At the beginning of the performance, the brothers and sisters of the Dao family took the lead.

Dao Qing danced a peacock dance alone, and Dao Yu played a cheerful "Bird Girl" with the Dai folk instrument Ling.

It is a folk plucked string instrument of the Dai nationality, also known as the horse leg qin, the broken dragon ling, and the shape is similar to the ox leg qin of the Dong nationality.

The performances of the brother and sister are self-contained, but they complement each other perfectly.

The cheerful and bright Dai folk music "Bird Girl", with the graceful, elegant, light and agile peacock dance, is pleasing to the eye, and at the same time, it also shows the cultural characteristics of the Dai people to the fullest.

At the end of the performance, the brothers and sisters of the Dao family walked off the stage with warm applause from the audience.

"This performance doesn't give me a little way to live!"

"For the first time, I found that the peacock dance was so beautiful!"

"I think it may be that the girl is beautiful, so the dance is beautiful!"

"Qing'er is like an elf in my mind!"

"Is that instrument called Ling? I've never heard of it before! Sure enough, every nation has its own unique culture and characteristics!"

"I feel like I'm going to be cold...... I feel sorry for the baby Yibo Xu, huh!"

While lamenting that the combination of Qingyu is simply buggy, netizens also conducted a new round of silence for Qin Xu and the two......

The brothers and sisters of the Dao family left the stage, and Qin Xu and Chen Yuxin also stepped onto the stage.

In the picture, the bright stage suddenly became pitch black, and the next moment, the lights gradually turned on, and a historical picture of the modern Republic of China period slowly unfolded.

At the same time, music played.

A long, low-back, long-term drama was played first, with the props and scenes full of Republic of China characteristics on the stage, as if people were instantly pulled back to that time.

Pull back to that period of time that is not so far away, pull back to that era when the people's customs were simple and the people's wisdom began to recover.

Chen Yuxin wore a water-green shirt with a black knee-length skirt, two braids on her shoulders at will, and her toes rose slightly, fully showing her elegant and quiet temperament, and adding a bit of cuteness and liveliness to this demureness.

Behind her was an old plane tree, and next to the plane tree was a simple house, and through the simple lattice window on the house, she could clearly see the figure busy in front of the stove.

The figure was fat, not tall, with white hair, and was staring at the tumbling things in the pot while adding firewood to the stove.

Chen Yuxin slowly walked to the side of the thick plane tree, stretched out her fingers, and gently stroked the veins on its body, as if she was feeling, as if she was looking for something......

There were three or two magpies hanging from the branches of the plane tree, and the magpies did not move or call, but they seemed to add a touch of life to this static picture.

Chen Yuxin slowly closed her eyes, beating in her heart, and then, the song sounded.

"The sycamore in the yard, that's the vicissitudes of grandpa's grandfather. ”

"The magpie is not in a hurry, and it sings well when it falls on the branch......"

"The old wood-paneled house, through the lattice window"

"I still remember my grandmother's pumpkin soup......"

Suddenly, the light became soft and golden, like the afterglow of the setting sun, shining through the thin lattice window on the busy old figure crouching in front of the stove.

The picture is not clear, there is a hazy feeling.

It's like the sincere emotion in the depths of people's memories, like the painful memories hidden in the heart that they don't want to mention, like the heartache when they are separated from each other in life and death, and when they never see each other again, it's like drinking the pumpkin soup made by their grandmother in their sleep with their eyes closed......

It's like...... The past that can't be returned!

Can't go back!

We who know how to cherish only after losing can only find comfort and self-healing from memories......

The props on the stage are not realistic, just some large plastic dolls.

They stand there quietly, as if they want to pierce the peace and tranquility in your memory nakedly and mercilessly, so that you can clearly realize that the kind face, the beautiful past can only live in your own memory forever.

During the show, the scene was silent.

Outside the show, the barrage is also gradually decreasing.

There seems to be a kind of longing lingering in people's hearts.

The cutting is continuous, and the rationalization is still messy.

In the next second, the light changed and hit Qin Xu's body, he was simply wearing a white shirt, clean and refreshing.

His gaze was gentle and full of emotion.

His voice was warm and equally full of emotion.

He opened his mouth to sing, briskly and nostalgic.

"Mr. is in the school, shaking his head and shaking his head, and the ruler is always in his hand. ”

"The chapters of the Three Character Sutra, we read loudly. ”

Qin Xu had a smile on his face, as if he had a sweet dream after being satisfied when he was a child.

Next to him is a school, with bright windows, neat and simple.

A group of little children who don't know the world sit upright in their seats, raising their heads and listening to the gentleman in front of them seriously, but secretly making faces at each other.

Mr. Teach sat quietly in a chair, with a goatee, a serious and meticulous face.

In the school, there seems to be the sound of reading aloud......

The singing continues.

"The mottled archway, the remnants of the broken chapter, the payment is unknown. ”

"The wine shop on the street is bustling with people, who is still arguing to come to two or two. ”

Skimming past the private school, it is a dilapidated wine shop, the tables and chairs inside are still neat, but it is full of dust, and the once proud archway has now become mottled, hanging weakly outside the door, as if protesting against the years do not spare people, and do not spare the archway.

There seems to be a voiceover sounding at this point.

The tattered liquor shop has become full of people again.

The plaque also became bright and shining.

The sound of the guests urging the food and complaining was endless.

Xiao Er's face was flushed with a hurry, and the shopkeeper was also red with a smile.

……

The lights dimmed again, and the bright moonlight shone on the dilapidated liquor store, on the deserted private school, on the plane tree in front of the courtyard, and on the path leading to the home......

When the chorus arrived, Chen Yuxin closed her eyes, and the emotions that had been brewing for a long time seemed to have suddenly found an outlet for catharsis.

"The moonlight in the dream is sprinkled all over the alley home. Hold on to time, but you're no longer by my side!"

She sang vigorously and threw herself into the performance.

The lights faded away, leaving only this corner.

The bright moonlight shone on her body, and there was no longer the peace and tranquility of childhood.

It's white, not like the world.

She walked in this uninhabited alley, and her shadow was stretched longer and longer.

Her heart was beating faster and faster, and she was getting more and more nervous.

Her steps grew slower, more hesitant, more panicked.

She finally reached the end of the alley, and moved step by step to the big plane tree that she often climbed up and down in her childhood memories, and stared quietly.

Tears filled her eyes at some point, and she stretched out her hand, trembling and wanting to touch the texture of the plane tree again, as if she wanted to touch the kind face in her memory again.

Brush!

All the lights that had been shining on the small house suddenly disappeared, and the humble wooden house, along with the kind faces in his memory, was swallowed up by darkness in an instant.

And the pumpkin soup that the man had cooked all his life and hadn't finished......

The light shone on Chen Yuxin's face and also on the branches of the plane tree.

Chen Yuxin had tears on her face, but she had a quiet smile.

The plane tree is still the same, as if welcoming the wanderer home......

The sound of the piano died down, but it was still melodious.

The story is over, and he is still wandering.

The little songs that my grandmother hummed will always reverberate on the bluestone slab, echoing in this ...... Black and white alley ......