After the curtain was announced, the lights on the stage dimmed again.

Then there was a flute in the darkness, and the sound of the flute in the open and distant seemed to blow from the vast grassland, from the desolate wilderness, from the vast desert.

The melody is soothing and long, like a stream of water, gurgling.

The lights on the stage were lit up and projected on the side of the stage, and Qin Chuan stood there quietly, playing the flute unpassionately.

He was invited by Gu Xiaobai to help, and this "Horse Ballad" was originally completed by the two of them on stage.

And he is also from the northwest, standing on the stage at this time, there is inevitably a trace of excitement in his heart.

I can finally do something for the Northwest and contribute a little bit of my meager strength.

But at this moment, the performance began, and his mind was all retracted, and he played the flute steadily.

Behind him, more than a dozen members of the Dongyuan University Folk Orchestra who came with him played various instruments and set off the sound of the flute like water.

"Master!" there was a sparse cheer from the audience, and this meme is still circulating.

However, most of the people did not speak, but quietly looked at Qin Chuan on the stage.

Listen to his flute music.

This summer vacation has passed, and Qin Chuan has become black and thin.

But it has also become mature.

Some time ago, he took Senior Sister Jing back to his home, let her meet with her parents and sister, and fulfilled his long-cherished wish for several years.

And he also began to discuss with Senior Sister Jing how to build a family and how to go on together.

This makes the current senior Qin Chuan no longer look like a boy, but a man.

After the flute, the recitation of the children's voice sounded:

"The white horse is decorated with golden fetters, and it gallops northwest.

By asking who the son is, he is a ranger.

When I was young, I went to the countryside and raised my voice in the desert.

In the past, Bingliang bowed, and the arrow was uneven. ”

"White Horse Chapter"!

At the moment when the recitation sounded, everyone present had a feeling of numbness and overpowering of the scalp.

The quiet flute, the chanting of children's voices, the accent of folk music, and the quiet scene.

An indescribable atmosphere is gathering.

On the other side of the stage, the lights are on.

From the dim halo at the beginning, it slowly brightens and grows.

Shine on a row of little boys and girls in school uniforms.

The youngest of them was only six or seven years old, and the eldest was about ten years old, looking ahead and reciting earnestly.

It can be seen that they are still a little nervous, after all, this is just a group of children who have never been on stage, let alone such a big stage.

But at this time, each of them had a serious look on their faces.

After the first eight sentences were recited, the lights in the center of the stage finally came on.

Gu Xiaobai, dressed in white, sat on the bar stool in the middle of the stage.

"You're a horse

Keel Junyo

It's like the wind under your feet

The wind is like a dream~"

Gu Xiaobai's voice was steady, soft, and seemed to be singing in a low voice.

Behind him, there are pictures of people playing in the fields, washing clothes in a dirty and dark room, taking care of their parents in front of the sickbed, and walking on a rugged mountain road with a basket on their backs.

This is a photo of a child in Yamanaka Prefecture taken by the teachers of the Dongyuan University Support Group during a home visit ten years ago.

The last time Gu Xiaobai sang "The Ballad of the Horse", it was sung to Senior Brother Xiao Su, who was teaching.

And now, Gu Xiaobai also came to the place where Senior Brother Xiao Su taught, saw the changes here with his own eyes, saw their results, and sang "The Ballad of the Horse" again, he actually wanted to sing it to these children.

Therefore, the last "Horse Ballad" was a farewell, a sorrow, and a blessing for you to go to a distant place.

And this time, what Gu Xiaobai wants to sing is growth, change, hope, and the future.

Behind him, along with his lyrics, the photos are also changing.

The scene changes to being in a school, with children running on the playground, studying in the classroom, and looking out from the rooftop.

On the side of the stage, when Gu Xiaobai's voice sounded, Qin Chuan's flute slowly faded down, and at this time, he lowered his head and pulled out a wind instrument from the box under his feet, holding it in his hand like a flute, and another timbre sounded.

On the big screen, at the edge of the screen, beyond the changing photos of the children, a picture of an instrument appeared, and a simple caption:

""Interpretation of Names, Interpretation of Musical Instruments" said: 'Chi, crying, the sound comes out of the hole, like the cry of a baby. ’”

"Zhou makes the chi, the mouthpiece is on the top, there is a bottom, five finger holes are on the left side, and there is another large hole near the end. ”

At this time, what Qin Chuan played was the Zhou chi, and all the wind instruments were played in the same way.

Next to him, another member of the Chinese orchestra stood up, holding a Guxun.

"Bo's blowing, Zhong's blowing chi. It is a phrase in the Book of Songs, two ethereal musical instruments, entangled with each other.

Gu Xiaobai's voice is like the focus of this ethereal, bringing the entire orchestra and all the orchestrations together.

After singing a paragraph, Gu Xiaobai also lowered his head and pulled out another instrument from his feet and held it to his lips.

"The Southern Dynasty made the chi: 'Chi, with bamboo for it, six holes, one hole up, the name of the warp, the horizontal blow. (Note)

It was like Bau's voice sounding, more mellow and more cohesive.

The replacement of the two kinds of chi, like the flow of time, in the blink of an eye, it is already a thousand years.

And beside Gu Xiaobai, in the choir, the lights turned on again.

But this time, the lights were shining in the second row.

A group of teenagers and girls stood there, their age was already over ten years old, and they had begun to enter the stage of voice change, but they also had a little bit of majesty.

The recitation began.

"The one who controls the string breaks the left, and the right one destroys the moon branch.

Raise your hand to catch the flyer, lean over and scatter the horse's hooves.

Cunning than the monkey ape, brave as a leopard. ”

On the big screen behind him, the photo is still changing, turning into athletes lifting medals on the sports field, winning prizes in math competitions, and holding trophies excitedly......

Subsequently, Gu Xiaobai's singing voice started again:

"The way of the world

Three zhang wide

There is no way out in my heart

As far as the eye can see

Not for the sake of food

Pull the carriage

But it's for the wind

Over the Ten Thousand Mountains ......"

At this time, the photo on the big screen behind him has become the students with the title of the gold list hugging each other to celebrate, and in the quiet village, the students with big red flowers on their chests stand on the high platform to welcome the blessings of the whole village. In the train station, teachers and students said goodbye......

From then on, the boy embarked on a journey and began to live his own Wanzhong Mountain.

Gu Xiaobai's singing has not stopped, and the majestic recitation has slowly sounded:

"There are many police in the border cities, and the number of Hu Lu has moved.

The feather came from the north, and the horse climbed the embankment.

Long drive the Huns, left Gu Ling Xianbei. ”

In the third row, standing were already some high school juniors, their voices had become thicker, their beards and Adam's apples had grown, and although their faces were still childish, they were enough to take on the heavy responsibility.

At this time, Qin Chuan had already changed back to his flute.

He snapped his fingers and tongue, and a long hiss resounded throughout the audience.

Gu Xiaobai leaned over and also went to extract his flute, but he didn't know at this time, he didn't know who tripped the microphone line in the background, the microphone line suddenly straightened, and he heard a "whoosh", the box in Gu Xiaobai's hand was knocked down by the microphone cable, and the seven or eight wind instruments of different standards he prepared were scattered all over the stage.

Oops, there was an accident on the show!

At that moment, a long hiss rang out from the darkness.

"Herod's Laws!"