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Prepare for the P University self-enrollment exam in mid-March.

The violin teacher selected three pieces for him as candidates, all of which he had won awards in previous competitions. Two pieces were of high difficulty and had already reached the performance level of international competitions. Won a silver medal in the violin competition.

Bi Ziyun finally chose "Conne".

The expression on the violin teacher's face was a bit complicated: "Are you sure?"

"This is not an ordinary art test. Major P selects high-level art troupe talents. This piece is relatively low in difficulty. I don't think it can reflect your performance skills."

He stroked the violin score on the piano stand with his fingertips, and he still vividly remembered the scene at X University last year.

The old professor of Z University said that when every violinist plays, he will have a reassurance pin in his heart.

He asked himself: "Student Bi, what is the pin in your heart?"

He told the old professor at that time that when he played the piano, he was thinking of the person he liked.

Now, he has a more definite answer.

"Teacher, I just want to play "Chaconne." Bi Ziyun said to the violin teacher, "Believe me, I know how to play it well."

It has nothing to do with exams, games, or even the piece itself.

It's just an agreement between him and that person.

Just a few days before Bi Ziyun flew to Beijing to participate in the self-enrollment selection, Fang Nan was admitted to the Provincial No. [-] Hospital for the second expert operation.Fang Nan's mother told the students in the class through Wang Jin's mouth, so that everyone don't have to worry, the operation is still very successful, but it will take a period of observation in the hospital before a final diagnosis can be made.

Before leaving school to go to Beijing, Song Huaishu couldn't help joking with him: "Little Yunyun, do you think we will have an extra college student with a P major in our class when you come back the day after tomorrow?"

The expression on Bi Ziyun's face was indescribable: "Uncle, don't mess with me."

"Hahahaha, I can't poison you, if you want milk, only Brother Nan can poison you—"

In the middle of speaking, Uncle Huai suddenly closed his mouth.

It's okay not to mention it, now as long as Fang Nan is mentioned, standing next to Bi Ziyun, he can feel the air become heavy.

Seeing that Bi Ziyun's eyes dimmed slightly, Song Huaishu quickly changed the subject: "Don't talk, don't talk, tell me and Mingming when you come back, we will welcome you on Baidu!"

"Yes," Bi Ziyun carried her schoolbag and clapped hands with Song Huaishu, "Uncle, I will work hard."

Anyway, Fang Nan.

See you soon.

Every year, there are many people who come to P University to participate in the self-enrollment of arts. This year, there are three or four from Guanggu South Middle School. They have all kinds of specialties in violin, piano and dance.

In the afternoon, he was going to the school headquarters to take the selection exam. Bi Ziyun got up from the hotel bed at [-] o'clock in the morning, ran for a lap along the west school gate of P Daxi, and then came to the long-awaited Weiming Lake with his piano case.

The Weiming Lake in spring is like the head portrait of Ms. P, full of vitality.There are willows on the lakeside, and the willows hang down on the lake, reflecting the Boya Tower not far away.There are several dormitory buildings of P University nearby. Students came out of the building with their notebooks in their hands, waved goodbye to each other at the door, and then walked and rode bicycles, spreading out along the huge campus.

"Goodbye." "Goodbye." "See you tonight."

The senior sisters and seniors walked briskly and their faces were full of vigor.It may be because they all know that after a day of classes and dinner in the cafeteria, when night falls, they will still return to this gray-blue dormitory building and see the other people they met during the day again.

He really, really missed Fang Nan.

I want to say good morning to Fang Nan when the sun rises, and good dreams when it gets dark.Instead of walking alone on the campus of P University like now, cumin-like, out of tune with the people and things around.

"Next, I would like to invite student Bi Ziyun to take the assessment of the musical instrument orchestral violin, and it will be selected by Gu Nan-zhong." The host read.

Bi Ziyun took a deep breath, stood up from his seat, and walked towards the spotlight on the stage.

His schoolbag was hanging half open on the back of the chair, and the red recording button on his phone had already been pressed.

Standing in the concert hall of P University, he saw that the stage was full of assessment students from all over the country, and the first two rows were all professional judges participating in scoring.

"Good afternoon, judges and teachers." Bi Ziyun bowed to the audience, "The repertoire I played today is Bach's "Chaconne". Thank you for listening."

The lights dimmed, and the spotlight shone on the body of the piano. The audience was crowded, and Bi Ziyun on the stage slowly closed his eyes.

[When composing this piece, Bach - the love of his life, his wife died unfortunately.He was very sad in his heart, with a heart-piercing pain. 】"Bi Ziyun, this is not a sudden accident, it is a complication caused by ankylosing spondylitis."

Fang Nan, I like you.

[The second part is his memories.In his heart, how happy he was in the past, how lonely and sad he is now. 】"If today is really the end of the world, tell me, will this be the last time we meet in this life."

"Goodbye, Bi Ziyun." Fang Nan said, "See you tomorrow."

Fang Nan, I like you.

【In your life, what happened to you will make you feel very sad.Bring this feeling into the performance, I believe you will have a qualitative improvement. 】 "Xiaoyun, wait for me."

Fang Nan, I like you.

If "Chaconne" on Gulangyu Island is about a young man riding the wind and waves with a huge sword on his back and never compromise with fate, then "Chaconne" by the Weiming Lake is the answer he handed over to that person after Qianfan died.

Fang Nan.

I like you.I like you.I like you.

— Qu Labi, there was warm applause from the audience, and the staff saw that Bi Ziyun was standing on the stage and hadn't moved for a long time, so they went up to remind him that it was time to enter the next round of random exams.

They found that the contestant on the stage was sweating profusely, as if he had exhausted all his strength after finishing the song.

After playing the melody passage randomly checked by the examiner, Bi Ziyun returned to his seat, and the first thing he did was not to drink water, but to scramble to find his mobile phone from his schoolbag.

The recording software on the phone was still running, he hastily turned off the red button, converted the recording file into MP3 format, and sent it to "the strongest brain F."

The circle on the transmission bar turned and turned, and he was almost panicked by this garbage network. After three or four minutes, the audio file was finally transmitted.

Turning off the screen, Bi Ziyun put the phone back in his pocket, put on the piano case and walked out of the concert hall.Fang Nan basically doesn't know how to look at his phone now, and he really doesn't know when it will be until he replies.

Bi Ziyun didn't expect that his cell phone vibrated as soon as he walked to the entrance of the concert hall.He turned on the phone screen and found that a new prompt popped up on the chat interface: [The other party has received your file. 】The palms of his hands gradually began to sweat, he held his breath, and sent a message to Fang Nan.

A few minutes later, Bi Ziyun saw that Fang Nan hadn't replied, and then suddenly remembered that Fang Nan's eyesight was not very good, and what he sent just now was a text, Fang Nan must not be able to read it.

Pressing the voice button, when Bi Ziyun was about to speak into the receiver of the mobile phone, Fang Nan came back with a voice message.

He asked Fang Nan just now: "Did you hear that?"

Fang Nan said, "I heard it."

Seeing her son listening intently to the music on the phone, Fang Nan's mother gently closed the door of the ward, and went out to get a lunch box for her son.

When she returned to Ward 03, she saw her son looking away from the window, raised his hand and rubbed his eyes.

"Xiao Nan, what's wrong with you?" Fang Nan's mother hurried over, "Is your eyes feeling a little uncomfortable?"

"No, Mom."

Hearing his mother's voice, Fang Nan immediately put down his hand, and the expression on his face looked the same as usual: "It's the eye drops I just dripped, I accidentally added too much."

On the third day after returning from Beijing, Bi Ziyun received an email from the official of P University, congratulating him on passing this year's independent enrollment plan for art. If he volunteers to enroll in the liberal arts major of P University in the college entrance examination, he can get admission with a maximum score reduction of [-] points.

The God who he kept saying was going to blow up opened a brand new door for his future life, but on the same day, he played a huge joke with him.

Fang Nan's recovery after the second operation was not very satisfactory. The Seventh Provincial Hospital arranged for experts from Shanghai to come for consultation and decided to perform the last operation for him in another two months, that is, at the end of May.

After two months of suspension, Fang Nan submitted an application form to the school and voluntarily gave up this year's college entrance examination.

The author has something to say: Thanks for following up~

感谢在2021-01-1320:49:52~2021-01-1421:06:20期间为我投出霸王票或灌溉营养液的小天使哦~

Thanks to the little angel of irrigation nutrient solution: 10 bottles of squeaks;

Thank you very much for your support, I will continue to work hard!

71. Absence

After the provincial second model ended, Fang Nan's mother called and wanted to ask a classmate to help clean up Fang Nan's personal belongings and mail them back to him.Wang Jin notified the monitor and asked her to find someone to clean up Fang Nan's place.

Cleaning up the tables and chairs is like being on duty. It was an easy task, but it made the squad leader into a dilemma.In the classroom of Class [-], no one dared to touch Fang Nan's things without Bi Ziyun's permission.

Every monthly exam, the desks and chairs in the class have to be emptied to make room for other students to take the exam.The seats in the class must also be determined according to the examination every month.