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Chen Changsheng received a call from the principal in his office, telling him to pay more attention to the welcoming party. After all, he was the principal of the Chinese Department.

The reason for this hastily held welcoming party was not because School Leader's brain short-circuited, but because there was a hidden secret! Naturally, people at Chen Changsheng's level knew what was going on. That was because an important senior wanted to see his junior brothers and sisters, and because his schedule was very tight, he could only hold the welcoming party ahead of time. He also needed to ensure the quality of the party.

"If this song is sung well, Qin Jianfeng will become even more popular!" Instructor could not help but admire Qin Jianfeng's talent. To be able to write such lyrics, he must be at the level of a top composer.

"Did you write this?" Chen Changsheng said to the two teachers in surprise.

Zhu Keqing and the art Instructor shook their heads and laughed bitterly at the same time, "How could we have such literary talent?

Chen Changsheng: "…!"

"Students? Is he that student in ancient clothes? " Chen Changsheng suddenly thought of the Qin Jianfeng he had brushed past.

The two female teachers looked at each other in shock before nodding their heads, "Yes, that's right, that's him!"

Chen Changsheng nodded his head. "That student's temperament is truly very good!"

"Did you see him?" Zhu Keqing asked.

"En, I passed him on my way in. But from his appearance, it seems that he is a bit depressed!" I think he went out to relax! " Chen Changsheng sighed, then asked, "Hurry up and give this song a melody. Right, do you want to find someone to sing with?"

"This song was written by Qin Jianfeng. I think we should let him sing it!" The art Instructor made a decision.

"Can he? This song is pretty good, you have to sing it well! It's an additional item for our party! " Chen Changsheng also had some. Those who could write songs might not even be able to sing!

Art director: "He sang a song this afternoon. I think it's okay! Your voice is still pretty good! "

"Then hurry up, time waits for no one!" Chen Changsheng waved his hand in anticipation.

Qin Jianfeng's mind was in a mess as he walked out in a daze.

Feng Shuang was transferred away! These five simple words made his heart feel empty.

In his memory, his military career had always been boring. Unending training, unending missions! Every day is trying to transcend the self. It was Feng Shuang who changed her life from black and white to color! The only reason why she could endure through the last few years was because of Feng Shuang's encouragement and support. Thinking of this, Qin Jianfeng recalled the appearance of his first good friend from the opposite sex: a standard figure, a valiant face, short hair, and a sweet smile.

"Let's find a home for our hearts!" Qin Jianfeng touched the willow tree by the river and could not help but mutter to himself.

After the transfer, Qin Jianfeng was no stranger to these two words! With their identity and experience, once the organization decided who to transfer to, it meant that there was almost no possibility of them returning! Feng Shuang was transferred away. In order to protect her, perhaps she would never have the chance to see her again. Perhaps, she could only appear in her dreams.

An advertising officer from the Student Union inadvertently discovered Qin Jianfeng gazing at the river by the river. He could not help but gape at him. He often went out to pick up wind and knew how to capture beautiful scenery. The white clothes of the beautiful man, the green tree, the small bridge, and the flowing water formed an incomparably beautiful scene.

"Bringing my camera out today is the most brilliant thing I've done in my life!" The marketing officer took out his camera excitedly and started to take pictures while trembling.

The phone's ringtone interrupted Qin Jianfeng's grief. The three words, 'Zhu Keqing', on the caller ID instantly caused him to walk out from his sadness.

"How could I forget about this ancestor!" Qin Jianfeng let out a bitter laugh and ran towards the art gallery.

The promotional officer had only taken a few pictures before Qin Jianfeng ran off. This made him very dejected, but he should be able to cut out a few excellent pictures. He was so excited that he immediately rushed back to his dormitory.

"Where did you run off to!?" Zhu Keqing asked when he saw that Qin Jianfeng had finally appeared.

"My mind is in a mess. Let's go out for a walk!" Qin Jianfeng explained.

Zhu Keqing sized him up. How could a heartless person's mind be confused?

"You wrote this song, can you sing it?" The Instructor asked.

"I'll try?" Qin Jianfeng hesitated.

"Alright, don't just stand there. Let's get started!" The Instructor passed a paper with a good score to Qin Jianfeng.

He was relatively familiar with the song he had written after he finished singing it. Although there were some parts that did not go smoothly, there were basically no major problems.

After Liu Yunhai finished listening to the song, his eyes immediately turned red.

"Very good, how about this. Change your program to this song!" Instructor prepared to modify the program.

Liu Yunhai could no longer sit still. He wanted to fight for himself.

"Teacher, isn't the blade of the sword playing the flute? It has already been reported, so it's not appropriate to change it again! " Liu Yunhai reminded.

Zhu Keqing was stunned for a moment before asking, "What do you think?"

Liu Yunhai fearfully looked at Qin Jiefeng for a moment, and then said: "I'm a singing program anyway, I'll sing it! This way, we won't need to change the program's schedule! "

When he said that, Zhu Keqing and the others frowned, Liu Yunhai's actions were simply plagiarizing the fruits of Qin Jianfeng's labour.

"Blade, what do you think?" Zhu Keqing asked Qin Jianfeng for his opinion.

Qin Jianfeng sized up Liu Yunhai. This fellow's eyes were filled with greed, but his face had a selfless expression, as if he was considering the big picture.

If he did not receive the call from his boss, Qin Jianfeng would have given it to Liu Yunhai. But now it was not the same, the organization had to make sure he showed off their abilities, and they had to seize every opportunity to show themselves to Liu Yunhai.

"It's a song I wrote. I should be more suitable to sing it!" Qin Jianfeng said calmly.

With just a short sentence, he had expressed Qin Jianfeng's attitude, which made Liu Yunhai feel extremely awkward.

"Jian Feng, although your singing is quite good, you still haven't received any professional training. Tomorrow night's party is very important. "It's not a matter of emotion. I won't steal your limelight, I just hope …" Liu Yunhai chattered on and on, trying to try again, but Qin Jianfeng had already flashed away.

Zhu Keqing laughed strangely and chased after him. The artistic Instructor patted Liu Yunhai's shoulders and said, "If the sword wants to sing, let it sing. After all, the singing is written by someone else! Do your best and you'll have a chance in the future! "

"Understood, teacher!" Liu Yunhai unwillingly nodded his head, and a look of hatred appeared in his eyes as he looked at Qin Jianfeng.

Qin Jianfeng found a small hall and tried his best to practice the song.

The song, "Farewell!", which was written by Qin Jianfeng, had the subtlety of the lyrics that allowed people to face the most brutal reality, the truest self, and the most helpless parting.

Qin Jianfeng was a very dedicated person. This was a good habit that he had gotten from many years of military service. When he decides to do something well, he will be especially attentive and do it selflessly. This was one of his great strengths.

Singing a song and singing a good song are two completely different concepts.

Chen Changsheng had quietly come together, and after listening to Qin Jianfeng sing it once, he quietly left.

Many students and teachers came to listen, and after they finished listening, they left with various expressions. There was sadness, sorrow, and nostalgia.

When he felt that he could barely sing, Qin Jianfeng stopped practicing. Next to him, Zhu Keqing immediately brought him a cup of warm water.

"Great! "You sang very well!" Zhu Keqing said with red eyes.

"Thank you. Why are you crying?" Qin Jianfeng accepted the cup of water and downed it in one gulp. He realized that Zhu Keqing was crying.

"The lyrics that are so full of emotion and the singers that are so wholehearted, everyone would be touched!" Zhu Keqing rubbed his eyes before chuckling.

Qin Jianfeng nodded nonchalantly. He was just trying his best to do something good.

"Let's take a break!" You've been singing all afternoon! " Seeing that Qin Jianfeng was still reading the lyrics, Zhu Keqing immediately asked with concern.

"It's fine, I need to ferment my emotions again! "See you later … See you later …" Qin Jianfeng was still very focused. With his whole body and soul immersed in the research and exploration of music, the beautiful Zhu Keqing beside him was like the air, completely devoid of any feeling of existence.

Beautiful teacher Zhu Kaiqing tilted her head and looked at him. Under the golden lens, a pair of spirited eyes were filled with curiosity.

A pleasant song could always make a person joyful. After Chen Changsheng had heard Qin Jianfeng's words, it was like he was walking in the clouds.

"I haven't heard such a golden melody in a long time!" Chen Changsheng stood in front of the window of his office, watching the students below as they passed by. He couldn't help but sigh, and his thoughts returned to his student days. At that time, the sky was even bluer, and the grass was even bluer.