907 The girl who looks like a lilac

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    The crowd in the misty rain raised their heads and saw the white walls and gray tiles of Wuyi Lane. Every grass and every tree had a simple and deep taste. There were green vegetation climbing the corners of the walls. The red paint on the gate had mottled and peeled off. The bronze ring that has been baptized by the years is shining brightly…

    “Luo Da, Wuyi Lane is here!”

    shouted the host who was a guest tour guide at the front of the team. The fastest update

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    All eyes focused on Luoyang.

    Everyone knows that when we arrive at Wuyi Lane, it means that the works promised by Luoyang are about to come out!

    The audience did not urge, but their faces had unconcealed expectations. The literati did not speak, but just looked at Luoyang, wondering whether Luoyang had already produced works in just one stop. Among them, the difficulty, since It is well known.

    “Luoyang…”

    “Any ideas?”

    Jiang Shan and Yao Zhongjing said softly.

    Luoyang didn’t answer, the phone in his pocket suddenly buzzed and vibrated.

    The corner of Luoyang’s mouth curled into a smile, and he nodded under everyone’s attention: “It’s almost there.” The

    host saw Luoyang nodding and announced a little excitedly: “Nodding, teachers and audiences, it seems that our teacher Luoyang It’s ready, welcome Teacher Luoyang to come to the stage to create for everyone, I wonder what kind of work he will bring us!”

    As Luoyang nodded, Tianxi’s eyes were a little unbelievable: “Ready?”

    One stop only takes ten minutes, and it takes ten minutes to come up with a work that will satisfy everyone. Tianxi asks himself that he can’t do it, so At this moment, he does not understand where Luoyang’s confidence comes from. If the quality is not good, the audience may not buy it.

    Lu Yu’er made a soft gesture of victory.

    Just know that he is fine, nothing can trouble him!

    Luoyang stepped forward, there was a computer behind the host, and at the entrance of the alley, there was a huge electronic screen. In terms of scale, the stage here is definitely not as good as the ancient bridge, but it is natural to let Luoyang create alone. More than enough.

    “I’m a little nervous,” the host said.

    The audience laughed and looked at Luoyang with even more anticipation.

    However, to the surprise of the audience, Luoyang did not go to the computer behind the host, but folded in front of a deep alley and stopped.

    “Huh?”
“What does
    he want?”
“Why did     n’t he come on
    stage?”

    “Why did you stop at the alley?”

While the audience was discussing, Hua Qi, who had been accompanying the literati team, came to Luoyang with a trot:

    “Boss, the umbrella you want.”

    Luoyang took the umbrella and nodded slightly to Hua Qi.

    Hua Qi understood and trotted in the direction of the computer.

    “This is…”

    “What are you going to do?”

    “Is this little girl writing for Luo Da?”

    “It shouldn’t be, that little girl is Luo Da’s assistant. She went to the input station, it seems that she is going to type for Luo Da… …”

    Everyone vaguely understood the meaning of Luoyang. After the host and Hua Qi whispered a few words, they explained: “Well, as everyone thinks, the Luo Conference will read the poems created later, and Luo Da will be the leader. An assistant is in charge of recording on the big screen…”

    “Sure enough!”

    “I want to read poetry!”

    “Indeed, expressing emotions about things is more artistic, but it seems to be more difficult…”

    Bang!

    The oil-paper umbrella that Luoyang lifted upside down opened to cover the top of his head, and his slightly magnetic voice also rang from under the umbrella:

    Holding the oil-paper umbrella, I wandered alone

    in the long, long

    and lonely rainy lane.

    I hope to
meet
    someone The lilac-like

    girl with sorrow and resentment

    was drizzling at that time, and the vegetation was getting deeper. Luoyang stepped on the bluestone slab that had witnessed the passage of time, and stopped in the middle of the alley. As he tapped the keyboard, Luoyang’s poem also appeared on the big screen:

    “Holding an oil-paper umbrella… a lonely rainy lane… I hope to meet… a girl who is like… a lilac… a girl with a grudge…”

    噔.

    hum.

    hum.

    The sound of high heels stepping on the bluestone slab.

    Following the sound, a girl wearing a white floral cheongsam slowly approached. She had both a slender neck like a swan and a tall and curvy figure. For known reasons, his face was covered with a veil.

    It’s as if my heart skipped a beat!

    Everyone in the audience held their breath subconsciously!

    The girl in the cheongsam came from the other direction of the alley. She lowered her head slightly, said nothing, and was graceful and graceful. Finally, she was parallel to Luoyang. At this time, Luoyang’s voice rang again:

    “She has the same color as lilac. , The fragrance like cloves, the sadness like cloves, sad in the rain, sad and hesitant; she wanders in this lonely rainy alley, holding an oil-paper umbrella, just like me, like me, silently, indifferent, desolate , and melancholy. She silently approached, approached, and cast a breath-like look…” On

    the big screen!

    With Hua Qi’s fingers dancing, Luoyang’s verses appeared line by line, and there were already some literati on the scene showing a shocking look, and the audience was even more dumbfounded and wide-eyed, not saying a word. come out.

    Squeal, squeak.

    The girl in the cheongsam was still stepping on high heels, swaying gracefully.

    The oil-paper umbrella in Luoyang’s hand was slightly lowered. He didn’t look at the masked cheongsam girl. He took another step. The voice spread far and far in this alley:

    she floated

    by like a dream,

    like a dream. confused.
    Like a lilac branch in

    a dream
,     this girl floated by my side;
    she silently went away, far away,
    to the crumbling fence, and
    walked through the rainy alley.
    …
    Finally, Luoyang and the cheongsam girl passed by. The two didn’t communicate, didn’t move, didn’t even look at each other’s eyes, they just passed by like this, but Luoyang’s chanting did not stop because of this, but spread. Farther away:
    holding an oil-paper umbrella, wandering alone
    in the long, long
    and lonely rainy alley,
    I hope to drift
    by a girl
    who is like a lilac
with sorrow and resentment     …
    From the alley to the end.
    Luoyang stopped, put down the oil-paper umbrella, and let the falling rain fall to the ends of his shoulders and hair again.

    That lilac-like girl has disappeared in the alley, as if what everyone saw just now was just a dream that happened in a magical night. When you wake up, you can’t remember it.

    But on the big screen, a song “Rain Alley” that has been created is clearly written there: “Holding an oil-paper umbrella, I wander alone in the long, long and lonely rain alley, I hope to meet, a Like cloves, a girl with resentment, she has the same color as cloves, the same fragrance as cloves…” The

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