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The moment when Lu Wei's ten fingers fell heavily on the Roland effect instrument, the powerful heavy metal string music, accompanied by the low and shocking drum sound, suddenly rang out with a tragic momentum of moving forward, and the blood was buzzing. Then, Lu Wei's bright and strong penetrating high notes also rang out through the speaker, with a wanton tragic and unrestrained feeling, sounded in everyone's ears:

If you want to stay but not, you are the loneliest!

Before I finished speaking, I was gentle, only Li Ge was left!

A second before my heart was broken, I hugged each other hard and remained silent!

I send you my heart to the song of sadness!

The classic work of Xin Orchestra----"League Song"!

After a heart-wrenching chorus, Lu Wei's voice began to become tired and hoarse, and the Roland effect played a dark and sad piano tone, and the minor chords were like step away from each other step, stepping into the hearts of everyone.

At first I only believed that greatness was love

In the end, I couldn't see clearly that the strong one was fate

The song like a telling song, with an unspeakable sorrow, hits everyone's hearts. When I heard such a song, people only felt that every word was so in line with their current state of mind, like an invisible hand, holding the softest part in my heart, and tears were pouring in silence.

A song of Li, and many tears of people. When Lu Wei left the piano keys with both hands, the entire classroom was filled with a sad atmosphere.

"Okay, Lu Wei, I just sang a song, and now I'm going to have another song. Really, Wang Hongliang took the microphone and said a few words to Lu Wei with a smile. But he felt that there was no more words, so he had to change the subject and asked: "Lu Wei, what's the name of this song? Why haven't I heard it? It's your new one again."

Hearing Wang Hongliang's words, everyone in the classroom also showed curiosity and expectation on their faces. Lu Wei's ability to "write songs" is obvious to all.

"I just wrote two days ago, and the song is called "Li Ge"." Lu Wei said with a smile.

"Li Ge, everyone bowed their heads and repeated the names of the songs a few lines, and couldn't help feeling a little sorry for them.

"Okay. Squad Leader Wang, my mission is completed. Let's continue having fun." Lu Wei said, put down the microphone and walked off the stage, and returned to Xiaoling's side.

Although many classmates still looked unsatisfied on their faces, Lu Wei's singing was so nice. But if Lu Wei, who had already sung two songs, would probably be his own concert before graduation.

The party continued, and the sadness that Lu Wei's song "Leave Song" just now brought to everyone was soon diluted by funny small shows.

However, although Lu Wei no longer had to stand in front and sing, he was not idle either.

"Junior brother, sign a name for senior sister. I heard that you will be abroad in a while. It will be difficult to catch you, a big star." A girl from the master's class handed over a graduation memorial book.

"Okay. No problem." Lu Wei took the memorial book and then picked up a signing pen on the table in front of him. There are many such pens on the table, all colors, and the words written are all shiny, but the ink is very fast, which is the pen that everyone likes to use when leaving messages on the graduation memorial book.

A few strokes, a very artistic signature is vividly displayed on paper. Lu Weidi's calligraphy level is not low, and the ability of inheritance from Tang Bohu's soul is not overwhelming. After someone often signs his own signature, Lu Wei redesigns his signature, making his signature look more free and beautiful. With just a few strokes, he gives people a feeling of silver hooks and iron strokes. The smooth lines are full of dynamic power and beauty.

"Thank you!" The senior sister happily took the memorial book, then looked at it, and couldn't help but exclaim: "Wow, junior brother, your handwriting is so handsome."

It would be fine if I didn't say it, but as soon as this sentence was spoken, it was like reminding everyone. Commemorative albums flew towards Lu Wei, and in a short while it was piled up with a thick stack.

Lu Wei did not expect this situation, but he naturally couldn't refuse this requirement for the senior brothers and sisters who would go their separate ways tomorrow. Fortunately, they only had 50 or 60 volumes together, and at the speed of Lu Wei's signature, it would only take a few minutes to get the matter. As more and more students got back his signature book, the voices of admiration were heard one after another. Master Chang was originally a school with a very strong calligraphy style, otherwise there wouldn't be any exhibition of chalk calligraphy and a window for hard pen calligraphy every day. Although Lu Wei was praised by Pang Zhonghua some time ago, it was all known to everyone, but it was brush calligraphy after all. Seeing that Lu Wei even wrote hard pen calligraphy so beautifully, the senior brothers and sisters were amazed.

However, the first senior sister who remembered her signature with Lu Wei would never have thought that her casual act would bring them even greater surprises in the near future.

Lu Wei shook his a little sore wrist. He just sighed that he had finally finished these memorial books, but then he handed over another one.

Lu Wei grabbed the pen like a conditioned reflex and wanted to sign it, but a white hand was pressed down on the paper.

Lu Wei looked up and saw Ya Jing sitting beside him.

"Hehe, Senior Sister Yajing, this is your memorial book." Lu Wei smiled embarrassedly.

"Hmph, I asked knowingly. I saw you so busy just now, senior sister, I can't bear to bother you. How about it, that's great. But don't think about writing a name casually and fooling me. Write it carefully for me, otherwise I will detain your master!" Ya Jing threatened.

"Ah, no problem." Lu Wei grabbed the pen and was about to write it, but stopped again, and asked with a smile: "Sister Yajing, how do you write well?"

"I think about it myself! But I will tell you, write more, write a piece of paper, and then write neatly." Ya Jing smiled.

"Yeah, I understand." Lu Wei took the memorial book, bit the pen and thought,

After a moment, Lu Wei unscrewed the cap and picked up the pen to write:

The cicada is sad,

To the long pavilion,

The rain has just stopped

Where can I sober up tonight?

Willow shore

Late wind and waning moon.

After many years,

It should be a good time and a good situation.

Even though there are thousands of styles,

Who else can I tell you!

With Lu Wei's last stroke, a song by Liu Yong's "Yu Linling" appeared on the paper. Looking at this elegant running script like a work of art, Ya Jing couldn't help but be stunned. She is also a person who likes hard pen calligraphy very much. However, no matter how hard she practices, no matter how hard she practices, she is only at a medium level. Because of Xiaoling, she has a lot of contact with Lu Wei, but she has never seen Lu Wei write a decent hard pen work in full. Because of this, when seeing this fine running script at this moment, Ya Jing felt like she had obtained a rare treasure. After reading it, she felt that the aura between the lines was erect and erect, and she couldn't let go of it.

However, Ya Jing still doesn't know that this calligraphy was the biggest gain of her three years of Master Chang. In the future, when someone promised to use the money to buy a villa in exchange for this thin piece of paper, she realized the value of Lu Wei's few strokes today. However, as the most precious souvenir, Ya Jing was reluctant to sell it. Of course, these are all later stories.

The quartz clock hand on the classroom wall has pointed to the eleven o'clock position, but the people who were crying and laughing did not seem to end at all. It seemed as if they wanted to use this madness and indulgence to dispel the sadness and depression of parting in their hearts.

"Lu Wei, let's play another song for everyone." After another program ended, Wang Hongliang said to Lu Wei in a corner.

"Okay." Lu Wei naturally would not refuse the requests of his senior brothers and sisters before leaving.

Turning on the switch of the Roland effect, Lu Wei asked Wang Hongliang next to him with a smile: "Squad Leader Wang, what are you playing?"

Before Wang Hongliang could answer, the students below shouted in unison:

"Canon"!

This popular piano piece has now become the most popular song in Changshi Music Building. Almost any student who likes piano will play this song twice. At this moment, the original author of this song is standing in front of everyone, and everyone naturally asked Lu Wei to play it unanimously.

"Okok, no problem!" Lu Wei said with a smile, and then prepared to play.

The lively class suddenly became quiet. Everyone knew that maybe this was my last time listening to Lu Wei performing this classic piano piece live.

Lu Wei's hands sank on the well-touched keys, and then they warmly sounded the main chord in C major with a hint of chanting atmosphere.

"Canon"! As Lu Wei's first piano work, it quickly spread throughout the pop music scene with just one single, and its influence even caught up with Richard Clayderman! After so long, this music has been adapted into countless versions, but the purest one is undoubtedly Lu Wei's own personal performance.

At this moment, Lu Wei's piano level is no longer the same as when he just participated in the Nanshi competition. During the period when he was studying with Kong Xiangdong and Wei Xiaofan, Lu Wei's piano level has developed rapidly, and the piano skills that were originally inherited from Kempff have also been much more integrated with his own skills. It is easy to play this simple piano piece, and it is extremely relaxed.

The sound of the piano is warm and soft, just like the golden sunshine passing through the gaps of the white curtains in the early morning, making people bathe in a peaceful and beautiful state.
Chapter completed!