Qiao Xiaoxiao, who was rising, took light steps to one side and sat on a usual bench in the campus. On the big screen behind her, there was a scene of summer teaching buildings and green trees. In the vagueness, it seemed that the sound of cicadas could be heard.
And in the atmosphere of this youth memory, Qiao Xiaoxiao's light singing slowly flowed out.
"That year, we were eighteen years old..."
"The campus's young face is full of brilliance..."
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"The youth in the book..."
"It's our most beautiful memory..."
The soft and beautiful melody, as well as the gentle and light voice, suddenly brought people into that kind of juvenile and beautiful campus memory.
With the singing of Qiao Xiaoxiao, many fans waved their glow sticks and began to sing
