Two or three things about Lu Ze and Bi Sheng

The freshman's welcome party came later than usual. It is said that the school did not expect it to be so cold before New Year's Day this year, and it was delayed because the students were worried that the students would be frozen.

As freshmen, Lu Ze and Bi Sheng resolutely chose to perform at the party for the sake of their class and personal quality.

Lu Ze and Bi Sheng's program is very simple - recitation of lyric poems, and the poems recited are "To the Oak Tree", which is a must-have for all major recitation activities.

Lu Ze rehearsed for this for a long time, all he wanted was to get the ranking and lay a solid foundation for the scholarship extension points for next semester.

During the third program of the welcome party, it started to rain heavily, and the sound of thunderstorm could also be heard in the music of the indoor studio.

The recitation of "To the Oak Tree" was the sixth from last, and when it was about to start, Lu Ze suddenly became nervous behind the red curtain, holding the microphone back and forth with both hands, his eyes fixed on his toes.

Bi Sheng reached out to stabilize Lu Ze's hand, and suddenly turned his face and kissed him gently on the cheek.

Lu Ze was stunned, and immediately raised his eyes to look around, only to find that no one said, "What are you doing! What if someone finds out?"

"Still nervous?" Bi Sheng smiled.

The host held a lottery draw for the audience in front of the screen, and the next program was a poem recitation by Lu Ze and Bi Sheng.

Lu Ze quickly hooked Bi Sheng's head with his hands, and kissed Bi Sheng's side neck fiercely. No matter how anti-smearing lipstick he put on during makeup, he couldn't stand up to such an offensive. The red marks were set against the suit shirt obvious.

"Are you nervous?" Lu Ze suddenly asked with a smirk.

"Well, I've been hooked by you and made my heart arrhythmia." Bi Sheng's fiery eyes fell on Lu Ze's lips.

The red curtain opened, and Lu Ze and Bi Sheng walked to the stage together.

Two chasing lights hit the two of them.

The music suddenly quieted down, and so did the auditorium.

"If I love you, I will never be like a climbing Ling Xiaohua, showing off with your tall branches." Lu Ze's eyes fell on Bi Sheng's face.

"If I love you, I will never repeat the monotonous song for the green shade like an infatuated bird." Bi Sheng raised his eyes slowly, entwining Lu Ze's gaze.

Suddenly, some girls' excited conversations came from the auditorium, and the recitation was still going on gently and affectionately.

"...We share the cold wave, wind and thunder, and thunderbolt." The storm outside the studio, "We share the mist, Liulan, and hauni..."

Lu Ze and Bi Sheng came together, and the two beams of light merged into one.

Bi Sheng took Lu Ze's hand, and the two raised the microphone to their mouths together: "This is the great love, and steadfastness lies here. Love, not only loves your stalwart body, but also loves the position you insist on. land."

The applause was thunderous, the two bowed and stepped down, and the light dimmed.

Years after graduation, Lu Ze and Bi Sheng took the stage again to give speeches as outstanding alumni.

After the lecture, the host mentioned: "I heard that Bi Sheng and Lu Ze once performed poetry recitation on this stage, and it was recorded as material for the school's promotional video."

"There is such a thing." Bi Sheng nodded.

"Then I wonder if the two seniors would like to perform another segment?" The host suddenly threw out a request.

"That depends on Lu Ze's senior." Bi Sheng looked sideways at Lu Ze who was sitting on the other side, with a smile in his eyes.

"Yes." Lu Ze was much more mature and stable than in college, but he did not refuse the request, "But I haven't studied for so many years, maybe I can't remember clearly."

The same place, the same pair of people, two chasing lights.

The two men in suits and leather shoes stood side by side on the stage, forming two straight trees.

You are my oak tree with copper branches and iron trunks, and you are my kapok that is as brave as a torch.

We stand here, as if we are separated forever, but we are still dependent for life.