readsfreenovel Chapter 195 Rehearsal
Chapter 195 Rehearsal
Chapter 195 Rehearsal
"It seems that I made the right decision to let you go to the Department of Architecture. You have been smiling more recently." Qiu Huoming raised the book in his hand to cover Zhao Jiamin from the scorching sun.
"It's almost the National Day, why is it still so hot today?" Qiu Huoming pulled up his shirt. After such a long journey, the clothes were wet again with sweat.
"Don't worry, in a few days..."
"Will it be cooler?"
"In a few days, it will still be this hot." Zhao Jiamin smiled sweetly.
After passing this street, there was shade of trees in front. "There is a park here. Do you want to go for a walk?" Qiu Huoming asked.
"No, just take the car back. I just want to read a book now..."
Zhao Jiamin held the book and felt itchy in her heart, wanting to start reading immediately.
"Okay, let's go back. Let's exchange after reading it." Although Qiu Huoming has read it, it's not impossible to read it again.
"Okay, I'm changing departments these days and I need to take extra classes. Reading these books will be slow. After next week, I'll pick a time to bring them to you." Zhao Jiamin led the way, and the two of them quickly arrived at the platform.
"Don't be in a hurry, just take your time and watch..."
There were not many people returning at this point, so two people sat in the single seat by the window, one behind the other.
The window opened, the wind blew in, her hair was blowing in the wind, and when the tail of her hair was swinging, her white neck hit his eyes. Qiu Huoming looked away and looked out the window...
By the time I got back to school, it was already close to 3 o'clock.
Separating from Zhao Jiamin in the East District, he returned to the dormitory. Several people were there. He had just opened the book. He sat on the chair with the first book. Just as he was about to flip through it, several other books were gathered up. Xi took it in his hand.
"Holy crap, Jin Yong's book!" As soon as he finished speaking, the other books in his hand were forcibly divided between Yang Shijun and Wen Yuanyi.
"As for you, Xiao Mosquito, you are watching the second part, can you understand it? And you, Chen Xi, you are watching the last part, going straight to the finale..."
Qiu Huoming was a little bit dumbfounded.
Chen Xi held the last one and refused to let go, "Don't worry, I'm good at reading books backwards."
Since Jin Yong's martial arts novels became popular last year in "Wulin" magazine, many novels impersonating Jin Yong have appeared on the market.
(One of the pirated copies)
There are also some booksellers who go off the beaten path and come up with names that are very confusing, such as Jin Yong, Jin Yongxin, Quan Yong... At first glance, they thought they were the real owners. There are also some who imitated Liang Yusheng and made a good "Seven Swords" "Down to the Tianshan Mountains" has a postscript called "The Cold Sword Record of the Tianshan Mountains".
These people are also talented, with a variety of names, and have been popular in the book rental market for several years.
It can be regarded as enriching the amateur cultural life of the majority of people.
Qiu Huoming simply took out the first part and said, "You should start watching it from the first part. I don't have to watch it. I'm going to work on the radio..."
As soon as he finished speaking, Chen Xi took the first one in his hand like a gust of wind.
Yang Shijun shouted: "Hurry up and read, it's my turn after you finish reading..."
Wen Yuanyi is not on the list, and he is not in a hurry. He is in the second film, so rounding it off is the first.
After dinner in the cafeteria, there is a dance, but for this engineering college with an imbalanced male-female ratio, the dance is not very attractive. The purpose of everyone coming is to learn dance, hoping to be able to use it one day.
Today, Sunday, the 'English Corner' is closed.
Chen Xi from dormitory 202 brought several roommates over to serve as helpers. He did have some talent for dancing, and he learned well.
Several young people from the Engineering College who are good dancers all put on bell-bottom pants tonight. As the music swayed, they felt very stylish about themselves.
In the first half, I learned national standards. At the end of the song, the music suddenly changed and turned into disco. A group of people immediately rushed forward. These social cows were fearless and each twisted to the music. The autumn fire was still there, but Know whether to twist or turn away.
Yang Shijun sneaked to the door, lay down on the window and looked in. The heart of an older young man swayed to the music, but he couldn't let go of his hips...
The bell-bottoms that are popular all over the country started from the port city and spread to the coast and then to the inland.
At this moment, in the open space of the cafeteria, the students wearing bell-bottom pants were twisting their waists. During the twisting, their big legs and feet were floating, and they were all so beautiful.
Qiu Huoming's eyes were blank. It would be better to avoid such occasions in the future...
The noisy dance party was finally over.
Several people returned to the dormitory laughing and joking.
The next day, I heard Zhang Chunhua, the art committee member of the class, informing the students who had signed up for the art performance that they would not have to attend the last two classes and would go directly to the auditorium to participate in the rehearsal.
Class 1 has three programs in total, one is Zhang Chunhua’s solo singing, the second is Qiu Huoming’s self-playing and singing, and the third is Pan Jincheng’s flute.
Pan Jincheng was sitting in the back row, feeling a little excited because he could show off his skills tonight.
I went home and picked up the flute at noon, and spent the entire afternoon in the classroom eager to try it out.
As soon as the third to last class ended, the three of them went to the auditorium under the leadership of Zhang Chunhua.
Qiu Huoming carried the guitar on his back, and Pan Jincheng held the flute, and entered the auditorium, where many people came one after another.
The first draft of the program was in Zhang Chunhua's hand. Qiu Huoming read it. Most of the people in it were strangers. Except for a few people in his class, he only recognized Zhao Jiamin and Cheng Xiaohui. Zhao Jiamin performed violin and Cheng Xiaohui actually danced. , or folk dance.
Most of the people involved in the show are here today.
According to the order of the program, everyone will go through it first.
Qiu Huoming's position was in the middle, three people separated from Zhao Jiamin.
He took out the guitar, tightened the strings, and tuned it. Zhao Jiamin and Cheng Xiaohui took the initiative to sit over. Cheng Xiaohui took a deep breath, "I didn't feel anything just now, but why do I feel nervous as soon as I sit down... …”
"It's normal, everyone is nervous." Qiu Huoming glanced at everyone present.
The hosts were a man and a woman, both senior students. They looked familiar but didn't recognize them.
After all, it is the school's art performance, and everyone is still very interested in it. It is also a good window to show off their talents.
Zhao Jiamin took a piece of soft cloth and gently wiped the piano body. She seemed to be indifferent to the noise around her.
Qiu Huoming discovered that Zhao Jiamin had a great characteristic, that is, she could withdraw her emotions at any time.
This is both an advantage and a disadvantage.
According to the little psychological knowledge he has learned, this should be self-protection triggered by the drastic changes he encountered when he was young.
Zhang Chunhua's song was the first one. She sang "Ode to Red Plum Blossoms" with an exciting voice. It's hard to imagine that such a quiet girl could have so much energy. No wonder this song was placed first.
She got off to a good start, but it was a pity that the following ones were not as strong.
The stage was noisy. Some people were on stage for the first time and were full of mistakes. Fortunately, this was just a rehearsal. Everyone who signed up to participate in the performance was a person with a certain level of literature and art. As long as they could overcome their timidity, the rest would be done. That would be easy.
Because Zhang Chunhua was the first to finish singing, she was asked to go to the backstage to help.
Pan Jincheng's flute was quite impressive, and it was obvious that he had put in a lot of hard work. After his performance, Zhang Chunhua, who was too busy, caught him backstage to help.
The show continues...
"We invite Zhao Jiamin, a freshman from the Department of Mathematics, Class of 82, to perform on stage. The piece she performed is, 'Violin Solo' Butterfly Lovers..."
Zhao Jiamin looked calm and walked towards the stage.
Qiu Huoming asked Cheng Xiaohui in surprise, "Classmate Cheng, didn't Classmate Zhao go to the Department of Architecture? Why is it still reported as 'Department of Mathematics'?"
"She is the literary and art committee member of our class. I can't find anyone to replace her for a while, so I just wrote this. I don't know if it will be changed later."
"I see."
While the two people were talking, the piano music had already started playing.
The melodious sound of the piano is like weeping and complaining, with joy and sadness, and the gentle and melodious sounds are intoxicating.
Zhao Jiamin had a cool appearance and wore a long skirt, which perfectly matched the sound of the piano. For a moment, the entire venue fell silent, leaving only the music of the piano floating around.
The song ended with thunderous applause.
When she got off the stage, Cheng Xiaohui immediately stuck to her, "Sister Jiamin, your temperament matches the violin so well. It sounds so nice and beautiful." She turned to look at Qiu Huoming, "Right, monitor Qiu."
She heard that Chen Xi and the others often called them like this, so she just followed them.
"Well, you complimented me well this time." Qiu Huoming agreed with a smile.
Zhao Jiamin glanced at him and said, "I haven't heard you play the guitar yet. I'm going to listen carefully later."
"You want to hear it? That can't be done anytime, anywhere..."
A few people were chatting, and suddenly the program was announced on the stage, "Next is a very special program. We invite Qiu Huoming, a freshman in the radio department grade 82, to come on stage. His performance is 'Playing and Singing' Butterfly Lovers..."
Suddenly there was a commotion below, "Liang Zhu? Isn't it already there? Is it because Dongshi imitated..."
Qiu Huoming turned a deaf ear to the gossip and went straight to the stage with his guitar in hand.
The same melody of "Butterfly Lovers" played on his fingertips, followed by more chords, and Qiu Huoming's voice came through the microphone:
"Wuyan came to the front and shared a glass of water with you.
There is a strong meaning in the clearness, and the drunkenness flows out of my heart
Regardless of injustice or fate, don’t talk about butterfly dreams
Give you back this life, this life and past lives
The two of them flew through eternity and thousands of lifetimes..."
The noise below stopped, and Zhao Jiamin looked at the young man who was playing and singing on the stage with a smile in his eyes.
It turns out that the Butterfly Lovers he was talking about was the Butterfly Lovers, and the lyrics matched the music quite well.
This style of performance is currently only available in Hong Kong City and Baodao. How did he learn it? Is it self-taught?
There are indeed self-study textbooks on the market. They are all imported from Baodao through the port city. The textbooks are simple and obscure.
Also, Qiu’s voice is really good, and Butterfly Lovers is also a young man, so it’s perfect for a young man to sing the emotion here.
The song ended with warm applause.
This style is more popular among young people than pure music.
You know, Cui Jian's first appearance on stage had to be postponed until 86, when he used the song "Nothing" to explode the country...
Since then, the domestic rock era has been created.
But rock and roll needs to be paved. It has been a few years since the opening of the country in 86. People's lives have improved, their horizons have improved, televisions have become popular, and everyone has begun to pursue the spiritual world. These are the soil for "rock and roll".
If today, Qiu Huoming stamps his feet and shouts, "I have nothing..." as soon as he takes the stage, he may be caught by the security department and sent away directly.
Qiu Huoming returned to his seat calmly with his guitar in hand. Before Cheng Xiaohui had time to praise him, the next show was hers.
She pursed her lips and walked to the stage bravely.
Zhao Jiamin's clear voice came from behind, "Xiaohui, you can do it."
Cheng Xiaohui raised her lips and walked a little faster.
Qiu Huoming leaned over and said, "You didn't cheer me up just now..."
"How old are you, how old is she..." Zhao Jiamin rolled her eyes at him.
"You bully the elderly!" Qiu Huoming said with a playful smile.
Zhao Jiamin stretched out her hand and pushed away his leaning head, "Old man, be obedient. Let's watch Xiaohui's dance."
Her hands were soft and her fingertips were cool. Qiu Huoming retracted her head and looked towards the stage.
Cheng Xiaohui's folk dance, called "Harvest", is cheerful from beginning to end, and it perfectly fits the National Day performance.
The music matched her body movements, making her lively.
After dancing, she received thunderous applause. The little girl almost ran off the stage, her face was red and her forehead was covered with sweat.
"Sister Jiamin, can I dance well?"
"It dances so beautifully."
Cheng Xiaohui sat down happily... The rest of the program was quite satisfactory, and no one had the intention to watch it anymore. After a while, Qiu Huoming looked at his watch.
He leaned over and said softly to Zhao Jiamin: "It's time to eat... let's sneak out..."
Zhao Jiamin nodded, she pulled Cheng Xiaohui, and the three of them stood up as if nothing had happened and walked towards the door, their pace gradually speeding up...
The three of them arrived outside the door without any danger. Cheng Xiaohui laughed loudly, "I thought your class cadres were all old-school, but it turns out you guys can also run away..."
"We must go deep into the masses and break into the masses." Qiu Huoming replied seriously.
"Pfft" Zhao Jiamin chuckled, "Stop talking so much and go to the cafeteria."
The first wave of people in the canteen have finished eating, the table is in a mess, and several staff are cleaning the table.
There was a familiar figure among them, Zheng Yongqiang, whose bangs covered the corners of his eyes, with a hint of decadence, holding a broom and dustpan, following behind those people.
Qiu Huoming and the others prepared the food and found a freshly cleaned table. Cheng Xiaohui suddenly whispered: "Last time there was a fight in the cafeteria. This person went to start a fight and was beaten..."
She was referring to Zheng Yongqiang, who was from the same hometown as Zhou Haifu. Probably for the sake of his fellow villagers, he wanted to start a fight, but unexpectedly he suffered a disaster in the fish pond.
This person's sense of existence is very low. No matter what, he is still a college student. College students of this era are not the same as those of later generations. This gold content scorns many people.
The state's subsidies for poor students and scholarships are enough to make him live a good life. In addition to some family reasons, it is probably also related to his own personality.
The three of them finished eating, washed the dishes, and then slipped back to the venue.
At this time, the performance was over, and several teachers were still discussing with members of the Student Union's Culture and Sports Department. After a while, they saw Yue Bei, the Minister of Culture and Sports of the Student Union, and Vice President Cai Jiwei, who had arrived late.
The teacher shouted, "Thank you for your hard work, everyone. Let's go eat first. Later, let the literary and art committee members of each class announce relevant matters."
The people below stood up one after another and rushed to the canteen.
Qiu Huoming and his party followed the crowd out and walked straight to the library.
In the auditorium, Minister Yue took the performance list, looked at it for a while and said: "This year's newcomers are not bad, they are all very enthusiastic."
The teacher in charge of cultural life on the side smiled and said: "It is indeed good. The moral, intellectual, physical, artistic and labor development is all-round. It is not just about studying. It is better for young people and energetic."
Cai Jiwei's eyes stayed on Zhao Jiamin's name. He came here after dinner and missed watching the performance.
He is not a womanizer, but he wants to save face. The other party has nothing to do with him, so it is difficult to figure it out. But now that she has signed up, the subsequent operations will be easy.
He clenched his fists and then released them. Forget it, there was no need to compete with a female prostitute.
He asked her to apologize later, and he didn't care about it.
He lowered his eyes and stared at Qiu Huoming's name. Compared to Zhao Jiamin, who didn't give him face, this young man seemed more hateful...
Today is my birthday...
Sprinkle flowers