Chapter 52 A Folk Song Shocked Everyone!

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The game starts soon.

One after another, some students walked up to perform their talents, some sang love songs, some bel canto, and some played various musical instruments.

Zhang Wei also went up and sang a love song affectionately, the most painful thing for Jiang Siming, this B sang his own song, "Walking Horse".

Although it is not far from his level, it is compared to him.

Compared with other students in the college, he is still not bad.

The last person to go up was Jiang Lan.

Jiang Siming did not expect that this girl, who looks fashionable and graceful, is actually performing the guzheng.

And he played very well, and received unanimous applause from his classmates and teachers.

The students have all finished their performances, and the teachers are preparing to select the top three.

Zhang Wei, however, stood up, pointed his eyes at Jiang Siming, and said with a smile, "We still have one person who hasn't come out to perform, my friend, please?"

Jiang Siming was indifferent, and even looked at him playfully with Erlang's legs crossed.

He understood that Zhang Wei was just digging a hole for him.

"He's my boyfriend, not a student of the music department." Jiang Lan stood up in a 'protective manner'.

Zhang Weipi didn't smile, and said "reasonably": "Because it's your boyfriend, that's half of the music school. Since we're here, we have to do whatever we want, and we're not in a dilemma. He, let's have a good time, it doesn't matter how he sings, everyone is saying, right?"

"Yeah, if you dare to take away our school's school flower, don't you have the courage to sing a song on stage?"

"Zhang Shao is right, everyone is out to play, so don't do anything special."

"Just sing a song, and he didn't let him do anything. The teachers are watching, don't worry."

Many students agree and agree with Zhang Wei's words, not only because of their good relationship with Zhang Wei, but also some boys who are also jealous of Jiang Siming's ability to hold a beautiful woman, and they don't mind taking this opportunity to get down.

Jiang Lan was at a loss for words and didn't know what to say.

Unexpectedly, Jiang Siming walked out from behind her and strode toward the center of the beach.

I originally wanted to be vulgar and not play in groups, but I couldn't stand someone rushing over to give it away.

When it comes to the face at hand, if you don't hit them, you will still feel that you are afraid of them.

He picked up a guitar from among the many instruments, made a simple adjustment, and stood in front of the microphone.

"This kid can still play the guitar?" Zhang Wei's eyebrows twitched, a feeling he couldn't tell.

Only Zhang Wei and the others had seen Jiang Siming before, but now Jiang Siming was standing in the center of the audience.

The students of the whole grade saw Jiang Siming clearly.

This time the girls worked hard, screaming together, blushing and beating.

He even spontaneously cheered for Jiang Siming and became Jiang Siming's temporary support group.

"Let you chatter for a while longer, you will be laughed at after you start singing!" Zhang Wei thought to himself.

He didn't think that Jiang Siming would sing well, even in the eyes of passers-by, he sang well.

But they are students and teachers of the Conservatory of Music. Ordinary people don't think so much in their ears.

That belongs to Guan Gong playing a big sword in front of him, and Lu Bu playing a halberd in front of him.

At that time, just a few words of ridicule will make Jiang Siming feel ashamed!

Although he couldn't do any substantial harm to Jiang Siming, being ridiculed and humiliated by so many people was enough for him to drink a pot.

Suddenly.

The sound of the guitar sounded on the quiet and silent beach.

It is completely different from the hustle and bustle of the guitar students who have performed on the stage before, playing with all kinds of difficult guitar scores.

Jiang Siming played like a small boat passing quietly in the dark night, with only the sound of the oars and the sound of clear water.

Many students in the music department searched for the memory of this score in their minds, but found that they could not find it at all, as if they had never heard it before.

"The village of the north

lived a southern girl

she always wears a dress with flowers

standing by the road

 …”

Jiang Siming's voice suddenly sang, and a simple folk song broke into the ears of everyone present.

With a low and deliberately hoarse voice, people can't help but think that the young man in front of him has experienced many storms.

From his singing, I would love to explore his story.

"Southern Town

The rainy winter is not as cold as the north

She doesn't need a bloated padded coat

to cover her watery face

..."

The scene was extraordinarily quiet, with only Jiang Siming's singing.

In addition to the guitar strings, there is only the background music of the waves hitting the beach.

The three teachers turned their heads sharply, as if trying to recall the source of the song.

"Have you heard this song?"

"No, shouldn't this guy write it himself?"

"That's really a talent, and his singing skills are amazing. Isn't this a student of the Conservatory of Music in Kyoto?"

The three teachers exchanged very quietly for a while, and then continued to listen to Jiang Siming's singing.

"Southern girl

Are you used to the cool autumn in the north?

Southern aunt

mother

Do you like the straightforwardness of northerners?

..."

With the chorus part, all the students on the beach couldn't help but fall in love with the song.

Most of the conservatory students don't really like pop songs, they prefer niche folk songs.

Jiang Lan stood on the opposite side and listened to the song as quietly as everyone else.

It's just that she looked at the man in front of her with the kind of admiration of a little girl in her eyes, which was clearly visible without words.

Until the whole song is sung, everyone still remembers it.

When they reacted, Jiang Siming had put down his guitar and returned to Jiang Lan.

"Young man, which conservatory did you graduate from? Which class did you graduate from?" A teacher hurried over and asked kindly.

"I haven't been to a conservatory, I just sing and play." Jiang Siming took out a cigarette, lit it, and smoked in front of the teacher as if nothing had happened.

The squinting look with the cigarette holder in his mouth fascinated a large group of female students.

Even if some people are handsome, their smoking behavior is not good-looking. This thing seems to be an innate talent.

You need to form a relationship between the owner and the props with cigarettes. Cigarettes are props that can embellish your temperament, not a stupid old smoker who just keeps smoking.

The gap between the two is one heaven and one underground.

For details, please refer to the appearance and temperament of Leslie Cheung and Takeshi Kaneshiro when they smoked.

The teacher didn't mind at all, but laughed in surprise.

"Young man, your musical talent is very strong, and what you just sang was a ballad, right? Did you write it yourself?"

"It's nothing to write nonsense." Jiang Siming replied in a random manner.

"Then are you interested in coming to our Conservatory of Music? I can guarantee you that with your musical talent, plus I'll find a music company for you to package it for you, you will become a well-known folk singer in the next few years."

"I'm not interested, let's go." Jiang Siming took Jiang Lan's hand and turned his head away.

"Hey boy, you are the first, you have a gift!"

"I don't care about that."

After finishing speaking, Jiang Siming had brought Jiang Lan into the car, and when the engine rang, the shadow of the car disappeared from everyone's sight.

"It's a pity, it's a pity such a good seedling."

The teacher is still mourning...

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