"I have loved ancient poems since I was a child, like to read and read. I am proud of these ancient poems and admire the ancestors. Although I can't come, I yearn for them."

"This song "About Wine" is my favorite ancient poem chapter. I hope it will be a little bit of inspiration for everyone present, especially those who are about to welcome the college entrance examination."

Fang Chang'an bowed lightly, then took a breath, closed his eyes slightly, feeling the fermentation of alcohol in his body and the emotions surging in his chest, and his fingers plucked the strings before he opened his eyes.

Two "clang" sounds spread through the large space with the most main body of the playground.

There was no interruption, and the more high and intense melody rang out immediately, so that many people subconsciously wanted to speak and discuss when they heard the first sound, but had to stop halfway.

"Sharp--"

The intense and high-pitched guitar melody is unrealistic at the realistic level and is subject to objective and regular restrictions. However, as Fang Chang'an's emotions gradually become more and more popular, many people have been infected before they can speak.

"Your - no see--"

After vigorously and tiring the strings for a few times, Fang Chang'an finally opened his mouth, and then he was drunk, with only three words, but it was the initial release of the emotions he had accumulated. The sound was rough and heavy, without any technical modification. Only pure sound and emotions made people involuntarily follow their bloodlines.

"The water of the Yellow River comes from the sky, flows to the sea and never returns-"

"Don't you see - the mirror in the high hall is sad and grief-the morning is like black hair turning into snow in the evening!"

"You must be happy when you are in a happy life, don't let the golden cup face the moon empty!"

"I was born with a talent that would be useful-"

"There are no more money and come again-"

The sun finally passed through the clouds, avoided the teacher's apartment, shining the light between the gaps on the floor, and enveloped the entire playground with the thick and passionate singing, but no one paid attention to or complained about the sunshine anymore.

The singing was straightforward and rough enough to be unmodified, which made many people even subconsciously wonder whether this could be considered a singing, but they could not concentrate on thinking about this issue, while more people did not pay attention to it at all.

Because the distance is a bit far, the young man who is playing high sings does not look tall. Different audiences stretch their vision and look even smaller because of angles and distances.

However, no matter how skilled the voice is, no matter how blurred it is, the unrestrained feeling comes to the face of the song, which is so clear and intuitive that it almost makes people suspect that this is the Li Taibai, who "laughing to the sky and going out, isn't we a weed man?", was singing happily.
Chapter completed!