Exclusive Memory Chapter 8 Part 1

 After wandering aimlessly on the street alone for half a day, I received a call from Bai Lin.

"Where have you been?" She asked right away, "I've been looking for you everywhere, but my phone doesn't answer all the time. I've already called N times."

I froze for a moment, "What's wrong?"

"What's the matter? What's the matter? What's the matter? It's an hour and a half before the evening performance. Where's the pipa you brought?" She asked angrily.

It was only now that I remembered that apart from seeing Mu Chenghe, I had another very important task, which was to go home and get a pipa, and then lend it to the female classmate in our class who danced classical dance as props.

"I'll go back and get it right away." I came to my senses.

"You're still on your way?" Bai Lin was even more annoyed.

"It's not far away, I'll be home soon, and I promise you with my personality that I will never be late." I almost swore to the sky.

"Okay, if you dare to be late, I'll slap you to death." Bai Lin uttered a cruel sentence.

I smiled, not angry at all, hung up my phone, and hurried home.

I know how important this show is to everyone.

The school holds a program on the Friday night at the end of every month. It takes place at the basketball hall in the West District. Each department or college takes turns, and it takes one year after one round.

November happens to be the School of Foreign Languages.

Our college has English Department, German Department, French Department, Japanese Department and Russian Department, five majors. Each department allocates two to three programs, which just make up a half-hour cultural show.

Bai Lin used to be the deputy head of the literature and art department of our college, but when she reached her senior year, she retired. Last month, she was caught by the counselor, helping the students do things, and was put in charge of the English department's program. Although she is not very good at dancing, her ability to command people is first-class.

I don't know how, these seniors who are still involved in it do not have the same slack as in the previous three years, but are more serious.

Maybe it's because we're in the graduating class, and it's a bit of a swan song.

I'm an old mess . I put the pipa in the closet. The leather case outside has been scratched and the zipper is broken. It looks very vicissitudes. Facing this box, I thought about it quickly, and decided not to bring it, or it would damage my image too much. But when I stood on the bus holding a naked pipa like this, I realized what a bad decision this was.

A lot of people looked at me and looked at me, and the probing gaze fell on the pipa and then slid over my face.

I pursed my lower lip, people would think I was going to set up a stall at the night market to sing.

When I arrived in the West District, there were still about ten minutes before the show started. They are doing makeup backstage.

The flying girl in our class has already put on makeup and a fake bun on her head. Bai Lin got a set from somewhere, the clothes worn by the fairy sisters in Journey to the West, and put them on for her. Panting heavily, I hurriedly handed over the pipa.

Bai Lin admired her masterpiece, and asked me triumphantly, "How is it?"

"It's as beautiful as that Chang'e."

"The one who dances is Feitian, not Chang'e." Bai Lin corrected.

"Isn't that the same thing?"

"What's going on?"

"Chang'e took the elixir and flew into the sky, right?" I asked.

"Yes."

"Isn't that flying."

"But..."

Just as Bai Lin and I were discussing the principle of Chang'e's flying fairy in the background, we heard the host begin to announce the curtain.

"Students and teachers, good evening everyone. Sending away the autumn of fragrant osmanthus, we ushered in the cold wind and early November. In the early winter season, there is more air conditioning and less warm sun, but our scene is deeply warm..."

The two hosts, known as the "Yuanhua" and "Yuancao" of our foreign language college, stood on the stage, with two blushes on their cheeks fluently matching the opening speech. (meaning "dorm flower" and "dorm grass", like class beauty)

"I'm going to watch the show, I wish you a successful performance." After I finished speaking, I walked towards the stands, only to hear Bai Lin shouting from behind: "Remember to reserve a seat for me, I'll find you later."

I didn't bother to turn my head, and made an OK gesture.

However, the show scene of the Foreign Language Institute has always been the hottest, and I could not find a seat, so I finally had to find a place on the stairs to the grandstand and sit down on the floor.

Fortunately, this is a basketball hall, and the stands are condescending to the stage, otherwise I would not be able to see the front at this height, let alone sit down, or tiptoe.

The first program was a solo soloist from the French department.

The second program was a hot dance from the sophomore year of the English Department.

The lights were rather dim, and I looked around, some of them I've seen, some I haven't seen at all, but most of them I don't know at all. My mother often said: Iron camps and flowing soldiers. I haven’t been to the West District for only a few months, so I am very unfamiliar with the people here.

I don't know if Zhao Xiaotang is here.

I picked up the phone and sent her a text message, and she replied within two seconds.

"I'm here. Where are you? I got a seat for you."

"I'm in the back." I sent her again.

Then I saw a girl standing up and looking back on the left hand side in front of me. That person was Zhao Xiaotang, and she was looking for me in the crowd. Zhao Xiaotang's figure attracted the attention of many boys.

She was an unusually beautiful person who should have had more admirers, but her personality that was out of place with this school scared away these boys of the same age.

When I squeezed to Zhao Xiaotang's side, I was already sweating.

"Did Bai Lin get ahold of you?" She asked.

"I found it."

I was afraid that she would continue to ask, so I changed the subject and said, "Do you have a program list?" How many of our shows are there? ”

"See for yourself." She casually gave me the pamphlet.

At this time, the magic performed by the two boys from the Russian department on the stage suddenly ignited the atmosphere of the audience, and the applause lasted for a long time. One of the boys picked up the microphone and smiled playfully, "I have two tasks today, the first one is to perform magic tricks, which has already been completed, and the second one is to be entrusted by the host friend to announce the curtain for my classmate. The next poem recites "Я вас любил". Obviously everyone knows why she asked me to talk."

The boy gestured to the male host on the side of the stage. Then everyone laughed, obviously because they wanted to use the original Russian text for the topic, which really made the yuancao a little embarrassed.

The boy said: "Okay, stop laughing, let's listen to this poem in a different mood. Its author is Pushkin."

Then, the lights dimmed.

Я вас любил: 

любовь еще, быть может,

В душе моей угасла не совсем;

Но пусть она вас больше не тревожит;

Я не хочу печалить вас ничем.

Я вас любил безмолвно, безнадежно,

То робостью, то ревностью томим;

Я вас любил так искренно, так нежно,

Как дай вам бог любимой быть другим.

I used to love you;

Love, perhaps,

It hasn't completely disappeared in my psyche;

I hope it doesn't bother you again;

I don't want to make you sad and sad anymore.

I once loved you silently and without hope,

I endured both shyness and jealousy;

I used to love you so sincerely, so tenderly

May God bless you and the other person will love you as much as I do.

After the girl finished speaking the last word of the Chinese section, she put down the microphone in her hand and did not move for a long time. Her pronunciation is somewhat different from Mu Chenghe's, shallow and light, but just as moving. She was wearing a white dress, standing under the spotlight on the stage, looking at the audience below with a pair of big eyes, transparent like an elf, a lonely elf in such a noisy party.

Then, applause broke it all.

I heard someone next to me say, "I'm most annoyed by this kind of poetry recitation, and if it weren't for the Chinese translation in the back, the front would sound completely like bird language."

Another said: "I think it's okay, look, the girl is growing up pretty well."

Then, the others laughed.

hen Zhao Xiaotang applauded with everyone, she turned her head to look at me, and said in surprise, "Xue Tong, what's wrong with you?"

"Ah?" I came back to my senses, wiped my face casually, and found that tears were streaming down my face again before I knew it.

Then, I don't know what was going on on stage later, I just remember Bai Lin hugged me tightly and said loudly: "Why are you crying, what's so great about it. You have to have a backbone!"

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