After singing a paragraph, the guitar behind it became a strumming string, the volume was much louder, and the bass tone was obviously a little heavier.

Gu Xiaobai's voice was slightly raised, with a little hoarse and magnetic.

"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 ......"

The bass's deep bass steadily dragged Gu Xiaobai's alto and reverberated throughout the audience.

It's like there's a wind from the grassland, blowing through the scene.

"Lan Lan, look, Xiaobai is singing. The graduate student switched zoom and pulled the stage closer.

brought Gu Xiaobai closer, and also narrowed the subtitles on the stage.

"The two of them are-for-tat, a year has passed, and he is leaving......"

"Before he left, he asked someone to take this picture......

A photograph that appears on the big screen.

A smiling young man, holding an unhappy teenager, stood in front of a dilapidated and low school building.

"There is also a sentence left......"

"If you have the ability, come to Dongyuan University to find me!"

The photo freezes on the screen.

Offstage, Xiao Su's fists were clenched and he looked somewhere in front of him.

On the other side of the stage, in the teacher's area, Zhao Xingsheng felt that his eyes were blurred.

He turned his head and looked behind him, and the eyes of the master and apprentice met again.

At this moment, in Zhao Xingsheng's tears, what he saw was Xiao Su's appearance ten years ago.

That naughty teenager, grown up.

After another part of singing, behind the scenes, the black bear drummer gently stepped on the kick drum.

The drums come in, creating a stronger atmosphere, lower bass, but still soft.

Subtitles are changing:

"Ten years later......"

"Department of History, Dongyuan University, this once stubborn child ......"

"He's going to go......"

Gu Xiaobai closed his eyes and raised his head, and at that moment, his voice became extraordinarily broad, even a little hoarse:

"You're leaving

Don't look back.

Your north

Hurry up day and night

You're leaving

Even if the mountain is high and the road is far away

You are a steed

It's a horse

Hey......"

An exclamation sounded from the audience, but it quickly disappeared again, as if it was worried that Gu Xiaobai would be disturbed like this.

Most people heard Gu Xiaobai sing with such a timbre for the first time.

Like the wind blowing through the grassland, like clouds drifting across the lake, like caressing the rough bark with your hands, like a faded photo finally found out from the corner, seeing the face of the past, I can't help but raise my face.

Gu Xiaobai held the microphone, closed his eyes, and sang passionately.

In the audience, whether it is the graduates who have left the school or Xiao Su, who are about to teach graduate students, they are all brought into their emotions by this song.

It's not sadness, it's sorrow, it's not just sorrow.

On the big screen behind Gu Xiaobai, the freeze-frame photo is slowly changing.

Some faded, blurry old photos gradually turned into two other smiling faces.

The rebellious child has become a heroic youth.

And the young people of that year had a mature appearance.

They stood in front of the gate of Dongyuan University, staring into the distance.

At this moment, the flute sounded again.

The melodious sound of the flute echoed at the scene.

The front of the stage was as quiet as if there was no one, and they looked up at Gu Xiaobai, whose head was slightly shaking with the sound of the flute, and Qin Chuan, who was quietly playing the flute.

Gu Xiaobai's performance, this is the first time it has been so quiet.

But in the silence, there seems to be a kind of power accumulating.

After the interlude ended, Gu Xiaobai spoke again and began the main song for the second time.

"You're a horse

Keel Junyo ......"

The lights on the stage gradually turned on, revealing Brother Yao, who was playing the guitar next to him, and the other members of the band in the back.

They leaned in front of the microphone, whispering harmonizes.

A deep harmony filled the room.

The melody of this song is very simple, listening to Gu Xiaobai sing it again, many people in the audience have already begun to sing along.

The low singing voice echoed throughout the audience.

Senior Sister Jing held the hands of her best friends tightly and sang in a low voice.

Holding his mobile phone, he and Lan Lan's senior brother in the video hummed in a low voice.

Lan Lan, who was on the other side of the phone, was also humming along.

Even people who can't sing can't help but start beating the beat.

Lao Hong shook his head, and the three hairs on his head waved in the wind.

He smiled, but looked up at the sky.

Open-air stadium with dim stage lighting.

The sky is dotted with stars.

Beside him, Professor Chen lowered his head and gently wiped away his tears.

No one knows what he came up with in mind.

How many times are there separations in a person's life?

How many reunions are there again?

Is it more parting, or more reunion?

Gu Xiaobai sang the chorus again:

"You're leaving

Don't look back.

Your north

Hurry up day and night

You're leaving

Even if the mountain is high and the road is far away

You are a steed

It's a horse

Hey......"

Principal Wu couldn't help but turn his head and look at the densely seated students behind him, his face full of pride.

These children are horses.

And at this time, it was time for them to leave the grassland and cross the Ten Thousand Mountains!

I only hope that they can follow their own hearts and become real pillars of talent as the song sings.

He looked up at the stage again, and Gu Xiaobai, who was singing quietly, had an even more proud look on his face.

This is the best student of our Dongyuan University!

At this moment, in the rear, the black bear spirit drummer, who had been playing quietly and rhythmically, suddenly moved loudly.

His two drum sticks quickly smashed on the two toms in front of him at the same time, and at the same time, the kick drum under his feet also stepped on heavily.

"Tom ......Tom

The sound of the tom drum is getting faster and louder.

It seems that some strength is accumulating, and it is like thousands of horses are approaching.

At the same time, the members of the band, low harmonies, sometimes high and sometimes low, sometimes loud and sometimes dark.

"Hey......"

"Hey~"

"Hey......"

"Hey-"

Qin Chuan's flute blew the melody again, accompanied by the chanting of the high and low at that time, melodious and tactful.

Suddenly, the harmony suddenly increased: "Hey!!"

Then the drums stopped, the flutes stopped, the guitars and basses stopped.

All that remains is the hoofed voice of the keyboardist.

Thousands of troops and horses galloped on the grassland.

At this moment, Gu Xiaobai raised his hand and brought it to his lips.

Only then did everyone notice that there was an extra flute in his hand, I don't know when.

Qin Chuan next to him has a flute in C key in his hand, but this one in Gu Xiaobai's hand is in E key.

"Woo-" first a short attack, and then I saw Gu Xiaobai's body tremble suddenly, his breath changed, his fingertips trembled, the trilling of the flower tongue was connected to the shaking of the flying fingers, and under the gorgeous skills, a similar horse neighing sound exploded from his flute sound.

"Whew, the law ↗—"

"Wow!" exclaimed the audience, is that the sound of a flute?

Flute...... Can you also simulate the neighing of a horse?

Everyone has always known that the horse-head qin and the erhu are the best at simulating the sound of horse neighing.

But what most of them don't know is that the flute can actually do it.

It is not as realistic as the horse-head qin and erhu.

But it's like a god.

As soon as Gu Xiaobai's horse neighing fell, Qin Chuan raised his hand, his arm raised, and he trembled.

"Sigh ~ neigh, neigh, ......" The more hoarse neighing of horses also sounded.

(Note: The flute simulates the sound of a horse's neighing, which is a technique of modern flute music, and is slightly exaggerated in the text.) ）

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