"This song ......"

In Lin Zhixuan's lounge, Hu Qiuli raised his head slightly, as if he was in some kind of thinking, while Lin Zhixuan said a little strangely: "It's not the ...... of "Yangguan Three Stacks""

"No, that's not important. ”

Hu Qiuli suddenly interrupted Lin Zhixuan's words, and a trace of doubt flashed in his eyes: "Next, you listen to this song carefully and carefully." ”

Lin Zhixuan was stunned.

And at this time, the frozen picture on the big screen has made progress again, the girl stared at the Shaolin abbot, and suddenly said without a head: "Master, you are so good-looking!"

"It's Luo Yuan!"

"And Xiao Ai!"

Some viewers have already noticed who the girl and the monk are playing, but there is no time to discuss too much, and the song that sounds particularly moving just now has already sounded again:

"Futu Tower

Several layers were broken

Whose soul ...... broken?"

Between the songs, the picture also continued, and since then, the girl often went up the mountain to ask the young host for a signature, but she changed her mind, and every sign she asked for was not marriage.

"The pain went straight to it

A broken lamp

The collapsed mountain gate ......"

The dust in front of the Buddha statue was swept away and covered, the chanting stopped and came again, and when asking for a lot, the girl was like an innocent lark, with endless words.

Girl: "Master, this year's Luoyang Competition, our show has won the championship!"

Master: "......"

Girl: "Master, wait until I buy a big fan to dance for you!"

Master: "......"

Girl: "I'm more familiar with the road of Garan Temple than Xiufang!"

Master: "......"

Buddhism says that the mind is like stopping water.

Bai Yi stood in front of the big screen, as if he was indescribably lonely and melancholy: "Let me wait a little longer, history will turn around, and wait for the wine to be mellow and wait for you to play a guzheng." ”

More and more viewers sat up straight.

If you look at it from above, this scene is quite interesting, as if the bodies of a group of spectators are connected to the same switch, and all of them react at once, including the singers in the lounge.

"Do you hear that?"

Hu Qiuli looked at Lin Zhixuan, Lin Zhixuan's expression was faintly sluggish, as if he was caught in the song, and it took a long time before he was headless and said: "It would be nice if this song were mine." ”

"I can't write it. ”

Hu Qiuli smiled bitterly and shook his head, the original dissatisfaction with Luo Yuan in his heart had long since disappeared, as Haixin said, this person is indeed a demon.

Can't afford to mess with.

The music continues, and there is no deviation because of a certain person or a certain emotion, and at the end of a certain note, the story of the girl and the host seems to have a new change.

"Master ......"

"Huh?"

On that day, the girl's red clothes were like fire and bright peach blossoms.

"I'm getting married. ”

“……”

Somehow, the beads scattered all over the place.

"Amitabha. ”

A Buddha horn sounded, and the picture was a slow motion of Buddha beads scattered, one, two, three, black, round, snapping, and the chorus that rose in a stepped shape contrasted with each other:

"It's raining

The old hometown is full of grass and trees

I've heard that you're always alone

The mottled gates of the city are entrenched in the roots of old trees, and the stone slabs reverberate with a wait

The rain is deep in the old hometown, I heard that you are still guarding the lonely city, and the sound of the shepherd's flute on the outskirts of the city falls on that wild village, and the fate has taken root is our ......"

The pictures, the songs, the music, everything is just right!

At this moment, in a room on Mango Satellite TV where he was watching the live broadcast, the professor of the Jinghua Conservatory of Music, who was nearly sixty years old, finally let out a breath of turbidity: "Is it an adaptation of "Luoyang Jialan"?"

"Listen to youth

Greeted with laughter and envy of many

The annals are too ruthless in their gentleness and refusal to write, fireworks are easy, cold people are easy to divide, and you are asking me if I am still serious......"

The singing continues.

The story continues.

The monks of the Jialan Temple still practice martial arts every morning, and then eat and chant, the sound of the wooden fish has never stopped, until the world is chaotic, the war is flying, the country will not be a country, that day the Luoyang soldiers are going to the battlefield, the city is send-off, the girls of Xiufang are invited to sing and dance, send the Luoyang soldiers.

"Poof!"

A little girl from Xiufang couldn't help laughing out loud before going on stage, she looked at the crowd and whispered: "Sisters, have you seen that there are dozens of big bald heads in the soldiers!"

"I'll see!

Many girls looked sideways, and then watched the big monks mingling among the soldiers, only to feel particularly abrupt, and couldn't help laughing and trembling.

"Don't laugh!"

A stern voice sounded, and the new owner of the show came out of the house, holding a large fan, and her red clothes were like fire.

In the crowd, a certain monk looked strange.

It was also at this time that the woman with the fan stepped forward and asked softly: "May I ask the master, is the monk who killed someone still a monk?"

"Naturally not. ”

He hesitated for a long time and gave an answer.

The woman smiled, word by word, and said firmly: "Okay, I'll wait for you to triumph." ”

And Bai Yi in front of the screen sang softly: "Who is waiting for the deep love of the world after a thousand years, and how can Qingshi not really Weishu Luoyang City, if you are following, you have passed the door in your previous life, followed me with Hongchen, and wandered all your life......"

The audience listened, watched, and fell silent.

However, netizens who watched the live broadcast outside the venue clearly saw that the eyes of several five big and three thick men in the front row were already red, and as for a certain beautiful girl who the camera took care of from time to time, the tissues were soaked.

"The rain is raining, and the grass and trees in the old hometown are deep

I have heard that you are still guarding the lonely city

The sound of the shepherd's flute on the outskirts of the city fell on that wild village—"

It seems that Bai Yi's emotions have reached a certain critical point, and the word "village" is very long, and finally it is like a roar, which instantly hits people's hearts, and then sinks down, as if crying and choking.

The monk is back.

He has become a general, he has grown gray hair, but Luoyang City is full of devastation, and it has long ceased to be prosperous, and he stood in front of a grave, laughing, laughing, and crying.

"It's us who fate takes root

Garan Temple listens to the sound of rain...... Eternal ......"

As if through a thousand years of time, the helplessness and missed in those years made the emotions brewing in the song to the extreme, the pores of the audience all over the body seemed to be stretched, and the scalp was faintly numb, and the lament that became whimpering after a sudden high note, from the gorgeous singing, from the lingering erhu accompaniment, from the heavy piano sound, from the top of people's heads to the soles of their feet.

Hemp cold and cold!

The audience seemed to be crazy for a while......

In a certain lounge, Han Shao stared at the screen with blank eyes, and at this moment, he was a little doubtful that what he heard with his ears was true: "How is this kind of arrangement possible!"

In the corner, on the sofa.

Lin Xuan suddenly felt a little weak in her body, curled up, her face was pale, and just at this time, the camera swept over Luo Yuan's strange and familiar face, and she suddenly felt a little daunted.

The song ......

Did he write it......