As soon as Jiang Cheng's voice came out, everyone was attracted.
Zi Feng, who was personally in the scene, was even more intoxicated listening.
The song that Jiang Cheng was singing was his brother, Zhang Guorong's " Beautiful Beauty and White Hair."
However, her brother had never sung this song in this life.
This song suited Jiang Cheng's current state of mind very well. He sang it naturally when he was deep in love.
The song was originally accompanied by the piano, but Jiang Cheng was playing the guzheng now. It didn't feel out of place at all. The combination was perfect, and the effect was even better than the piano.
The singing continued.
"If in this life
I owe this night
who said
Love is so hard
Hatred and love cannot be separated
Beauty and white hair
I feel even more resplendent
Before and after
In one night
Doesn't this count
Love till our hair turns white
……
I can't burn through
Love fire can't burn through
Your hair is white."
Jiang Cheng sang while playing the guzheng. The song and the sound of the guzheng combined perfectly, capturing everyone's hearts.
At this moment, in the female dormitory of the Capital Music Academy, a few girls were watching the live broadcast.
They were all studying classical music. When they heard this song, they were all shocked beyond words.
One of the girls said,
"Why do I feel that this song is so similar to the lost 'Song of Everlasting Sorrow?”
Song of Everlasting Sorrow was a zither song from the Tang Dynasty. It had been lost for many years and only a small fragment had been passed down.
They had heard the famous classical musician, He Meiqin, play a short piece before, so they found it familiar.
"That's impossible, right?" Another girl said. 'Song of Everlasting Sorrow' has long been lost. How could this little brother possibly know how to play it?”
"You can ask Professor He.”
They didn't care about the time and immediately reported the matter to He Meiqin.
He Meiqin didn't believe that anyone could play the Song of Everlasting Sorrow. She had spent most of her life and had only learned a part of the song.
However, she still entered the live broadcast room with a fluke mentality.
The first thing she saw was Jiang Cheng's technique. She felt that he was very professional and skilled. Even an old artist like her, who had played the guzheng for half her life, could not compare to him.
As she listened, she sat up and her eyes widened. In the end, she stood up straight with a complicated expression on her face.
Shock, excitement, joy, astonishment, disbelief…
A moment later, tears flowed out of her eyes, and her wrinkled face was covered in tears. Her entire body trembled as she said excitedly,
"This is the 'Song of Everlasting Sorrow.' This is the long-lost ancient song,'Song of Everlasting Sorrow! I didn't expect that I would be able to hear the complete version of "Song of Everlasting Sorrow" in my lifetime. I can die without regrets!”
After receiving Professor He's personal verification, the girls jumped up excitedly and quickly went to the live broadcast room to comment.
The audience in the live broadcast room soon found out. They did not know much about the zither song, so they went online to search for it. Only then did they know how awesome this song was.
"F * ck,'Song of Everlasting Sorrow' has been lost for more than a thousand years. How can little brother play it?”
"This is the quintessence of our country!"
"Our country's classic national quintessence has basically been lost. It really hurts to think about it.”
"Nowadays, western instruments like the piano and violin are popular. Very few people play the guzheng or the flute.”
"Why are you suddenly so touched?”
"It's easy to get sentimental when you're old.”
……
In an instant, Jiang Cheng once again reached the top of Weibo's trending searches." The Song of Everlasting Sorrow has been re-released ", this topic caused a heated discussion on the Internet.
Although it was already midnight, the netizens were extremely enthusiastic.
Not only because of Jiang Cheng's talent, but also because they saw the hope of the revival of the national essence!
The quintessence of Chinese culture was the cultural inheritance of a nation. It had a strong national cohesion and was a symbol of a nation.
Over the years, the quintessence of Chinese culture had gradually been forgotten, but Jiang Cheng had brought it back to the public's attention.
Jiang Cheng didn't know anything about this.
After he finished playing the zither, he took another big gulp of wine.
This time, he didn't use a wine cup. Instead, he picked up the wine pot and raised his head to drink.
Another night breeze blew, and the peach blossoms fell.
Jiang Cheng was moved by the scene. With a light tap of his toes, he lifted the sheathed sword into the air.
The longsword flew high into the air and then fell down rapidly.
The audience in the live broadcast room were all shocked. Zi Feng subconsciously reminded loudly,
"Be careful!"
Only now did Jiang Cheng discover that there was an additional person in the courtyard, and he turned his head to glance at Zi Feng in surprise.
At this moment, the long sword was already smashing down on his head.
At this critical moment, Jiang Cheng's body moved slightly to the side to avoid the sword. His right hand reached out like lightning and pulled out the falling sword.
Swoosh!
The sword was unsheathed, and a cold light shot out in all directions, emitting a sonorous sound like a dragon's roar.
Jiang Cheng held a wine pot in his left hand and a long sword in his right. He swayed as if he was drunk, waving the sword in his hand.
The moonlight was like water, and the fallen flowers were colorful. Jiang Cheng staggered and swayed, waving his sword.
Sword light flashed, and a few sword flowers appeared at the tip of the sword, stabbing at the falling peach blossoms.
Although he looked drunk, his entire set of movements was very smooth and coherent. It was natural and unrestrained, as if he was dancing a beautiful dance.
The sharp sword in his hand moved back and forth like a white dragon, flying up and down.
Jiang Cheng danced with his sword and occasionally drank a few mouthfuls of wine from the pot.
This scene was like a scene from a period drama. It was extremely beautiful and wonderful.
Zi Feng stood rooted to the ground in a daze, so shocked that he could not speak.
The audience in the live broadcast room was also stunned.
The bright moon hung high in the sky, peach blossoms fell like rain, and Jiang Cheng's white clothes fluttered in the wind. His figure was elegant and handsome, like a sword immortal who had descended from the sky.
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