The next morning.
Cheng He began to purchase some necessities, which cost him a lot of money. Not to mention the piano, just the video camera cost him nearly 10,000 yuan. Fortunately, he didn't need any money in the past two years, so he saved up the money for being a host. Otherwise, he might have to go to his parents to get it.
He directed the workers and spent more than half an hour before he finally placed the piano table in a room that had just been tidied up.
Everything was ready, and they could start immediately.
In the afternoon,
The gentle sunlight shone on the piano.
Cheng He sat in front of the piano in a white scholar's robe.
Looking at the bright sunlight outside the window, Cheng He felt as if everything had become quiet. It was as if he was the only one left in the world.
He recalled the poignant and beautiful story in his mind, and his hands began to play the prelude.
The sad yet gentle piano music echoed in the room, like a beautiful woman crying and crying…
Then, Cheng He slowly opened his mouth. His voice was slightly low, but it was filled with vicissitudes that did not match his age.
" The sound of prosperity escapes into the empty door and breaks the world. The dream is cold and the love debt of a lifetime is a few books. If you acquiesce to life and death, wait for a circle, wait for another circle of growth rings..."
" How many floors of the Futu Pagoda have been broken? Whose soul has been broken? I'm going straight to the mountain gate where a broken lamp has collapsed. Let me wait for history to turn around. I'll wait for you to play a song when the wine is mellow. Guzheng..."
" The rain is heavy, and the grass and trees are deep in the old hometown. I heard that you are always alone. The mottled city gate is entrenched with old tree roots, and the words echoing on the stone slabs are, wait a little longer..."
" The rain is heavy, the rain is heavy, the grass and trees are deep in the old hometown. I heard that you are still guarding the lonely city. The sound of the flute in the suburbs fell on that Nomura. Fate has taken root. We…"
" Listening to the laughter of youth, many people are envious. That book of history is gentle but not willing, and the writing is too ruthless. The fireworks are easy to cool, and people are easy to separate. And you are asking me if I am still serious…"
" After a thousand years, who else is waiting for us? How can the history books not be true? The Book of Wei's Luoyang City is like you reuniting with your previous life, following the secular world and following me, wandering for a lifetime..."
“……”
" Fate has taken root. We…"
" Temple of Qielan, listen to the rain and hope for eternity…"
When he finished singing the last line, Cheng He slowly stood up. His face was covered in tears. The gentle sunlight moved with the sun and shone directly on his body. Under the gentle light, Cheng He looked like an ancient saint.
After Cheng He finished recording the video, he first posted it on his Weibo.
Although there were only a hundred people on his Weibo, he believed that this number would continue to increase in the future.
Cheng He: " When I was reading a book, I accidentally came across a touching story. I was inspired and wrote this song. I hope everyone will like it."
The fireworks are easily cold
Composed by: Cheng He
Lyricist: Cheng He
Singer: Cheng He
Accompanied by: Cheng He
The Shepherd Niu Tong: Teacher Cheng, instead of hosting a radio program, you actually started singing. Let me listen.
[This Penniless Monk's Night Visit to a Brothel: Surprise ~!] Listen to it, if it doesn't sound good, you want a bad review.
Little Match Selling Girls: When I was listening to the radio program, I liked Teacher Cheng's voice quite a bit. I didn't know that she would sing like this. I'm looking forward to it.
[Shou Bu Niao, loading…]
Cheng He smiled as he looked at the comments on Weibo. These were his loyal fans. Of course, there were only a few of them. As for the so-called Teacher Cheng, it was just a joke.
A few minutes later, it was still the same message.
Niu Tong: It's so good. I'm about to cry. I have to repost it immediately.
This Penniless Monk Vied the Brothel at Night: " D * mn, Teacher Cheng is so talented. What would he have been doing a long time ago? If he had been singing a few years ago, he would probably be chasing after the God of Songs now."
[Can't Take It: I'm a student at a music school. I can guarantee that this song is the best of the best. Just the lyrics alone are not something that people of my generation can write.]
Little Match Selling Girls: " Teacher Cheng is so handsome. It would be a pity if he doesn't act in a TV series, especially that elegant ancient costume. He's definitely a handsome man in ancient costume."
……
Weibo was very powerful. As long as your topic attracted people, your popularity would continue to increase. Take Cheng He's Weibo for example.
In just a few hours, Cheng He's Weibo post had reached tens of thousands of times, and it was increasing at a faster and faster rate. Cheng He's fan count had also increased from more than 100 to more than 8000. Most of the comments on his Weibo were about Cheng He's new song, and of course, there were also stories hidden in the song.
For example:
The Monk Doesn't Wash His Hair: Who was it? She had never heard of this name before. However, this song was so good that she almost cried.
I Am a Pig: Upstairs, you almost did. I'm already crying.
The Lost Butterfly: It was indeed eye-catching, but the lyrics were a little harsh. It was clearly a modern language, but it gave off an ancient feeling.
White Jade City Tower: " I'm more interested. What's the so-called story?"
Peking University professor, Shi Jiandong: " Good lyrics, good tune. I think the book you are reading is " Luoyang Temple ", and that short story should be a short story in " Luoyang Temple ".
He was indeed a young man with literary talent. If there was a chance, he would like to meet him.
Cheng He (reply): Professor, you flatter me. I just had an idea and wrote it. It was indeed inspired by the Luoyang Temple.
Swimming Ring: Wow, it's Professor Shi from Peking University's Chinese Department. The author is really not simple. Even the professor praised him. You have to know that Professor Shi is one of the most knowledgeable professors in Peking University.
Old Cat: " Luoyang Temple." I know this book, but I haven't finished reading it. It's a long book with many stories. Which one is it?
Fisherman: I think it's a temple or a temple. I've never seen it before, but I'm also very interested in the story. I hope that the author can tell me if he knows.
Guan Yunduan: On the top floor, very curious about the story.
……
Cheng He: The story originated from the Northern and Southern Dynasties. It was a period of confrontation between the north and the south in the history of the Celestial Dynasty. The Southern Song Dynasty was led by Liu Yu, Emperor Wu of the Song Dynasty, and the Northern Wei Dynasty was led by Tuoba Gui, Emperor Wu of the Dao Dynasty.
The protagonist of the story was a general who was ordered by Liu Yu, Emperor Wu of the Song Dynasty, to guard Luoyang City. During this time, he met a local woman. The two fell in love at first sight and soon became engaged privately.
At this time, Northern Wei was invading and the general was ordered to go out. Before he left, he held the woman's hand and said,""After I win, I will definitely come back and marry you…"
The two of them parted in reluctance. The woman stood guard at the city gate and watched the general sit on the saddle as he walked further and further away...
The general's expedition lasted for several months. During this period, the Song Dynasty was defeated one after another. Emperor Wen of the Song Dynasty killed two generals in a fit of anger. The Northern Wei attacked from all sides and forcefully crossed the Yellow River. Emperor Wen of the Song Dynasty did not listen to the advice of the courtiers and launched a strong attack. Helpless, Luoyang fell. Emperor Wen of the Song Dynasty withdrew his troops and returned to the south, while the heavily injured general was stranded in Qielan Temple.
After the general recovered from his injuries, he wanted to return to the court. However, Liu Song's power was gone. If he went back, he would only die. The general was never afraid of death. However, thinking of his previous oath and the fact that Emperor Wen of Song had killed good generals, he had no choice but to commit himself to the Qielan Temple as a monk. He hoped that one day, after the war, he would return to her side.
In the past, there was a woman who often sat on a stone slab at the city gate, waiting for her beloved to return. Every time she met someone returning from the front, the woman would ask if she had seen the general, but there was no news of the general returning victorious.
The woman had never given up and continued to wait day after day. This story spread from one to ten, ten to a hundred, and finally reached the ears of the general who became a monk in Qielan Temple.
However, the general could not return. At this moment, the Northern Wei had already moved to Luoyang. This was an indisputable fact. The war between the Northern and Southern Dynasties was still ongoing. He had to survive until the day the war ended...
After an unknown number of years, the war finally ended.
For the first time, the general walked out of the tilted and collapsing mountain gate of Qielan Temple and returned to the place he had been thinking about day and night.
Dressed as a commoner, he came to the dilapidated city gate, which was already mottled. He walked to the place where they had parted ways. Beside the tree that had long withered, he touched the stone slab that she had been waiting for him to return every day...
The elegant sound of a flute came from the outskirts of the city. People passing by told the general that there was once a woman who had been waiting for the return of her beloved...
When he stepped into the familiar land again, the feelings in his heart were so complicated. It was as if everything had returned to the past when others were envious…
He searched for her final shadow in this dilapidated city, but he could not find her. The rain fell from the sky…
He had always believed that she had been waiting for her…
The old man in the Lonely City told her that she had always been alone…until the day she died…
The monk returned to the futon and sat quietly, knocking on the wooden fish…
The rain was still falling from the sky, landing on the stone slab outside the meditation room…
According to what he remembered, Cheng He posted this poignant love story. Instantly, the number of comments doubled.
One of the comments that received the most likes was from a netizen named Yuan Lai. Even Cheng He couldn't help but nod in approval at the content of his comment.
I didn't even know when my tears started to fall as I listened to the song and watched the story. I'm very grateful to Cheng He for bringing us this song.
The crime of war, the sad and beautiful love, the infatuated woman, the eternal love!
Love is pure. When you have a beautiful love, please hold on to it and don't give up easily.
Please think about the monk who listened to the rain and watched forever in Qielan Temple.
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