067. The Onstage Singed A Heartbroken Parting Song ()
The people on the stage sang a heartbreaking farewell song.
The people below the stage were filled with tears and sorrow.
Play was like life, and life was like play.
Chinese opera has a long history. It has been more than 200 years since the Hui class entered the capital. During this period, there were many talented people and heroes everywhere. Master Mei resolutely grew a beard in the face of invaders and refused to perform for them. Master Cheng once killed the invaders. He was actually a hero in the opera world. The deeds of these people have been recorded in history.
In addition to the lament of the opera's loneliness, the interpretation of this song also had the strong feelings of the actors who did not dare to forget the country.
That touching song, that touching figure on the stage.
It made countless people's eyes blur and their minds wander, as if they had returned to that turbulent era!
It was a stage.
But it was not the stage in front of him.
Instead, it was a theater with a beacon fire burning under the moonlight.
The fire enveloped the entire stage.
Thick smoke billowed.
Screams sounded continuously.
On the stage,
The actress Hua Dan was performing a peach blossom fan on the stage.
Countless Japanese below the stage were terrified!
Countless civilians below the stage resisted desperately, facing death calmly, blocking the gate to prevent the devils from coming out.
One slash, two slashes, three slashes. The terrified Japanese pulled out their long knives and mercilessly slashed at the people in front of them.
The white knife went in and the red knife came out.
Blood flowed all over the ground, and corpses piled up into mountains.
But so what?
Not even one? What about the other two? Three? Four? Even if they were all killed and their bodies piled up in the theater, they would never let the Japanese out.
The screams of the devils echoed throughout the theater, and the roars of the people echoed throughout the world.
They were bitter, they hated, they were afraid!
However, in exchange, the devils were even more unscrupulous and excited.
The ghost had no humanity. It was something even more terrifying than ghosts.
They wanted to resist! They wanted to fight back!
However, fists were no match for sharp blades, and iron rods were no match for guns.
The only way was to turn his body into a wall and kill his enemies with fire.
Killing 1,000 enemies and losing 8,000!
However, they were not afraid. What was there to be afraid of?
What they were really afraid of was that Huaxia's dignity would be trampled on!
What they were really afraid of was that no one would dare to resist!
That was their root!
That was an inheritance that was more important than their lives!
The fire continued, burning the stage, the theater, the entire town, and everyone in the town!
An entertainer loves his country,
Unwilling to yield,
Even if he died, he would die with dignity.
She was wearing a burning costume, enduring the burning pain and finally acting out a scene that belonged to her!
Her acting was perfect, her posture was charming, but she had an additional feminine quality!
One was sad, one was happy, one was shaking his sleeves, one was kneeling, one was bowing, and one was kowtowing.
A frown, a smile, a glance back, a lifetime in an instant.
Looking at the screaming Japanese below,
She smiled, her smile was so poignant and beautiful, her smile was so moving.
Tears flowed out of her eyes, but they were instantly extinguished by the raging fire.
In a trance, at a loss, sad, and crying.
The scenes in front of him…
It suddenly fell into the eyes of all the audiences, and they felt extremely uncomfortable.
It was a heroic and sorrowful history!
Just as the netizens in the live broadcast room were immersed in this period of history, they were unable to extricate themselves.
Ye Yan's lips moved and he looked at the actor. His left hand moved like the actor.
"The show is over, the sleeves rise and fall ~~"
"It's not my fault to sing sad and happy songs about separation and reunion ~~"
"The fan opens and closes, the gongs and drums sound silent ~"
"Love in the show, outsiders in the show, who's to say ~~"
The almost perfect accent vividly portrayed the history in front of them, coupled with the infectious singing voice.
In an instant,
It brought everyone into an extremely wonderful realm.
The entire live broadcast room and the entire venue fell silent.
It was as if everyone was listening, lamenting that part of history, and immersing themselves in this tragic moment.
Quietly,
They couldn't help but close their eyes. They didn't dare to breathe loudly, afraid that they would tarnish this sacred moment.
Gradually…
The scene in their minds changed.
The theater that had been burnt to ashes,
The civilians who had already died under the knife.
The actors and actresses who were originally drowned in the fire.
They, they had all reappeared.
In this scene, there were no ghosts, no fire, only laughter.
On the stage,
The actor folded his hands, his sleeves rose and fell, singing the sad song of separation and reunion, the country's hatred.
Below the stage,
The whole house was full of guests, adults, villains, old people, women
At this moment, they were smiling happily as they watched the performers on the stage with gentle eyes.
The theater seemed to be jubilant, as if it had returned to its former prosperity.
Unlike the jubilant scene in the theater,
The audience in the live broadcast room looked sad and could not help but pity the person in the show.
Especially those of the older generation, they had all experienced an unbearable past.
There are many actors in autumn, who can sing through the vicissitudes of the world.
The actor was ruthless, and the fire appeared to protect the country.
In the play, the feelings tell the ambition of the swan, the mountains and rivers sleep for a hundred years, there will be a day of waves, even if there is no me at that time.
The powder covers the sorrow and joy, and the water sleeves dance to show all kinds of life.
In troubled times, mountains and rivers burn beacon fires, and the low position worries about the country for thousands of years.
Wasn't it a play within a play?
However, was he the person in the song or the person in the play?
Everyone could no longer tell.
After that, the erhu changed from a weak bow to a strong bow. The sadness in the melody gradually faded, and the mood changed from low to high.
"I'm used to blending my emotions into the ink ~"
" So what if I'm telling the truth?"
"White bones, green ashes, all of me ~~"
"In troubled times, duckweed can bear to watch the flames of war burn mountains and rivers ~~"
"I dare not forget about my country ~~"
"Even if no one knows me ~~!"
At this point, Ye Yan's pitch suddenly rose, his emotions were vented more thoroughly.
Although there was no hysterical roar,
However, that penetrating sadness penetrated their bodies and struck their hearts.
It was as if the brand had been deeply imprinted in their hearts.
This was a period of time, and this was also a period of life.
That was the life of a person in a song and a drama.
The curtain rose and the audience cheered. The curtain fell and the snow gauze scattered with the fire.
From then on, national security is all about human affairs, and the actors and actresses sigh with emotion about the country.
After singing the song, my tears are hazy, and my life is only in powder and ink.
Since death can be a pity for the country, many autumns also Anhe beacon fire.
A line of tears fell from Ye Yan's eyes.
This is not a song, this is a story.
It was a story of an actress who was of a low status and did not dare to forget about the country.
When the Wei Nation invaded our country's An County, the leader of the Wei Nation came to a theater and asked Pei Yan to sing for him. Otherwise, he would have his men burn down An County.
She agreed. She sang "Peach Blossom Fan" on stage while the Wei Nation people ate and drank.
Just as the performance was about to end, Pei Yan pointed his hand and said two words in an extremely sorrowful tone," Light the fire!"
When the Wei Nation people heard this, they were all stunned. When they reacted, the fire had already spread, and the Wei Nation people were all in chaos. They were still singing on stage.
After that, the building collapsed, but the show wasn't over yet
The building is not finished yet, but the play is still in chaos. I'm helping the poor and watching the wind and fire.
However, the status of mountains and rivers is low, and I dare not forget to give preferential treatment to the country.
Even if no one knows me.
How sad, how ambitious, how patriotic.
Xis were once classified as the lower nine sects, but these nine sects still had the ambition to sacrifice their lives for the country.
She quietly shed tears, her face full of worry.
Not only Ye Yan who was singing, but also everyone present.
Play was like life, and life was like play.
How could they not be the actors who were singing?
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