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On the day of the music festival, the entire campus was filled with a festive atmosphere. The main venue was set in the grand auditorium, adorned with colorful lights and fresh flowers. A black grand piano gleamed under the stage lights, radiating elegance.
Nezha arrived early, securing a prime spot with an excellent view. He wore a brand new red T-shirt and even spritzed on a bit of cologne—something one would never see on him ordinarily. He wanted to surprise Ao Bing, showing him his best side.
The festival officially began, with students from various departments taking turns to perform. There were singing, dancing, instrumental solos, and choral pieces, all showcasing a variety of talents. While Nezha enjoyed the performances on stage, his thoughts drifted backstage, imagining Ao Bing preparing for his turn.
Finally, the host announced, "Next up is Ao Bing from—oh no, I mean from the College of Arts—who will bring us a piano solo titled 'Rain's Mark'!"
The host's slip of the tongue elicited laughter, but soon all eyes were focused on Ao Bing as he walked slowly onto the stage.
Today, Ao Bing wore a well-tailored deep blue suit, with his shirt collar slightly open, making him appear exceptionally handsome and poised. He gave a slight bow to the audience before sitting at the piano, taking a deep breath as his fingers gently rested on the keys.
In an instant, the auditorium fell silent; everyone held their breath in anticipation of the first note.
Ao Bing's fingers danced lightly across the keys like raindrops falling on a calm surface, creating subtle ripples in the air. The gentle and delicate melody flowed through the auditorium, transporting the audience into a fairy tale world drenched in rain.
Nezha had never heard such a beautiful piano performance before. Ao Bing's fingers were nimble and precise; at times soft like a spring breeze and at others powerful like a sudden downpour, expressing the emotions of the piece vividly. What captivated Nezha even more was Ao Bing's expression—focused and immersed in his music, revealing a softness and sensitivity that Nezha had never seen before, contrasting sharply with his usual calm and rational demeanor.
In that moment, Nezha felt as if he glimpsed the truest part of Ao Bing's soul—the one bound by heavy responsibilities and expectations yet still retaining a pure heart. This realization made Nezha's heart race uncontrollably as stronger feelings surged within him.
As the piece reached its climax, Ao Bing's performance became even more passionate; his body swayed gently with the melody as if he were one with the piano. The audience was completely captivated by his performance; the auditorium was silent except for the enchanting sound of the piano echoing throughout.
When the final note fell, Ao Bing's fingers slowly lifted from the keys. There was a brief moment of silence before thunderous applause and cheers erupted from every corner of the room.
"That was amazing!"
"Absolutely professional level!"
"Ao Bing is incredible!"
Ao Bing stood up and took a deep bow to the audience. His gaze inadvertently met that of Nezha in the crowd. Nezha gave him a big thumbs up, his eyes filled with pride and joy. Ao Bing smiled slightly, a warm and sincere smile that made Nezha's heart race once again.
The applause continued for a long time, and Ao Bing had to bow again in thanks before he could leave the stage. The host excitedly exclaimed, "That was spectacular! Ao Bing's performance was truly the highlight of the evening! Let's give him another round of enthusiastic applause for the wonderful musical feast he has brought us!"
After Ao Bing left the stage, Nezha wanted to rush over to congratulate him immediately, but there were too many people around, making it difficult for him to get through. He could only watch as Ao Bing was surrounded by a crowd, receiving their congratulations and praise.
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