"Youth is a song that never gives up, youth is a river that never stops, youth is a book that never tires away, youth is an endless cup of tea that can never be tasted... Youth is a tree that is growing vigorously, being tested by wind and rain, youth is a bud that is about to bloom, and wants to show its own charm to the world, I give everyone a gift of youth with a passionate and unrestrained heart of youth."

In this era of white clothes, in this era of literary youth still praise, and poets and writers are still the most popular and respectful era, Chen Chuan's opening remarks made everyone's heart tremble.

It has been four or five years since Chen Chuan left junior high school. Those young female teachers who had just started working have never seen Chen Chuan, but they have heard of it. At first, when he saw Chen Chuan standing there lazyly, he felt a little careless, and he couldn't help but feel a little disgusted.

But when I heard Chen Chuan recite this poem, the disgust hidden in my heart suddenly disappeared. At this time, Chen Chuan's lazy and careless look was unruly and free and easy no matter how he looked at it, he looked at it. As for the things Chen Chuan did at No. 2 Middle School, it was a few years ago, and Chen Chuan was still young at that time, so who had never done anything ridiculous when he was a child?

Director Liu showed a surprised expression on his face, "Meifang, was this poem written by Chen Chuan?"

Lin Meifang nodded: "Yes!" For her, as long as you haven't heard it, I haven't heard it, it's written by my son.

Director Liu looked at Chen Chuan on the stage and admired him without any concealment. She had heard of Chen Chuan before, and had lamented that Long gave birth to nine sons, Chen Qirong could give birth to excellent children like Chen Lin and Shen He, and even fucking things like Chen Chuan.

Now, her perception of Chen Chuan has undergone a 380-degree change, and she likes her from the inside out.

Chen Chuan held the guitar and got to the microphone the most: "Nothing is more precious than youth, but youth is most likely to disappear in time."

Chen Chuan's hand gently plucked the strings, and the pleasant chords sounded: "The story of time is given to the juniors, teachers and leaders."

"The flowers bloom in spring, the wind in autumn and the sun in winter, the melancholy youth, I once thought so ignorantly, the songs she took away the four seasons, I sang softly in the poems of wind, flowers, snow and moon, I grew up every year, the story of flowing water, she took away the time changed a person, in that sentimental and first-time youth..."

"Fuck!" The guy who recorded it cursed, "This guy is so awesome, I'm convinced!"

Another nodded in agreement: "I really didn't expect that a junior high school art performance would actually have two classic songs. After it was broadcast, it would be hard not to become popular."

Yao Xueyun transformed into a little fan, holding her face in both hands, and looking at Chen Chuan on the stage in admiration. At this time, she had forgotten her identity. She was not a teacher or a student with Chen Chuan, but a true friend and confidant for many years.

Zhou Ailing held her cheeks with her hands, looked at Chen Chuan with a fascination, and chuckled from time to time. I don’t know what she thought of, and whether she had listened to music.

Tang Huining lay in Zhou Ailing's ear and said, "Dear, do you know, I really envy you. This man is so fascinating. If this continues, I will really fall."

"Puchi!" Zhou Ailing laughed, "It's okay to fall, I can't handle him anyway. If you fall, we two will join forces to deal with him."

Tang Huining rolled her eyes, stretched out her finger and pointed it on Zhou Ailing's forehead: "You can think of it."

"There are so many beautiful poems inscribed, but after all, it is a smoke. The story of flowing water taking away time has changed two people. It is in the sentimental and crying for the first time... It is no longer the familiar you who have the old fanatical dreams, nor is it the familiar I who have the still smile. The story of flowing water taking away time has changed us. It is in the sentimental and memories for the first time..."

As the last chord was played, Chen Chuan raised his head and held the microphone with his hand and said, "Even if youth passes in time, when we get old and look back, it turns out that the youth we have struggled with is the best, and memories are the most fulfilling." After saying that, he bowed slightly, turned around and walked off the stage.

"Wow!" The applause rang like a tide. This time, not only the students were applauding desperately, but even the teachers, especially the young female teachers, had their hands red. Looking at Chen Chuan one by one, it was quite admiration. If it weren't for the school, there were all students sitting behind them. They would definitely run over and find Chen Chuan to sign.

Chen Chuan got off the stage and heard a little host say, "Next Year 3 Feng Yuanyuan brought the song, Jinchuan."

Chen Chuan was stunned and looked back at the stage. A girl in a plaid dress, wearing a 16 or 17-year-old girl also walked onto the stage with her guitar in her arms.

"Smack it..."

The applause was still ringing warmly, and I don’t know whether it was for Chen Chuan or for the girl who just came up.

Chen Chuan walked back to his seat, and Zhou Ailing first gave Chen Chuan a big hug. Then Miss Tang, and finally Zhou Aiguo and the others.

"Teacher Yao, I sang pretty well, right?" Chen Chuan sat down and said.

Yao Xueyun smiled and nodded: "It's great, I'm fascinated by it, especially the poem at the beginning, I like it so much."

"Hmph!" Chen He snorted behind, "What's so amazing?"

Chen Chuan turned around and looked at Chen He who was sitting behind him and said, "What? Are you very dissatisfied with me?"

"No," Chen He shook his head violently, "I'm not talking about you, but the person on the stage."

"How come someone provoked you?" Chen Chuan was really curious.

Chen He said: "Every time I sing, she would hold a broken guitar and play it around, stealing the limelight from me."

When Chen Chuan heard this, his face was full of darkness: "Your thoughts are not good."

"You have to care!" Chen He raised his head slightly and gritted his teeth, "It depends on when you can be proud of it."

Chen Chuan said: "This girl sang really well."

"What's good!" Chen He said dissatisfiedly, "I sang so badly, I'm sorry you still praised me."

Seeing Chen He so resentment, Zhou Ailing pulled her to her side, then lay in her ear and said, "Tell you a secret. The song singed by the girl on the stage was also written by your brother."

"Ah?" Chen He stared at Chen Chuan with wide eyes, "Second brother, is that true?"

Chen Chuan nodded: "Of course it's true. Is it necessary to lie to you in such a thing?"

Chen He raised his fist and waved it hard in the air: "Brother, you are so awesome."
Chapter completed!