Stage.

Plunge into darkness.

The screen lights up and there is only one program name.

"The Art of Snow".

Performer: Chu Ming.

Seeing that Chu Ming finally appeared on the stage, the audience was excited, but they were confused.

This opening is different from Chu Ming's past.

And the name is too weird.

The art of snow?

What art can snow have?

What kind of performance is this?

The stage is dark.

There was only one beam of light, hitting the stage.

Chu Ming was like this, with a scarf around his neck, wearing a white suit, standing in the spotlight.

My hair was combed to look like an adult.

It's that scarf, it's kind of ugly.

The audience kind of wanted to laugh.

"This scarf, good earth. ”

"This scarf is the same as the one my mom bought me when I was a child, ugly and crying!"

"Now in June, what is he doing with a scarf?"

"He's like, isn't he performing close-up magic?"

"I also feel that his rhythm is different from before. ”

Everyone didn't quite understand Chu Ming's series of abnormal actions, but their attention was more concentrated.

On stage, Chu Ming smiled.

"My performance was so good that even the divas were on the same stage with me. ”

This ridicule provoked the audience to coax.

"Wow!"

"It's shameless, it's obvious that you are fortunate to partner with the diva!"

"Haha, it's still the same style!"

Chu Ming took out a blank piece of paper from his pocket and tore it up as he walked to the left side of the stage.

"Next, I'm going to give you one last show, and I'm sure you'll enjoy it. ”

"It's going to be very romantic. ”

Romantic?

A magic show, can it still be related to romance?

Chu Ming threw away the shredded confetti in his hand.

Confetti is like snowflakes, falling slowly.

Chu Ming spread his hands.

"Okay, my show, that's the end of it. ”

The audience laughed.

"Perhaps, the audience here will like it. ”

Chu Ming walked to the right and scattered scraps of paper.

Although the audience was puzzled, they applauded.

"Thank you. Chu Ming said slowly.

"As a southerner, I've seen snow on TV and movies since I was born, but I haven't seen it with my own eyes. ”

"So, in the first 10 years of my life, I had never seen winter or snow. ”

"Until ten years ago, on Chinese New Year's Eve, I was still in front of the window, wrapped around this scarf, praying for snow, and then I fell asleep. ”

"After a few hours, I was woken up by my mother in a daze, she said, Chu Ming get up quickly, so I woke up. ”

She said, look out the window, I looked out the window, I couldn't believe my eyes. ”

"Outside the window, it's snowing. ”

At this time, melodious music played.

Chu Ming's voice was like an ordinary person, telling his own story.

Soothing, yet resonating with you.

With soft music, it quickly evokes memories.

They seem to be immersed in memories, too.

Chu Ming walked to the center of the stage, there was only a white light, hitting him, he opened his arms, raised his head, and was as happy as a child.

"I rushed out of the house, crying and laughing in the snowflakes that were falling. ”

"It was the first time I had seen such magic with my own eyes. ”

"When winter passed and spring came, I tore up the paper and threw it into the sky to see the snow, trying to recreate the feeling I had when I first saw the snow. ”

"Then, there were confetti all over the floor, and I was beaten up by my mom several times. ”

Chu Ming smiled helplessly, "Don't say you haven't had such an experience. ”

Laughter was heard from the audience.

Many people recall their childhood, and it is true that they have had such troubles.

"This is how I kept the magic in my childhood. ”

"And now, I understand that the dream of maintaining childlike innocence is the most important thing for magicians. ”

The lights shone slightly into the center of the stage.

Two days of large blowers, and a small platform about half a meter high, appeared in front of people.

Chu Ming walked up to the stage and took off the scarf around his neck.

"The secret of magic is actually very simple. ”

"If you believe in Him, if you need Him strongly. “

"Then nothing in the world is impossible. ”

Chu Ming opened the scarf, held it in his hand, and rubbed his fingers through the scarf a few times.

Many white snowflakes kept popping out of the scarf.

Cooperate with the blower to blow the snowflakes away.

After a while, Chu Ming threw the scarf away.

For a moment, he paused his empty hands, then put his hands together, his fingers moving back and forth.

Many white snowflakes flew out from Chu Ming's hands.

Chu Ming stopped.

However, the snowflakes in the sky are still falling slowly like goose feathers.

The soft lights complement the white snow.

The sky is falling.

Even, spread to the entire gymnasium.

An audience member reached out and touched the snowflakes.

The snowflakes fell on the palms of the hands, quickly melted and turned back into water droplets.

There are even those who are brave enough to taste it and call it out instantly.

"Oh my God!"

"It's snow, it's real snow!"

"It's not a chemical, it's really, it's snowing!"

"Chu Ming made it really snow in the gymnasium!"

Listened to the exclamations of the audience.

Many viewers have tried it, there is no peculiar smell, no pollution.

Even the shape of the snowflakes is so beautiful and flawless.

Beauty!

This picture, this music, this atmosphere.

So beautiful!

It's like it's really snowy in winter!

In June, someone staged a beautiful winter snow scene.

It's nothing short of a miracle!

Strands of hair were stained with snowflakes and slightly wet clothes.

But no one showed a reproachful tone, but a look of surprise at the snowy sky.

Northerners can never understand how much the children of the south yearn for snowflakes.

Because in the north, the snow is so ordinary, but in the south, it is the beautiful white moonlight in memory.

Most of those present were southerners.

This is especially true in the south, where snow is rarely seen.

Looking at the snow, they seem to feel the joy and joy of childhood.

Chu Ming looked at the snowflakes in the sky, and the tears in his eyes were also a touch of nostalgia.

He stepped off the small stage, picked up a quilt on the stage, and walked back to the stage.

With his back to the audience, he held it high with a quilt and covered his whole body.

Then, the height of the quilt slowly drops, slowly descends, and becomes the height of a child.

Chu Ming let go of his hand, and the quilt slid off his head and back on the stage.

Standing on the small platform, it was no longer Chu Ming, but a child.

A child who looks like a schoolboy.

Isn't he Chu Ming?

But the clothes on his body, as well as his silhouette and appearance, are clearly carved out of the same mold as Chu Ming.

The audience realized something.

reminds me of Chu Ming's opening remarks about his childhood moments.

I couldn't help but exclaim.

Could it be time travel!

This kid is Chu Ming ten years ago!

Xiao Chuming climbed off the small platform, stood on the stage, raised his head, looked at the snowflakes, and had a bright smile on his face.

The lights were dimmed.

There was only a pillar of light, hitting Xiao Chuming's body.

He stood with his arms up, his head tilted, slowly spinning, and smiling with joy and happiness.

This scene is like a stage play.

The atmosphere was romantic to the extreme.