The interlude sounded.
Shen Yi was dressed in white, his sleeves fluttering in the wind, as if he was an immortal descending to the mortal world.
It was a solo dance in the style of Beijing opera, and everyone was mesmerized by it.
At the same time.
That scene that made one's scalp explode was once again stunning.
The clip in the video was replayed in the live broadcast room.
"The people below the stage walked past, but the old colors were nowhere to be seen.”
"The people on stage are singing the heartbreaking farewell song.”
"The word love is hard to put into ink.”
"The curtains rise and fall. Who is the guest?”
Even the audience who had already heard it once, when they heard this scene again.
That feeling of shock did not subside at all. Instead, it became stronger and stronger.
The nine-turns and thirteen-turns singing made the pitch of the last word rise.
Teacher He and the others felt as if their minds had been brought to the clouds.
From a bird's eye view, he looked at the actress dancing on the high platform.
The passersby below the stage changed one after another, but he remained the same on the stage.
" Love and regret are serious. It's all an illusion when I turn around. Who is it?"
It was a different kind of opera tune from Beijing opera, singing Lee Xiangjun's opera lyrics.
That feeling of shock came again.
Then, a soul-shaking chant followed.
Ahhhh, this was too nice. I love this gorgeous opera. It was an unprecedented experience.
She couldn't help but cry. She felt that Shen Yi was trying to reduce the quality of the show. In the future, when those young hunks came to the show, no one would dare to sing anymore!
It was too strong. It was simply amazing.
Every action was a show. It felt like Shen Yi was not singing about anyone else but himself.
Kneeling down, simply invincible!
Who could count how many different melodies there were in this song? It felt like there were several different melodies. Shen Yi was really too strong.
He only heard a Beijing opera accent, but he didn't know what the other lyrics were.
It was too good. I want to listen to more Peking opera in the future. It was so shocking.
Ms. Huang sat at the side and felt a little warm at the corner of her eyes.
Peng Peng's eyes widened, not daring to blink as if he was afraid of missing any details.
Zi Feng's eyes were hazy with tears. He held his chin and looked at Shen Yi in a daze. He was clearly right in front of them, but it was as if he was separated from everyone by a century.
"The show turns, the sleeves rise and fall."
"Singing joys and sorrows, singing separation and reunion, it has nothing to do with me.”
"The fan opens and closes, and the gongs and drums sound again."
"Outside the mirror lake, a cup of tea is still warm.”
“……”
Shen Yi's sleeves fluttered up and down as she sang and danced.
The people below the stage were like clay statues, motionless.
"The people below the stage walked past, but the old colors were nowhere to be seen.”
"The people on stage are singing the heartbreaking farewell song.”
"The word love is difficult to be lonely, she sang that blood must be used to reconcile.”
"The curtains rise and fall. Who is the guest?”
The chorus sounded again, and her heart was in her throat again.
The audience was guessing how Shen Yi would continue after the second chorus.
"After you finish singing, I'll go on stage."
"Don't laugh at the wind and moon, don't laugh at people's absurdity.”
"I once asked about the green and yellow, and I once sang about the rise and fall of the world.”
"The Dao is emotionless and the Dao is sentimental.”
"The Dao is emotionless and the Dao is sentimental.”
Just when everyone thought that the entire song would end here, Shen Yi's singing suddenly erupted with a strong sense of grief and indignation.
"Looking at Yan Yun, looking at Bianliang, dreaming for a while.”
The last sentence stunned everyone.
People say that actors are heartless and do not know the hatred of national subjugation.
However, some actors cared more about the rise and fall of the country than anyone else.
Just as the song sings, the position is low, dare not forget to worry about the country.
The song ended.
Shen Yi still maintained the last dance. After a long time, he raised his head.
Only then did everyone see that his face was covered in tears.
It had been a long time since he had performed Peking opera on stage.
No one cared about Peking opera. Tonight, he finally let the world feel the unique charm of opera again.
The music had ended.
However, the inexplicable sadness on Shen Yi's body lingered in everyone's hearts.
For a long time, no one spoke in the mushroom house.
Until Huang Lei was the first to step forward and said to Shen Yi with a smile,"It's so awful. I'm crying.”
"I cried too."
"Me too."
"My tears haven't dried yet."
Zi Feng looked at Chen Yi in a daze, her small face slightly raised, as if she wanted Chen Yi to see the tears on her face.
"Thank you, everyone!"
At this moment, Shen Yi had already regained his composure and bowed deeply to everyone present.
It had been a long time since he had such an audience for Beijing opera.
In the live broadcast room, the bullet screen exploded with Teacher Huang's joke.
I cried. As a middle-aged man in his forties, do you know how difficult it is to admit that I cried?
She felt suffocated. Shen Yi's voice seemed to have some kind of magic, and it was too infectious.
I cried, Shen Yi really made me cry!!!
I really want to do it a billion times. Did anyone record it? Please send it to my email. My email is ********
Did Shen Yi sing himself to tears? But why do I feel that he wasn't crying for himself, but for something else?
Perhaps he was crying because of Beijing opera!
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