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The crowd raised their heads in the misty rain, and saw the white walls and gray tiles of Wuyi Lane. Every blade of grass and tree exuded an ancient and profound flavor. There were green plants climbing up the corners of the wall. The red paint on the gate had been mottled and peeled off. A pair of copper rings that had been baptized by the years were shiny and bright...

"Luo Da, we have arrived at Wuyi Lane!"

The host who was acting as a tour guide at the front of the team shouted.

Swish!

All eyes were focused on Luoyang.

Everyone knew that arriving at Wuyi Lane meant that Luoyang's promised work would be brought out!

The audience did not urge him, but their faces were filled with unconcealed expectations. The literati did not speak, but just looked at Luoyang. They did not know whether Luoyang had any outstanding works in just one stop. The difficulty of this was known to everyone.

"Luoyang..."

"Any ideas?"

Jiangshan and Yao Chongjing spoke softly.

Luoyang did not answer, and the mobile phone in his pocket suddenly vibrated.

Luoyang raised a smile and nodded under everyone's gaze: "Almost done."

The host saw Luoyang nod and announced with a little excitement: "Nod, teachers, audience, it seems that our teacher Luoyang is ready, welcome Luoyang to come on stage to create for everyone, I wonder what kind of work he will bring us!"

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As Luoyang nodded, Tianxi looked a little unbelievable: "Ready?"

One station lasts only ten minutes, and it is impossible for Tianxi to conceive a work that satisfies everyone in ten minutes, so at this moment, he doesn't understand where Luoyang's confidence comes from. If the quality is not good, the audience may not buy it.

Lu Yuer gently made a victory gesture.

I know he has no problem, nothing can be difficult for him!

Luoyang stepped forward. There was a computer behind the host, and at the entrance of the alley, there was a huge electronic screen. In terms of scale, the stage here is definitely not as large as the ancient bridge, but it is more than enough for Luoyang to create alone.

"I'm a little nervous." said the host.

The audience laughed and looked at Luoyang with more expectation.

However, to everyone's surprise, Luoyang did not walk towards the computer behind the host, but turned around and stopped in front of a deep alley.

"Huh?"

"What does he want to do?"

"Why not go on stage?"

"Why did you stop at the alley?"

The literati looked at each other, and the audience also discussed quietly. Everyone didn't understand what Luoyang was up to. Just as the audience was discussing, Hua Qi, who had been following the literati team, came to Luoyang at a trot:

"Boss, the umbrella you wanted."

Luoyang took the umbrella and nodded gently to Hua Qi.

Hua Qi understood and trotted towards the computer again.

"This is..."

"What are you going to do?"

"Is this little girl writing for Luo Da?"

"Probably not. That little girl is Luo Da's assistant. She went to the input desk and it seems that she is going to type for Luo Da..."

Everyone vaguely understood what Luo Yang meant. After the host and Hua Qi exchanged a few words in a low voice, they explained: "Well, just as everyone thought, Luo Da will read out the poem he created later, and Luo Da's assistant will be responsible for recording it on the big screen..."

"Sure enough!"

"It's to read a poem!"

"Indeed, expressing emotions about objects is more meaningful, but it seems to be more difficult..."

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Bang!

Luoyang opened the oil-paper umbrella he held upside down to cover his head, and his slightly magnetic voice also rang out from under the umbrella:

Holding an oil-paper umbrella, I wander alone

in the long, long

and lonely rain alley

I hope to meet

a girl who is like a lilac

and full of sorrow

At that time, the rain was drizzling, and the grass and trees were getting darker. Luoyang walked on the bluestone slab that had witnessed the passage of time and stopped in the middle of the alley. As he recited, Hua Qi's fingers tapped the keyboard flexibly, and Luoyang's poem also appeared on the big screen:

"Holding an oil-paper umbrella... lonely rain alley... I hope to meet... a girl who is like a lilac...and full of sorrow..."

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Click.

Click.

Click.

The sound of high heels stepping on bluestone slabs.

Following the sound, a girl in a white cheongsam with floral patterns slowly approached. She had a swan-like neck and a tall and curvy figure. The only regret was that for some unknown reason, the girl had a layer of gauze covering her face.

It was as if the heartbeat had missed a beat!

This... girl from where?

Everyone in the audience subconsciously held their breath!

The girl in the cheongsam came from the other side of the alley. She lowered her head slightly, said nothing, and was graceful. Finally, she was parallel to Luoyang. At this time, Luoyang's voice rang again:

"She has the color of lilac, the fragrance of lilac, and the sadness of lilac. She was sad and hesitant in the rain; she was hesitant in this lonely rain alley, holding an oil-paper umbrella, like me, like me, silently walking, indifferent, desolate, and melancholy. She approached silently, approached, and cast a sighing look..."

On the big screen!

As Hua Qi's fingers danced, the verses recited by Luoyang emerged line by line in sequence. Some of the literati at the scene had already revealed expressions of shock, and the audience stared blankly with their eyes wide open, unable to utter a word.

Knock, knock.

The girl in the cheongsam is still stepping on high heels, swaying gracefully.

The oil-paper umbrella in Luoyang's hand was slightly lowered. He did not look at the masked cheongsam girl and started walking again. His voice spread far and wide in the alley:

she floated by

like a dream,

As sad and confused as a dream.

like floating in a dream

A sprig of lilac,

This girl floated beside me;

She was far away silently, far away,

Arriving at the crumbling fence,

Walk through this rainy alley.

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Finally, Luoyang and the cheongsam girl passed each other. They passed each other without communication, movement, or even looking at each other. However, Luoyang's chant did not stop because of this, but spread further. Got:

Holding an oil-paper umbrella, alone

Wandering in the long, long

And the lonely rain alley,

I hope to pass

like a lilac

A sad girl

…

Walk from the beginning of the alley to the end of the alley.

Luoyang stopped, put down the oil-paper umbrella, and let the falling rain fall on his shoulders and hair again.

The lilac-like girl has disappeared without a trace in the alley, as if what everyone just saw was just a dream that happened in a magical night. When you wake up, you can't remember it clearly.

But on the big screen, the completed song "Rain Alley" was clearly written there:

Holding an oil-paper umbrella, alone

Wandering in the long, long

A lonely rainy alley

I hope to meet

Like a lilac

A girl with sorrow and resentment...