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Get the perfect music system at the start

===Chapter 530 Days on Beijing East Road===

Xu Fan finished speaking.

Both Liu Sisi's classmates inside and Liu Hao's classmates outside were stunned.

Then came cheers, surprise, and excitement.

"Did you hear that? Brother Fan is going to sing for us! He's going to sing! Ahhh, I'm so happy!"

"Sisi, thank you, thank you brother, haha, I'm so happy! I just don't know what to sing. Brother Fan, what song are you going to sing?"

"Mouse, you're really something! I didn't believe Fan was your brother before, but now I do. Here, take my sneakers. Hehe, don't worry about it next time."

"I'm so excited, Brother Fan! What song are you going to sing?"

Amidst the excited chatter and shouts, Xu Fan quietly looked at everyone, nodded, and said, "Let's call it 'The Days of the Past'—a simple song, a song written about youth."

The students were very curious about what song "The Days of the Past" that Xu Fan mentioned was, because no one had heard of this song before, which made them even more curious.

Xu Fan knew the song very well; he had simply changed the name.

The original title of this song is "The Days on Beijing East Road," and it is a classic campus graduation song from which world?

This song is perfect for high school students to sing after graduation. Many people like to sing it when they say goodbye. The song was created by students from Class 2 of Grade 12 at a middle school on Beijing East Road.

Xu Fan liked this song not because of its title, but because of the lyrics and the melody. It was truly suitable for graduation, and Xu Fan wanted to sing it to them, firstly to complete an assignment.

Secondly, he genuinely felt that if this song were sung, it would be very suitable for high school graduates, and perhaps it could really help them remember each other or this day.

Even just remembering this day might be a good thing.

Thinking this through, Xu Fan continued, "However, since I don't have a guitar, I'll just sing a cappella."

"I have"

A voice rang out. Good heavens, the restaurant owner, who had been hiding nearby, shouted out the moment he heard there was no guitar. Then, right before everyone's eyes, the fat owner quickly left.

Before he could react, there were two loud bangs on the door, and then the fat boss came running up to Xu Fan, panting, and handed him a guitar, saying, "Mr. Xu, I like you."

The fat guy ran quite fast to hand the guitar to Xu Fan faster, and his panting appearance was rather comical.

Especially when he said "I like you," the students in the audience burst into laughter.

Then the fat boss continued, "The song."

Goodness, he split one sentence into two, no wonder everyone laughed. Xu Fan took the guitar and said seriously, "Thank you."

The chubby boss wasn't embarrassed at all. He chuckled and looked at everyone without saying a word.

In an instant, everyone stopped laughing. What if they offended the boss and the price of dinner went up again tonight?

As a result, everyone's attention turned back to Xu Fan.

Xu Fan looked at everyone earnestly and said, "After graduating from high school, I don't know if you will meet again in ten years, but I hope that each of you will have something to remember. Maybe this song will allow you to remember this day ten years ago ten years from now."

After speaking, Xu Fan sat down to the side, gripped the guitar tightly, and began to play earnestly.

A simple melody produced a beautiful sound between Xu Fan's hands.

The guitar sound was intermittent, but it didn't feel disjointed at all; instead, it had a neat and very comfortable feel to it.

The beautiful melody continued, and Xu Fan's voice gradually drifted in. It was gentle, yet just by opening his mouth, he filled the students inside and outside the door with excitement.

In fact, the crowd had changed by this time. There was no longer any distinction between inside and outside, because Liu Hao's class also rushed in. However, there were so many people that they ended up occupying part of the entrance.

But everyone listened attentively to Xu Fan's singing; they were immediately captivated by his voice as soon as he opened his mouth.

In the beginning, we were all children.

In the very end, I longed to become an angel.

The songs of folk songs contain the shadow of fairy tales.

Where should the child's child fly to?

Xu Fan's voice was as pleasant as ever, but it was the words that moved everyone around him.

From the very beginning, we were all children.

Many of us young people are still children, in elementary school, middle school, high school, or now they are already facing high school graduation.

In the end, everyone longs to become better, to be as free as an angel.

The nursery rhymes I heard as a child contained echoes of folk songs; back then, we were innocent and carefree, and everyone loved them.

But what will become of us, a group of children and big kids, as we grow up? If we could fly, where would we go?

This is not just a problem, but also a matter worth considering.

The most important thing in life is not just the result, but also the process.

Thank you for your companionship over the years. I hope everything will be well in the future.

Everyone listened quietly to Xu Fan sing, and Xu Fan sang very earnestly.

He sang the backing vocals a second time before he could sing the lead vocals.

The singing was gentle yet still pleasant to listen to, especially when Xu Fan finished singing the backing songs and began singing the verses.

The beginning of the verse is completely different from the beginning of the backing vocals, but both evoke inexplicable feelings of emotion and sadness in many people.

If one day you hear someone speaking those strange languages...

If one day you see that the streets are full of notebooks still filled with learning materials...

When we sing this song again someday, in which corner will it be?

One day, as I step into this campus, which fallen leaf will drift into the flowing years of my memories?

Perhaps it's fantasy, perhaps it's a vision of the future, just like the parallel structure of the song, over and over again. The lyrics, seemingly repetitive yet full of different meanings, are sung by Xu Fan.

Everyone around fell silent.

Subconsciously, she stopped talking and listened attentively to Xu Fan singing each word.

The voice was soft and pleasant, as if it were describing something in the future, whether good or bad. If one day you hear someone suddenly speaking some strange language, it might be a reminiscence of the past, or a fragment of a memory, such as a chemical equation or a formula, or perhaps just a silhouette from that time, or a silly catchphrase.

All of these may remind you of certain fragments from your memories of those years.

The story is short, but it's about some unintentional things from that time. They seem simple, but they always manage to evoke memories that I can't escape.

If one day you see a group of children diligently attending classes, going to and from class, and studying for extra lessons, you might remember how we used to leave the lights on for a long time during evening self-study sessions, or how some friends would walk together after the school bell rang.

Perhaps the beauty of this song lies in imagining the future without knowing the future.

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===Chapter 531 If You Hear This Ten Years Later===

Because it's purely guitar playing, the sound quality is rather monotonous.

But in Xu Fan's hands, the guitar seemed to come alive, or rather, it seemed to have a soul. It was still as beautiful as ever, and the singing Xu Fan was giving captivated everyone around him.

Each lyric seems to tell a story, especially the following lyrics.

Moved, the students looked at Xu Fan with earnest and affectionate eyes, as if he were an older brother.

Xu Fan quietly played the guitar, strumming the strings, and continued singing earnestly.

Especially when the chorus came on, the simple yet rhythmic melody and vocals really stunned everyone.

This indicates that the distance from the first floor to the fourth floor was originally only three years.

The security guard and the cafeteria lady look like a married couple.

I don't understand any of the various monsoons and ocean currents, and there's also New Horizons.

Posters and photos that were once wildly popular are now selling for a few dollars or cents.

The simple lyrics, as if describing high school students, made everyone present subconsciously feel a strange yet serious thought: a nostalgia for youth, a memory of those three years of high school.

From the first year of high school to the third year, from the first floor to the fourth floor, the distance between them was only three years. The use of three years as a unit of time in lyrics to represent distance doesn't feel out of place at all. On the contrary, everyone felt a sense of impending separation from each other.

The uncles and aunties at the school gate watch us children go to class and leave get out of class every day. The bell rings and then stops. The uncles and aunties in the cafeteria may have remembered our faces, but in the future, who will remember whom?

For three years, through the changing seasons, the story has continued. I still haven't figured out the various ocean currents described in my geography book, but I'm about to graduate. Will I go and experience the scenery of university and the beauty of society?

High school is an integral part of everyone's youth. Back then, we copied down the lyrics of songs we liked to listen to, bought posters, photos, and postcards of our favorite celebrities, and even had notebooks printed with pictures of our stars.

Maybe you don't have many words in your notebook, but you just like it, so you buy it. But when you graduate and need to recycle it, you find that it's completely useless. When you want to sell it, you find that you can't get a penny for it.

My high school years were a little regrettable, but they were also full of excitement. The days filled with smiles were both long and short.

The story always extends or begins without us realizing it. At this moment, we finally see the most beautiful things in life, perhaps it's a glass of wine exchanged between us, or perhaps it's a hug at high school graduation.

Listening to Xu Fan's singing, some of the students had tears welling up in their eyes.

In fact, for them, perhaps just a simple sentence or a song can touch the softest part of their hearts.

There's a saying that perfectly captures the feeling of graduating from youth: "To embrace you, I embraced the whole class."

There are many stories we never told. In our innocent youth, there is love, friendship, brotherhood, and other pure emotions.

Life is full of helplessness, reality is helpless, and after graduation, no one knows who will see whom again.

When we graduated, we talked about what the future held, how we would do it, and how many years later we would meet again.

But reality is often not like that. Even when Xu Fan sang, he subconsciously thought of his high school days and even his classmates before graduation.

But thinking about it carefully, I realize that I don't actually remember much from my high school classmates, and I've even forgotten some of my college classmates. Maybe I can remember if I think about it carefully, but what good will it do? Time will wear all of that away.

Time is so merciless. With these thoughts in mind, Xu Fan continued singing without hesitation.

We put on suits and pretended to grow up, squandering film on our habitually smiling faces.

A sudden wave of sadness, a sigh of loneliness, the first taste of pain.

The words "graduation" and "coming of age" are particularly poignant.

A mix of inexplicable feelings, I'll just say a few laughs.

What will we become when we grow up? Will our past dreams remain unchanged? Reality often makes us think of many things. There aren't many stories, but it's actually okay. Maybe in the future we'll be businessmen in suits and ties, walking in society, pretending that we've grown up.

As is customary, some of our moments on campus are captured in a camera or etched in our memories.

Perhaps there are smiles, perhaps sadness, perhaps loneliness, perhaps helplessness and carefree attitude.