The floating air was like a vast deep sea.
Lu Ze sat in front of the zither. He was dressed in white like a fish in the deep sea.
The scene returned to silence. His fingers gently rested on the strings, not giving the audience a chance to catch their breath.
His voice was low and solemn.
He announced the name of the third national song.
"'Red Leot'!"
[Red Kirin]?
What song was this?
What kind of red is red, and what kind of Ling is Ling?
Many people were confused when they heard the title of the song.
Because there were no subtitles, it was difficult for them to determine what the word " Chiling " in the song meant from the pronunciation of the words!
Curiosity mixed with expectation slowly rose in the deep and silent night like fog.
The zither on the right side of the stage also slowly…It released its unique tone.
"Ding dong ~"
It was like the sound of spring water splashing in the mountains, or like the wind blowing through the window.
The ancient charm naturally flowed into everyone's hearts.
The sorrowful background was embellished by the plucking of the zither as the sound of the zither changed from light to heavy, from loose to coherent.
The heavy melody that flowed out of Lu Ze's fingers was like a big show that was being pulled apart.
In the short ten seconds of musical notes, the audience could hear a special taste of the reappearance of the dusty history, as if they were looking back on the heavy years.
A complex emotion that made people instantly fall silent, solemn, and even sorrowful rose in an instant and lasted for a long time!
The voices of the audience did not go away.
The powerful influence was evident!
The song was sad and light.
It was not complicated or deliberate.
It was just a light flick, and it flowed slowly.
The wind blew through the hall.
It wasn't intense or whistling.
It only blew slowly and echoed quietly.
Many people closed their eyes.
In the ancient rhythm brought by the zither, he rode the boat formed by the notes and retreated bit by bit.
Ten years, twenty years, fifty years, until. A hundred years!
In the end, they seemed to have arrived at a place like this as the sound of the zither gradually faded.
It was simple, ancient, and dirty.
The broken roof tiles were covered with green moss, and the high platform was empty and desolate.
The red wooden board had been soaked by the rain, and its color had faded.
The symbol of the general and the prime minister was also a little blurred by the erosion of the wind and sand.
This was…?
"When the show turns, the sleeves rise and fall
Singing sad and happy songs of separation and reunion, it's none of my business
The fan opens and closes, the gongs and drums sound silent
Love in the show, outsiders, who can say?"
Her voice was soft and gentle.
The well-thought-out lyrics were not a complicated pile of intentions and allusions.
Instead, it was a natural picture structure!
Her voice was light and gentle.
Different from the previous "One Meat One Vegetarian" and "Blue Lotus", he felt a little helpless and a little tired.
It was a little deep and natural. It was also very easy for people to substitute.
The four sentences were spoken in an instant.
The audience instantly understood what a high platform made of brick and wood was!
It was a stage!
It was a stage where the sleeves rose and fell, singing all the joys and sorrows of separation and reunion!
Chiling…
It turned out that this Ling was the " Ling " of actors!
But what was this "red"?
The beautiful singing made everyone immersed in the scene created by Lu Ze.
They were all lost in her sleeves and red makeup.
The audience was a little dazed and moved.
This was a different feeling from the previous two songs. It was a complicated feeling mixed with a lot of sadness.
She clearly didn't know what the theme of this song was.
Why did it sound like…A little sad?
The strings were strummed smoothly.
The notes constructed by the ancient rhythm slowly entered his ears as the pitch was raised and the voice was filled with emotion.
"You're used to blending your emotions into powder and ink. So what if you sing your speech through?"
"White bones, green ashes, all of me, duckweed in troubled times, bear to watch the flames burn mountains and rivers."
"I dare not forget my country, even if no one knows me."
The three lines of the song, which were gradually changing in emotion, came from the corner of the stage that was shrouded in darkness.
The scenery around him also changed rapidly at this moment.
The brilliant galaxy above his head was swallowed by the haze, and the solid ground under his feet began to crack into scars.
The fresh air was filled with the smell of gunpowder and sulfur.
The whistling wind was mixed with…It was the turbulence brought by the wings.
The sky turned dark and the river water became muddy.
The mountains and rivers changed color, and the stage became even more desolate.
Her gentle voice sounded like she was crying.
The emotions that were not wantonly vented were all filled in the three lines of the lyrics that were extremely vivid.
Give way to others, do not have the heart to listen carefully, do not have the heart to stare at.
But he also wanted to listen and watch.
Happiness, anger, sorrow, and joy, the bones of the dead are now clear and gray.
Chaos, duckweed, beacon fire, mountains and rivers.
Lu Ze sang the words with obvious meanings.
All the silent listeners finally understood what the other word in the title of the song was.
That was the word 'red', the word used to describe' red'!
It was the color that filled people with the most hope in this chaotic world!
It was the most eye-catching color among the mountains of corpses and seas of blood!
Chi Ling, Chi Ling, so this was what it meant.
With the seven lines of lyrics, they finally understood the story of the song!
For a moment, the audience, who had vaguely guessed what was going on, had solemn expressions on their faces.
Those unspeakable emotions slowly rose from the bottom of his heart.
It was suffocating.
"Wuwuwu ~"
The moment the lyrics stopped, a hair-raising and ethereal music was heard.
It was the sound made by Lu Ze's shakuhachi.
He was extremely sad and miserable!
He completely released all the emotions that had accumulated for a long time.
Everyone in front of the " stage " saw this scene at this moment.
The night sky climbed up to the sky, and lanterns were lit on the stage.
The crescent moon was dim and hazy, and the voices were noisy and boiling.
The familiar scene was filled with strangers.
On the lonely stage, Qing Yi was dancing and waving her sleeves.
She was dressed in makeup and her posture was as usual.
She chanted softly, and the rags moved gently.
The pastel couldn't hide the grief and indignation on her face, and the night couldn't hide the despair and desolation in her eyes.
On this century-old stage, she turned around and covered her face with her sleeve, making her body still in the wind.
On the dimly lit stage, Lu Ze stood up and turned around. He took the shakuhachi from his lips, leaving the audience with an indifferent back view.
"Dong! Thump! Dong!"
The sound of his heart beating was like a countdown. It slowly sounded in the dark night.
On the stage.
He waved his sleeves bit by bit.
His body moved bit by bit.
That heavenly voice was like a cuckoo crying for blood.
"It turns out that all the colorful flowers bloom like this, but they are all given to broken wells and dilapidated walls.
How can the beautiful scenery of a good day be compared with the sky? Whose courtyard is the pleasure?”
Drama, Peking opera-"Peach Blossom Fan"!
On the stage.
The shakuhachi hung in the wind, its body slowly turning.
Under countless pairs of eyes.
He used a beautiful voice that no one had ever heard before.
Singing like this--
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