"The canopy,

White dew is frost.

The so-called Iraqi people,

On the water side.

Retrospectively,

The road is long and obstructive.

Tracing from it,

It's like in the middle of the water. ”

In the midst of the song, the war continues.

A huge city with wars burning out everywhere.

Jiang Wei and Princess Moran, with their respective subordinates, each guarded a battlement, and between the two battlements, the monster "flowed" like a river.

The song surged like a tide, crossing the cruel, cold, bloody battlefield.

In the shadow of the sword and sword, the two people supported each other, helped each other, and survived this continuous siege together.

War is always so cruel.

And in the midst of the war, the distance between the two people is so far, but the hearts are slowly getting closer.

There are some things that cannot be resisted and cannot be stopped.

Gu Xiaobai's "Song, Dance, Poetry" really takes "small songs and big songs" and "big songs and small songs" to the extreme.

"Yanyan", which expresses the feeling of parting, can be a bloody wedding.

"Ge Sheng", which expresses the feeling of longing, can be a farewell to the past and a yearning for adventure.

"June", which expresses the invasion of foreign enemies, can also be a self-transcendent introspection.

And "Pu Jia", which expresses longing, can be dependent on each other on the battlefield under the feelings of family and country.

Listening to the song, looking at the battle scene that can be called a top magic blockbuster, and the cool action design, netizens almost forgot to breathe.

Finally finished singing "Pu Jia" for the first time, and was completely suppressed by Gu Xiaobai's singing, and the soundtrack, which was almost inaudible after mixing, slowly increased the volume, and the camera gradually raised, the pale blue sky, and the sun shone on the earth.

It doesn't matter if it's killing or death.

The sun's aperture spreads, and the picture becomes snow-white.

Under the soundtrack of strings, the sound of rushing water sounds.

The snow-white glow was transformed into a warm dusk yellow hue.

The sun has set in the west, shining on the battlefield after the war.

The sound of horses' hooves came, and Jiang Wei, who was covered in fishy blood, walked over from afar with black dates.

The lonely city towered in the distance, and in the gap in the collapsed wall, the burning sun stretched his shadow.

Gu Xiaobai's singing voice sounded again.

This time, it was so gentle, so soft that it seemed that a little loud noise could scare the sun into setting.

"The canopy,

White dew is frost.

The so-called Iraqi people,

On the water side. ”

With a "bang", Jiang Wei threw the armor stained with black blood and scorch marks on his body to the ground, squatting by the water and washing his hands.

The blood-stained hands flowed into a stream of blood on the water, spreading into the distance.

The camera slowly zoomed up, washing the armor and swords on their bodies, and even the soldiers who jumped into the water to bathe, the blood on their bodies dyed the river red, as if red paint was poured in, and slowly flowed downstream.

The camera zoomed up again, and outside the city walls, countless monster corpses were lying on the ground, some as small as cats and dogs, and some larger than giant elephants.

By the river, the soldiers took off their blood-stained armor and washed their stiffened clothes.

I don't know who plucked a piece of reed, put it in his mouth, and whistled like a child's whimper.

Jiang Wei sighed heavily, not knowing if it was because of physical soreness or mental exhaustion.

He threw away his armor and sword, lay down by the river, plucked a leaf of a reed, and blew a gentle tune in his mouth.

The wind blew the reeds and made a rustling sound. The melody of reed whistles and reed leaves lingers in the twilight.

Black Jujube stood quietly beside him, kissing his forehead with his lips, interrupting his playing.

He reached out and rubbed the head of the black date vigorously, letting go of the reed leaf in his hand.

A gust of wind blew, and the reed leaves were blown up and flew over the reeds.

"Retrospectively,

The road is long and obstructive.

Tracing from it,

It's like in the middle of the water. ”

That leaf, flying over the winding river, over the reeds swaying in the evening breeze, over all the hustle and bustle, over the silhouette of the setting sun, fell into the water upstream.

The camera focused on the reed leaves that were fluttering in the water, with a ** ripple, and in the distance, a vague figure slowly appeared, and the figure took off his armor while walking to the water's edge.

With a "knock, knock" sound, the heavy armor fell to the ground, and then a pair of jade feet reached into the water.

At this point, the camera changes to a bird's-eye view.

The blood-stained body plunged into the river, and on the surface of the water, a blood-colored ripple like a human shape spread, and in the center of the blood, a snow-white body slowly emerged.

It's like an orchid in the water.

The sound of "whooshing and whoa" came from the water, and the snow-white figure swam to the middle of the water and slowly untied the bun on his head.

The blood-stained hair spread out in the water, like black aquatic weeds.

The song continues:

"Pu Jia is desolate,

White dew is not dawning.

The so-called Iraqi people,

In the water of Mae. ”

Her slender but strong, frayed, cracked hands caressed her shoulders, her neck, her waist and abdomen.

The picture is seductive and holy.

Her body has the softness of a woman, the fortitude of a warrior,

The camera slowly spirals upward, just enough to block the direction where the residence might go because of her movements.

Suddenly, her hand touched the wound on her back, and she gasped, her chapped lips tightly pursed, and her brow furrowed.

She took a few deep breaths, looked up, and looked at the sky.

The lens goes straight up, up.

In the long river that runs across the wasteland, the green reeds, the blood-colored water, and a little white.

She is like the only holiness in this world.

In the lower reaches of the river, Jiang Wei was already lying on the bank and asleep.

The black jujube was gnawing on the grass beside him, and in the cage around his waist, Di Jiang was buzzing at the black jujube.

The black jujube's mouth came over and nibbled on the hay of the woven cage, and after a few strokes, the cage was gnawed out of a hole.

The gnats jumped out of the cage with a "bang", and Di Jiang also flew out of the cage, buzzed around the black jujube a few times, and flew into the distance.

The camera follows the Dijiang River, and under the macro, its wings and fluff on its body are delicate.

The sun has gradually set below the horizon, and on the distant horizon, a golden arc has been burned, and the Dijiang River is flying on the burning horizon, looking left and right.

Suddenly, it saw Princess Moran bathing, flew over with a "buzz", sat down on a reed leaf, picked up its six legs in front of it, looked at it for a while, sighed contentedly, then shook its head, and turned and flew downstream.

Jiang Wei was still sleeping there.

"Buzz buzz buzz ......" Di Jiang jumped and jumped on Jiang Wei's head, and finally woke Jiang Wei up.

Jiang Wei waved his hand impatiently, trying to drive Di Jiang away, but Di Jiang jumped on his hand, opened his mouth wide and took a bite.

"Whew!", Jiang Wei finally came to his senses.

He brandished a baton, chased Di Jiang, and ran out for hundreds of meters, but he was suddenly stunned.

In the river, Princess Moran tilted her head and rubbed her long hair in the river.

Jiang Wei stood there in a daze, and the song floated from afar:

"Retrospectively,

The road is blocked and climbed.

Tracing from it,

It's like a drop in the water. ”