This is the first time she has faced a microphone. I only know that this feeling is becoming more and more familiar to her as she gets more and more times. It is like facing the audience more and more times, becoming less and less unfamiliar.
Adjusting his breath, Meng Chenxi opened his lips to the microphone on the erected microphone: "When the scent of the autumn wind blows over and the golden leaves all over the mountains fall on the streets of the campus, we as freshmen have entered a new height, both happy and uneasy. When the footsteps of winter approach, the bells on the mountain sounded, and our freshmen have almost half a year passed in the university campus in a blink of an eye. Dear teachers and dear students, what I want to tell you today is a story about the bells."
"I never knew that the third brother of the Meng family had such a nice voice?" Ma Xiaoli said with surprise. In the impression of their brothers and sisters, she regarded Meng Chenxi more as Lin Daiyu as being as delicate as Lin Daiyu.
Meng Chenxi is soft and thin on the surface, which can easily give people a misunderstanding.
"It's very surprising." Guo Bing said, just like Ma Xiaoli, he was frightened when he listened to the third brother of the Meng family. Meng Chenxi's voice and temperament were completely incompatible with Lin Daiyu.
Lin Shangxian heard the unexpected words of the two of them, and the corners of his mouth couldn't help but fly upwards. He was proud of her. Speaking of which, before that, he was shocked by her for the first time just like Meng Chenyi.
"What story does she want to tell?" Ma Xiaoli listened carefully with her ears. She finally waited for the third brother who had arrived at the Meng family to come to the stage.
"I feel like she has a champion." Guo Bing said to the forefront.
"You crow's mouth." Ma Xiaoli glared at him. She wanted to win the championship, and she couldn't say it out.
Lin Shangxian's expression gradually became solemn.
Meng Chenxi's voice echoed in the auditorium where even a needle could be heard: "We live in a peaceful and happy era. This makes us often forget some things. In corners we don't know, in corners that we usually want to ignore, some people like that. An aunt once said something to me. She said that she used to be in the alley, and could hear the sound of clocks early in the morning. Now she can't hear it, and instead the sound of cars and people buying vegetables, she can't listen. She insists on making a clock at her home and ringing it on time. I asked why. She said that if the bell didn't wake me up, I would feel that every day passed without knowing it. What a terrible thing."
"In a conscious way, the days have passed. We are always prone to forget everything in happiness, the hardships we have in the past, and the goal we have to keep looking forward. Maybe you will ask, does this aunt have any important things to accomplish and any great goals to achieve. No. What this aunt has to do every morning is to clean the snow at her door in winter. Why do you have to do the same thing on time every day year after year? The aunt said that not doing this is not like living."
Chapter completed!