song touched his long-standing memory, he was not in a very high mood, and said wanly: "There is still a mv filming in Shaocheng. Go home after filming."

Seeing Jiang Yun's expression, Grandpa Jiang finally couldn't bear it, and suddenly said: "Actually, there is a girl among the students who came today, Kun Pengsheng. Grandpa thinks she is very good. I hope you can get to know her."

"It's the granddaughter of Chen Jinsong from the Shaocheng Propaganda Department."

Jiang Yun expressed her refusal with silence.

Grandpa Jiang observed his expression carefully, but did not speak.

The child's parents died early, and he was kidnapped when he was 4 years old. Although he survived, no one survived the explosion except him.

After returning home, his personality changed drastically.

Even clothes are almost exclusively black.

Seeing that Jiang Yun was not in high spirits, Grandpa Jiang didn't bring up the matter again, and beckoned for Lu Zeyu.

Grandpa Jiang's secretary stuffed a bag for Lu Zeyu.

Grandpa Jiang said: "Your grandpa entrusted me to bring Ah Jun something."

Inside are several bottles of chili sauce unique to Sichuan and Sichuan.

People in Shaocheng have a light diet, and this kind of hot sauce cannot be bought locally.

Lu Zeyu's expression darkened for a moment.

Soon he returned to normal, intentionally enliven the atmosphere, and said cheerfully: "Okay, thank you, Grandpa Jiang!"

As Grandpa Jiang got older, he liked happy young people. Every time he saw Lu Zeyu, he was very happy.

However, the Lu family felt extremely troubled by Lu Zeyu's unruly temperament.

As the second son of the public security family, Lu Zeyu not only suddenly stated on a certain day that he would never inherit his father's business, but also suddenly became extremely rebellious, and went abroad to hide and never returned home. Can't sleep.

In the end, Jiang Yun persuaded her to come back.

"You want to take her to a place that no one knows to start over." Jiang Yun said solemnly, "First of all, you must have the ability to gain a firm foothold no matter where you are."

"My orchestra is one viola short."

Lu Zeyu opened his leather jacket, his forehead was still bleeding, and there was a strong murderous look on his bloody face: "As long as I can take her to live abroad, I will do whatever I want."

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Over time, the wound scabs over and the wound fades.

Lu Zeyu touched the faint scar on his forehead, and joked in front of Grandpa Jiang with a playful smile, then took the opportunity to drag Jiang Yun away, and entered the lounge through the school's dedicated passage.

Not long after, the entrance of the lounge was like a river beach blown by the spring breeze, covered with young grass-like students, holding Jiang Yun's support flag, holding photos and CDs, sitting or standing, waiting Jiang Yun came out.

A tall girl with a "student representative" red satin slung across her shoulders struggled to push through the crowd, and walked outside against the flow of people.

Her hair was black and thick, and the curly ends shook gently around her slender waist.

Jiang Yun stood at the small window in the lounge and looked out, her eyes suddenly focused: "Poor little...?"

Lu Zeyu looked around: "Who?"

The girl disappeared into the crowd in the blink of an eye, and Jiang Yun remained motionless in the same posture. After a long time, she let out a sigh of relief: "I should be wrong."

"How could she be here!" Lu Zeyu chuckled, stretched out his long arms to wrap around Jiang Yun's shoulders, and winked, "Why, miss her?"