The Untouchable Moonlight

The overall layout is that of a lecture theater, with a performance area vacant at the bottom.

  The first two rows of seats were reserved for professors and college leaders, and behind them was the auditorium. Zhou Wang followed Jiang Mo and Wang Ying into the classroom, silently blending into the crowd, intending to experience his senior sister's piano on the spot. Literacy.

  It's all thanks to the "Piano Skills Book" revealed on the senior sister's body, otherwise Zhou Wang could only play folk guitar before and wouldn't be qualified to appreciate such an elegant thing...

  "That's the legendary Jiang Mo. "Senior?"

  "I've always heard you say how beautiful I am, and I thought you were just bragging. Damn it, this temperament is amazing... She really sounds like a modern version of 'Little Dragon Girl'!"

  "Nonsense, otherwise the dean of the department can personally recommend me to apply for a solo performance at the National Day Gala... This is a job that earns face for our college. Playing the piano well is of no use. If you can get into our graduate school at Yangyin University, How many of them are inferior?"

  "That's right!"

  Zhou Wang was already convinced after listening to the discussions of several boys next to him who were probably undergraduates at the Huaxia Conservatory of Music.

  As expected, many people here came for Jiang Mo.

  But it's not surprising. Unlike the dance school and the film school, the music school does not have so many handsome men and beautiful women. With Jiang Mo's appearance, he has been enrolled for more than half a month, and it is almost inevitable that it will attract a certain amount of attention.

  Especially the airy aura she has now, even Zhou Wang himself is greedy to see it, let alone other boys who generally have never eaten Xinhuang.

  Zhou Wang thought thoughtfully, and today's trip was quite worthwhile. I guess the situation of the seniors at Qingmei is similar, and they may be more popular. After all, the higher the education level, the higher the degree of glasses, and the more fashion-conscious The less attention is paid to perception and appearance, the lower the chance of beautiful women appearing.

  This is not to say that high knowledge and beauty will definitely conflict, but there are still very few cases of coexistence. On the contrary, in those vocational colleges, there are more showy girls...

  After waiting for a while in the noise, as the hour hand pointed to eight in the morning. At half past o'clock, professors and department leaders also arrived one after another. At this time, a professor with glasses and a very cultured temperament stood in front and began to preside over today's election campaign.

  "Students, I won't emphasize the significance of this celebration anymore. Everyone knows it. I still hope that everyone can perform exceptionally today and show your best..."

  Professor Balabala said a lot, letting Zhou What I am more satisfied with is that, after all, it is a college engaged in art. Although there are still some established procedures, the overall process is relatively simple. Soon, under the auspices of the professor, the students who passed the preliminary selection began to perform on the stage.

  The people on stage in front of them were all undergraduates, and the variety of the program was richer than Zhou Wang had imagined, including vocal music, orchestral music, and a musical opera that incorporated dance.

  To be honest, Zhou Wang was quite surprised, because from what he could see, the standards of these students were really very high. At least if they were taken outside, they would be of a level that could be used as the finale or the opening of any party. .

  But considering that this is a college that symbolizes the highest level of education in Chinese music, it is not surprising that those who can enter here are the elites selected from a million.

  After the undergraduate program ended, it was the turn of graduate students and doctoral students. , the first program is a chorus with many people.

  During the chorus performance, Jiang Mo's friend Wang Ying was standing in the C position. Her temperament was more outgoing than Jiang Mo, and she seemed to be quite popular in the school. There were a lot of boos when she went on stage. She responded with a smile one by one.

  The song that a dozen of their graduate students sang together was "As You Wish". It was a very fashionable choice and fit the theme of the National Day. After the arrangement, Zhou Wang nodded frequently.

  Because of the difficulty, this is not a song suitable for chorus, but this group of professional singers sang it with a "flawless" feeling, especially the short section sung a cappella by Wang Ying, which felt better than the original singer. The tone is even higher, but Wang Ying controls it easily.

  At the same time Zhou Wang also became more curious.

  Zhou Wang already knew because he had just listened to the discussion by the people next to him. Among so many programs, only two will be selected for submission. In other words, the competition is very fierce. But Wang Ying said again that Jiang Mo has a high hope of being selected. And it's a solo...

  So, what magic power does my senior have that can make her solo stand out from so many high-level performances?

  When Wang Ying and other graduate students came on stage, Jiang Mo had already gone to the temporary backstage lounge next to the classroom to prepare. This meant that the next program should be hers, and Zhou Wang waited silently.

  Sure enough, as the chorus program ended, the professor sitting in the front row stood up with the program list and said loudly: "The next program is a piano solo by Jiang Mo, a 24-year graduate student in the Department of Piano Performance..."

  Professor Before he could even finish his words, there was a burst of applause and applause in the classroom, drowning out the professor's voice, so the professor turned back and glared.

  However, there were too many boys making noises, and his death gaze was not intimidating. Seeing this, the professor could only shake his head helplessly, and sat back again.

  At this time, the hustle and bustle in the classroom suddenly subsided a lot. Zhou Wang, who seemed to be feeling something, then looked up and saw Jiang Mo, who had changed his clothes on the stairs from the other side of the performance area, holding up the hem of her skirt and walking slowly. Stepping onto the stage...

  She wore a double-layered tulle white dress and slightly curly long hair shawl. She rarely decorated herself. She rarely wore a small pearl earring on her ear, which seemed to make her feel more connected and cool. In addition, there is something ethereal about it.

  How could she be so beautiful...

  Like other ordinary people in the classroom, Zhou Wang could not move his eyes for a moment. He just looked at her and walked little by little to the piano in the center of the stage. After bowing according to etiquette, he held up his long skirt. Sit down in front of the piano.

  It was only at this moment that there seemed to be a loud exhalation sound in the classroom... It turned out that just now, many people had already held their breath unconsciously.

  Then, Jiang Mo's hands hovered above the keys, but at this time, she stopped.

  Jiang Mo didn't know what she thought of, and her eyes became erratic. Amidst everyone's doubtful eyes, she suddenly started to hesitate and made no next move...

  "Momo... Hey, Jiang Mo, what are you doing?" La!"

  Wang Ying, who was standing in the front, tried to lower her voice and shouted a little urgently, because she noticed that some professors had begun to frown.

  Jiang Mo looked back when he heard the shout. In a daze, Jiang Mo seemed to see a familiar face. She unconsciously showed a little smile. It was this smile that stunned Wang Ying, who was more familiar with her. one time.

  Because that was a smile she had never seen before.

  Soon, Jiang Mo withdrew his gaze and returned to normal from the dazed state.

  Although that glance was just an illusion, it was as if he was here too, which was great...

  With this mentality in mind, Jiang Mo finally lowered his white and slender fingers.

  Ding dong dong...

  As the beautiful piano sound began to flow in the lecture theater, the classroom became completely quiet. Even some professors closed their eyes slightly and began to enjoy the auditory feast brought by pure music.

  But in fact, for many people, this is not just an auditory enjoyment. Even if all sounds are eliminated, just sitting in front of the piano, she seems to have accidentally fallen into the earthly world, already beautiful and picturesque.

  It was at this moment that Zhou Wang realized that maybe all the piano students present could play at the same level as Jiang Mo, but there was only one who could conquer most of the audience just by his temperament like Jiang Mo.

  Just her.

  This is a performance and a bloom that is unique to her.  

  Jiang Mo was immersed in playing the piano, and his cool and fairy-like temperament was also maximized. She is in this classroom, but she is also shining alone on the untouchable moon.

  (Jiang Mo's piano performance pictures—the actual pictures of the senior sister are very, very hard to find, so I can only make do with this cartoon-like hand-drawn drawing)

  Zhou Wang just stared at it blankly for a while, and then quietly tore it off. She took off her windbreaker, walked a few steps forward, came to the girl with a single ponytail, and asked softly:

  "Excuse me, what song is this?"

  Wang Ying glanced at Zhou Wang next to her inexplicably... ...When did such a handsome guy appear next to her? She didn't notice it at all.

  And for some reason, Zhou Wang always looked familiar to her, but she couldn't remember where she had seen him before.

  With this thought in mind, Wang Ying still subconsciously answered: "It's a mix of some Chinese-style songs, "Floating Light", "Chi Ling", "Ten Years of Humanity" and so on..."

  (Short video search for "Floating Light " "Light Piano")

  It is clear to Zhou that this piece of music is not difficult to perform, but the style will be in line with the tone of the National Day party.

  He said nothing and just continued to stare at Jiang Mo, immersed in the other person's playing.

  Wang Ying next to her looked at Zhou Wang's soft eyes and slightly raised corners of her mouth, and couldn't help but curl her lips, "Okay," and said that this guy has such a good temperament that he is very similar to her. It turns out that he is another Momo's licking dog...

  But Wang Ying was no longer surprised.

  If she were a boy, she wouldn't be able to resist such a perfect girl.

  Unfortunately, they probably don't know that Jiang Mo actually already has a boyfriend... Oh, no, he might even be married.

  "Hey, Momo, I don't know what kind of boy can be worthy of you. Wu Yanzu feels a little embarrassed, hahaha..."

  It was an ordinary noon, and Wang Yan was sitting opposite Jiang Mo. Ying clenched her chin, looking at Jiang Mo who was reading quietly in the dancing light and shadow of the library, and couldn't help but sigh.

  "Huh?"

  Jiang Mo raised his head in confusion, and then whispered: "I have a husband."

  "Huh?!"

  If she wasn't very familiar with Jiang Mo and knew that she had no sense of humor and never joked, Wang Ying would have simply been... Can't believe this fact.

  Especially Jiang Mo's word was not "boyfriend", but "husband".

  Jiang Mo didn't respond to Wang Ying's questioning. Seeing that she didn't want to talk in depth, Wang Ying could only suppress her desire for gossip, but she couldn't help but be confused.

  Because she was with Jiang Mo almost every day, but... there was never any boy around Jiang Mo.

  No...even if it's a long-distance relationship, it's impossible not to come to her for so long, right?

  How thoughtful this man is!

  Leave such a beautiful girlfriend or wife alone and let her live her own life?

  Well, considering Jiang Mo's character, it seems quite reassuring, but unless a hot man is as busy as the president of the beautiful country, he can't completely ignore such a woman, right?

  In short, Wang Ying couldn't figure it out.

  Or maybe Jiang Mo didn't want to be harassed, so he pretended that he was not single, but that didn't make sense, because Wang Ying felt that besides herself, there was no other person in this huge academy who could let her answer such a question.

  She has the kind of character that can't even say "um" to people she doesn't know well. She doesn't mean to be cold and cold, it seems that she doesn't care about the so-called worldliness.

  Anyway, for Wang Ying, who grew up in Jinmen, she couldn't imagine how such a character could survive in reality.

  This makes Wang Ying even more curious about hot men. What kind of "novel hero" can pursue such a girl?

  ...Boom!

  In the midst of Wang Ying's random thoughts, Jiang Mo pressed the last note of the piano music.

  When the aftertaste dissipated and the classroom was briefly quiet for a few seconds, the dean who was present took the lead and started with sparse applause. Soon, the applause became enthusiastic and resounded throughout the classroom.

  At this time, Jiang Mo stood up with the hem of her skirt and bowed slightly to thank the audience.

  "Momo, so beautiful!"

  After Wang Ying took a photo of Jiang Mo, she also put her hands to her mouth and screamed.

  Jiang Mo looked up, her expression as calm as ever, but when she saw the young man standing next to Wang Ying, she was stunned.

  Her expression instantly froze and her eyes lost focus.

  Then she blinked her eyes, then blinked again...

  She tried so hard to flap her eyelashes, but in the end she still couldn't resist. The emotional dam collapsed in an instant, and the physiological tears still poured out, and she was instantly overwhelmed. Her vision became blurry.

  She quickly raised her hand to wipe it, and then everything became clear again.

  Yes, she saw it right, and it didn't seem to be an illusion...

  He was really standing there, looking at her with a smile.

  Jiang Mo pursed her lips and wanted to move forward eagerly, but probably because she was not used to wearing high heels, she stumbled. At this time, Zhou Wang saw what she was thinking and raised his hand to signal her not to rush.

  "I'm right here. I won't run. Slow down."

  Zhou Wang gestured to convey his meaning.

  So Jiang Mo took a deep breath, carefully lifted the hem of her skirt and walked off the stage. Ignoring the professor who came over to say something to her, she went straight to Zhou Wang.

  Staring at Zhou Wang, her eyes became dim again, and she subconsciously said: "Master..."

  Damn it!

  Zhou Wang had quick eyes and quick hands and quickly stepped forward to cover her mouth.

  Senior sister, we can't shout randomly at this time!