It was already full, and with the sound of a gong, the voice gradually became low.

The lights on all four sides were dimmed, and the stage curtain slowly opened, and a beam of lights snapped in the middle.

A crisp pipa sound like a tinkling stream sounded, not abrupt at all, cleverly suppressing all the noise, and then someone reconciled with Qin Qin, and the whole space was suddenly surrounded by ethereal music.

Lu Zi'an narrowed his eyes slightly and listened with enjoyment.

The curtain was all opened, revealing the eight-member band on the stage, sitting or standing, with a melodious flute and flute playing, but not chaotic, and the tune was elegant and smooth.

This is the "Neon Dress Song" in the Eight Great Songs of Jiangnan Silk and Bamboo, the style is elegant and delicate, and the voices of each instrument are both unique and harmonious with each other when playing in the ensemble.

At first, it was okay, although some people didn't understand, they still respected and listened honestly.

But after a long time, they got impatient, and the phone calls were endless, and some people were even muttering about when the Yuebai girl would come.

The more Lu Zi'an listened, the more his brows furrowed, and in the end, the audience was too loud, and no one even reacted for a few seconds when the performance on the stage was completed.

It was only when they took a curtain call that everyone hurriedly applauded, and Lu Zi'an was so angry that his liver hurt.

The host came to the stage to stir up the atmosphere, and he frowned and looked at Shen Mange: "Who is Yuebai?"

Shen Mange blinked: "I just heard them discuss, it seems to be a new star, very beautiful, quite popular, many people here are her fans." ”

Well, he got it.

Lu Zi'an sighed, and the reaction to the next two shows was similar, and he became more and more irritated in his heart.

If you want to listen to a good song, you can't listen to it at all! The surrounding crowd was all in a commotion, saying that the moon was coming soon.

If it weren't for the iron flower, he would have left a long time ago.

Fortunately, the iron flower was scheduled for the next show, and he sighed, sat down and waited quietly.

The tarpaulin behind the stage slowly lowered, leaving only a piece of transparent plastic to hide, and everyone could see the night sky at a glance.

There were shouts in the distance, and a shed more than a foot high was erected on the low and wide front lawn.

Shen Mange said softly: "Brother Zi'an, what is that?"

Lu Zi'an's eyes were good, and he replied casually: "That's the flower shed, and there are fresh willow branches on it, and there are a lot of fireworks, firecrackers and other things tied to the branches, and the pole in the middle is also tied to it." ”

The furnace of molten iron is set on the flat ground, and the masters pour coal into it, blow it with a blower, and the red furnace fire burns, and some masters pour the iron liquid into the flower sticks.

Flower sticks are actually fresh willow sticks, and the top of the stick has a circular groove with a diameter of 3 cm to hold the iron juice.

The flower sticks with iron juice are called upper sticks, and the flower sticks without iron juice are called lower sticks.

The flower beater was naked, with a gourd scoop on his head, and quickly ran to the bottom of the flower shed, and slammed the upper rod with the lower stick.

The gong sounded, the ancient music sounded in unison, accompanied by the whirring sound of the iron flower master, more than a dozen flower beaters one after another, one followed by the other, back and forth between the furnace and the flower shed.

A stick of iron flowers rises to the sky, another stick follows one after another, the iron juice in the stick rushes to the flower shed, and the willow branches on the roof of the shed immediately burst out and rush to the night sky, like fire trees and silver flowers, gorgeous and colorful, dazzling.

The iron flowers in the sky, like rain like waterfalls, like umbrellas and covers, caused everyone to be amazed.

"Wow!

"It's so good, they're not afraid of getting hot!"

Shen Mange was also surprised: "Wow, it's really amazing, they're so fast! Really, I'm worried that they will be burned, this is molten iron!"

"Fight white but not red, play fast and not slow!" Lu Zi'an was full of admiration, and explained with a smile: "When these old artists hit the wooden stick in their hands, the force is very clever and fast, and the iron flowers are very large, and the iron flower rain formed after scattering is very small, and after it falls, it becomes fine iron filings, and the temperature decreases rapidly, even if it falls on the body, it will not cause much damage." ”

Therefore, the process of hitting the iron flower cannot tolerate the slightest sloppiness, and the whole process is bold and careful.

Tiehua lit the firecrackers and fireworks on the shed again, and suddenly, the iron flower hung upside down like a volcanic eruption, and the firecrackers rang out like a fierce battle between the two armies.

The crowd erupted in cheers, many people were taking various cameras, and some even stood up.

Lu Zi'an smiled with relief, it seems that traditional culture is still ......

At this time, a more enthusiastic commotion suddenly erupted in the crowd, and many people in front stood up and screamed excitedly, and the sound even drowned out the sound of the iron flower.

"Ahhh

"Goddess Goddess!"

Many people squeezed in front of them, and the left side quickly emptied more than half of it, and the brilliant iron flower that bloomed in the air was no longer looked at.

Lu Zi'an stubbornly raised his head, looked fixedly at the iron flower that was gradually burning out in the air, and held on until the last second when it disappeared without retracting his gaze for a long time, and his heart was sad.

I don't know when, the iron flower has stopped, the night sky is silent again, and the masters are quietly packing up their utensils.

In a shout, the host came to the stage to announce that the next show would be sung by Yuebai.

The audience erupted in shouts of excitement, and countless people waved glow sticks with great excitement.

Lu Zi'an slowly got up and left the scene.

Shen Mange looked at his thin and thin back, and his throat felt as uncomfortable as if it had been stalked by something.

She looked back, Yuebai had already taken the stage, and she was delicate and beautiful like a flower in the bright lights.

On the other hand, the old artists who had finished performing the iron flower had already packed up their utensils, and they were too far away for her to see their faces clearly, and she could only watch them gradually disappear from view......

Back at the hotel, Lu Zi'an sat down in front of the sofa and lit a cigarette.

I don't know why, he suddenly wanted to open the live broadcast room, just like he has been doing for the past few years, do nothing, quietly do his wood carving, they may send a few, or maybe nothing, everything is so natural and casual.

After he opened the live broadcast room, there were less than fifty people.

[Wow, what a surprise, I didn't expect the master to start a live broadcast so late!]

[Master, don't cut wood, make something!]

[Yes, yes, I heard that Yuebai also went to Dongyangye, master, have you seen her, hehe. 】

Lu Zi'an took a puff of cigarette and spit out a smoke ring: "There are very few people today." ”

[There's a game final tonight, they're all going to watch the game live!]

[This platform is already small, and there are not many people. 】

[Yes, it's too small, alas, if it weren't for the master, I wouldn't have bothered to come. 】

Lu Zi'an didn't speak again, squinted his eyes and slowly finished smoking the whole cigarette, a lot of words were swiped on the screen, and some people retreated in anger when they saw that he didn't do anything.

There were fewer people in the live broadcast room, Lu Zi'an slowly put out the cigarette and exited the live broadcast room.

It is false to say that it is not uncomfortable, he once saw an iron flower when he was a child, and he has never forgotten it, following the hazy memory of his childhood, chasing the mysterious flower without "smoke", but intoxicated by the gorgeous iron flower.

Such a magnificent, majestic, festive and auspicious traditional and unique performance failed in front of a female star.

It was as if there was hot molten iron flowing in his heart, burning his chest for a while, as if he was sad and more energetic.

He couldn't control himself, he wanted to do something!

He couldn't turn a blind eye to all this!