"Chilechuan, at the foot of Yin Mountain."
"The sky is like a dome, covering the wilderness (ya)~"
"The sky is grey and the wilderness is vast."
"The wind blows the grass low and sees the cattle and sheep."
The cold night was lit up by the sound of nature.
In his suddenly raised and elongated voice, his chest and head cavity reached an extremely perfect resonance!
The voice that struck the soul was clear and clean!
He couldn't pick out a single flaw, and he couldn't find a single point of separation.
Pure, real, vast, and distant!
It was like the endless horizon on the grassland, dyed by dusk.
It was as if a group of shepherds were slowly walking over from the grass sea and river bend with their horses.
The desolate setting sun shone gently on their bodies.
It was like a poem or a painting, and the world had changed.
Ren Xuan cried.
Yes, he cried.
This man who had been holding the cauldron for a full ten years in the Nine Regions Cultural and had so much experience that he was already immune to poison and invulnerable to swords and spears.
Finally, in this pitch-black night, turbid tears flowed out of the wine table.
"Chile Song"…
These few lines were actually the "Chile Song".
He was actually singing the 'Chile Song'.
It was the folk song that he would fall into silence every time he recited it in the past many years.
It was the memory of his hometown that he wanted to pull away from his heavy work and boring life every time he read it.
Just reciting the words would fill him with emotions.
But today, this young man, this young man called Lu Ze.
Unexpectedly…Composing music and writing lyrics by herself.
He used a vigorous, solemn, emotional, and distant song to express it.
This was a novel form that he had never come into contact with or imagined before.
It was a magical method that made him shed tears and was extremely moved!
It's worth it, it's worth it
It was really worth it to hear this song!
"Chilechuan ~~~ Under the Yin Mountain ~~~"
"The sky is like a dome, covering the wilderness (ya)~"
"The sky is grey and the wilderness is vast."
"The wind blows the grass low and sees the cattle and sheep."
His soul was completely injected.
The desolate and tragic voice was filled with the fragrance of the grass on the grassland.
The extremely clear image trapped everyone in it, unable to extricate themselves!
At the dining table, when Lu Ze sang these four lines again…
Liu Huan suddenly turned to look at Wu Bixia and Tan Jing, who were equally shocked.
Using a very, very low voice, he muttered these four words-"Mongolian Changdiao"?
The two of them nodded. The admiration and admiration in their eyes could not be stopped.
The Mongolian long tune was known as the most soulful voice on the grasslands.
It was an extremely simple and original folk singing style.
It was a unique singing style that many singers who had never taken root in the grasslands could not imitate no matter how hard they tried.
The other three would definitely be able to carry the flag in the Nine Provinces 'music industry.
However, if they were asked to sing a Mongolian long tune…
They couldn't guarantee that they could sing the way Lu Ze did.
So round, so compatible, so pure, so vast.
No one could find any problems with it.
With just a short segment, he could completely achieve an cerebral climax!
Ren Xuan had stopped struggling.
Be it the reservedness of a superior or the dignity of an elder.
He had long forgotten about it and completely ignored it.
At this moment, he was crying and laughing, nodding and wiping his tears.
At this moment, he was no longer the dignified ruler who dominated the Nine Regions 'cultural and educational world.
And an ordinary person who was completely lost and immersed in Lu Ze's singing.
It was a child who had gone missing on the grasslands forty years ago.
Stumbling…she couldn't find her home.
"The heart follows the world, the mind is led by cattle and sheep
The lonely smoke of the desert, embracing the fallen yen
At the end of the sky, chatting with the moon
Where are you, my lady asks the sky
Love, where are you? Zouma…Chilechuan!"
The final ending was as light as a feather.
There were no unnecessary techniques, no emotional pull.
He only used a very light voice to describe the scene in front of him and slowly finish the unfinished story.
What head resonance, what weak mixed angry voice.
What Mongolian long tune, what imitation horse-headed zither.
All the techniques and singing techniques were not worth mentioning in front of the most sincere feelings.
This "Chile Song" had long transcended the boundaries of music.
To the audience in the private room, it was almost a flawless piece of art.
Carefully carved, wantonly splashing ink.
It was hard to find in the past and hard to find in the future.
It was quiet, incomparably quiet.
Everyone looked at him calmly.
She didn't say anything and just looked at him.
It was as if he was still immersed in the starry sky of the grassland, strolling between the wildflowers and the river bend in the sea of grass.
He didn't want to turn back or stop.
No one cheered, because any noise would ruin the mood created by the song.
No one commented, because a song created with emotion and soul could not be commented at all.
This silence lasted for an unknown period of time.
In the end, it was broken by Ren Xuan.
He slowly got up from the chair, his body swaying slightly.
After filling the wine glass in front of him, he spoke in an ancient voice.
"Three glasses of wine. I want to say three things."
"The first thing is that in three days, the Cultural Relics Bureau will be holding an exhibition of cultural relics from the Wei, Jin, and Southern and Northern Dynasties. I want to invite Little Lu to sing this 'Chile Song' live.”
He downed the wine in his cup.
"The second thing is the theme song for 'The Forbidden City'. Since Little Lu's idea is fine, I suggest that he compose it and sing it. I believe he has the ability to do so, and I want the public to hear his voice.”
When he raised his head again, there was not a drop of wine left.
"The third item…"
He looked at Lu Ze, his red and swollen eyes filled with gratitude.
Thank you, Little Lu."
"Today, I was relieved of all my burdens and returned home.”
"This toast is for you!"
"Work hard, you…"
"Your future is limitless!"
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