I don't want to live again

Chapter 53 053 You Should Let Go of Your Youth

"Could it be, one day, time can really go backwards, back to yours and mine, the long years that can't go back, maybe, one day, the world really has an end...

That piece of blue sky, that year of graduation, that picture, crying and laughing at the same time... When the memories, breaking through the exam papers, breaking through the years, in front of my eyes, you and I, sweating, drinking soda, on the side of the playground..."

This is a very burning song, full of youth and dreams.

Song Qingcheng sang very quietly, with a soft voice, and there was silence below, but at the end of the song, countless girls below raised their right hands and swung them back and forth.

Under the sun, the snow-white arms waved, and the slender fingers were so gorgeous, not under the light sticks.

Shen Danchen's eyes were in a trance for a moment, and he also raised his hand, and swayed along with him.

In the background, Xie Shiding was leaning there, watching his back secretly, with the corners of his mouth hooked, there was always a feeling of radiance, and she liked it very much.

After singing, cheers erupted from the audience, one after another, many girls screamed.

"One more song!" "One more song!"

The voice was undulating, neat and unified.

Behind the stage, Guan Changjun's face was not good-looking, youth is like this, he didn't have any grudges with Song Qingcheng, it's just that the publicity of adolescence made him always want to be the most shining person.

In other words, he didn't want to be upstaged by Song Qingcheng.

Song Qingcheng bowed to the audience, and calmly said: "I won't sing anymore, I'm already at the end of my talents, I don't have any more songs, don't you believe me..."

"I don't believe it!" "I don't believe it!" "The last song!"

The girls screamed, and Song Qingcheng smiled: "Well, you don't have to believe it, but there is also Donghai Normal University's program. I don't want to steal the limelight from others, and my classmates from other schools will not be happy."

"Happy! All the students of Donghai Normal University are happy to sing one more song!"

There was a burst of cheers below, Song Qingcheng took a deep breath, turned to look at Shen Danchen, he really didn't want to sing anymore, at this time, the counselor had to step in.

Shen Danchen waved his small fist at him, but didn't seem to understand what he meant.

A woman ran up from one side, very mature, about 1.7 meters [-], wearing a long white skirt, with stockings wrapped around her legs, she looked nearly [-] years old, but she had a very good figure and a different kind of beauty.

Song Qingcheng praised in his heart, this is even better than Wanwan's figure, it is really beautiful.

After taking the stage, she stood beside Song Qingcheng, her body was fragrant, her long hair was coiled on top of her head, revealing her slender neck.

"Student Qingcheng, I am Bai Qiuyue from the Employment Guidance Office of Donghai Normal University. On behalf of our Normal University, I would like to ask you to sing another song, okay?" The woman smiled slightly.

Song Qingcheng took a deep breath, this woman is a bit of a monster, but fortunately he has experienced big wind and waves, so he nodded calmly.

"Okay, I'll sing another song, but I didn't prepare in advance, so I have to think about it, but it's settled, I'm a college student, and my main job is to learn computer knowledge, not a singer."

Song Qingcheng raised his eyebrows. No matter what, the employment guidance office has great power in the university. Such a person cannot be offended. Although Bai Qiuyue is not from Donghai University, he still has to respect him and must give her face.

Bai Qiuyue twisted her body and walked down, the ups and downs of her back were really... as if the full moon had fallen into the lake, causing ripples.

Wrinkled, it complements the beauty of the full moon.

"The sky on the roof is ours, and the sunset after school will also be ours. I won't make any more concessions. Sing a song that belongs to us, so that our wounds will slowly heal...

I just remember this song of laughing and forgetting. That year the sky was high, the wind was clear, and I was happy from head to toe. I made an appointment with you to sing this song of laughing and forgetting again. I only wish to be ordinary and happy in this life. Who says it's not great..."

Song Qingcheng talked about the guitar, but his mind was far away. He learned so many songs back then, just for women. At a young age, he always wanted to prove himself.

Until he was in his 30s, the thing that changed the most was the change from the guitar to the piano, and his way of picking up girls was just more advanced, but he remained the same person, and he had a lot of ideas.

Looking at the many young faces below, the outstretched arms of the girls are slender and white, fat or thin.

He didn't know why he didn't have so many thoughts when he was a student. When his eyes fell on Fala Chen, he smiled slightly.

Maybe it was because of her, but was it really because of her?
He didn't know either. In short, thinking about it now, he was really young and ignorant. He was never frivolous in the past, so now, it's okay to become frivolous.

Youth is to let go.

When he put down the guitar, he raised his hand and let out a long breath. The bowls belonged to him, Tian'er belonged to him, and Wang Yuyan belonged to him, so it didn't seem to be a big deal.

Come back to life again, no matter what constraints he has.

Turning around and walking towards the audience without looking back, Song Qingcheng felt that he really let go.

Then let it go.

Returning to his seat and sitting down, he let out a sigh of relief. Wei Mingcan was speechless when he looked at him. Shen Danchen handed him a piece of paper and said softly, "Another original song?"

"How does Teacher Shen know?" Song Qingcheng asked while wiping the sweat from his forehead.

Shen Danchen raised his eyebrows: "It's impossible for such a nice song to be a small audience, so I've never heard it before, so it can only be created by you."

"Mr. Shen, I asked you to help me just now. As a counselor, you always have to help your students, right?"

Song Qingcheng said softly, Shen Danchen looked at him, his beautiful eyes opened: "When did you ask me to help you?"

"I asked you for help with my eyes just now!" Song Qingcheng glanced at her, her expression was a little exaggerated.

Shen Danchen was startled: "Are you asking me for help? I thought you were showing off to me, but I think you are qualified to show off, so I cheered you up with my fists."

"Mr. Shen, is it really appropriate for you to do this?" Song Qingcheng sighed.

Shen Danchen smiled: "I just misunderstood, there is no other meaning, but you, why do you have to hide your talent?"

"Actually, I really don't have any talent." Song Qingcheng shook his head, the copied songs were not considered talent.

Shen Danchen reached out and patted his arm, and snorted: "Just pretend."

This expression was a little vivid, Song Qingcheng smiled and stopped talking.

On the stage, Donghai Normal University's performance started. Song Qingcheng got up and left, walked all the way to the bathroom, and washed his face after running the water.

The water was a little cold, and he finally felt more comfortable, but the T-shirt on his body was already soaked, and it was still too hot outside.

After leaving the bathroom, several girls came over, one of them excitedly said: "Song Qingcheng, I want your mobile phone number."

"Sorry, I have a girlfriend." Song Qingcheng waved his hand, turned and left.

The girls chased after him, and he ran all the way back to the playground and sat on the seat.

Shen Danchen was startled, turned her head to take a look, and saw a few girls looking unhappy in the distance, she smiled, but didn't make fun of him again.

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