Chapter 104 Golden Stone, Ribbon Rain

Luo Yuxuan changed her to another lyrical version, no apologies, no regrets, no lingering, turning the song into a quiet and peaceful sound, which made people want to close their eyes peacefully, and when they opened it again, they were already in tears. Pen & Fun & Pavilion www.biquge.info

Until Luo Yuxuan finished singing for a minute, there was not a single applause, nor a cheer.

Everyone was in silence.

Making people noisy is the most contagious, but making people quiet is another power that cannot be compared.

The singers on stage also waited for this minute.

Luo Yuxuan took the microphone off the stand and walked towards the center stage with Quan Renquan, talking as he walked.

"Please, Jinguangshi!"

All the fans were stunned, the first is that the name is somewhat familiar, but they don't dare to think about that person, but who else can appear behind the peak of Luo Yuxuan, Jeon In-kwon, Lee Sun-hee, etc., who else is there in South Korea besides him?

But soon, some viewers in front of the TV decided on the name.

Countless people almost knocked over the TV and computer in front of them.

For the first time ever, the audience was in turmoil.

"Please be quiet." A voice so unique that it gave everyone goosebumps calmed the commotion.

"No way, hasn't he been dead for a long time?"

"Golden Stone? Golden lightstone? He's not dead? ”

"Ahh The voice just now, is it him? ”

"Jin Guangshi, really not dead? Oh my God, crazy. ”

The whole of Korea began to talk about it.

But as the music sounded, everyone suppressed their excited bodies, pressed their frantic heartbeats, and stared at the screen with wide eyes.

A strong beam of light hit the stage, as if opening a time and space tunnel, and a man in an old-fashioned 80s suit and old-fashioned hair walked slowly with a guitar on his back and a harmonica in his hand.

Everyone gasped, then trembled with excitement.

Every country will have a figure who has been praised by others, and South Korea is not necessarily praised by the president, but this singer has been praised for nearly 20 years.

Because he is a singer who sings the Korean nation with his soul.

He is the soul of Korean folk music, singing the sorrow and history of a nation with his singing voice.

His skills are not the best, his voice is indeed the cleanest, unlike Luo Yuxuan's, his voice is purer than pure, his songs are not singing for anything, but singing for singing.

If a person can only do one thing well in his life, Jin Guangshi's short thirty-two years of vitality, he did a good job of singing, so that later, no one could match.

Until now, few people dared to sing his songs, for fear of tarnishing the sacred.

But every Korean should have listened to his songs since childhood, and those who have listened to his songs will never forget the pure sadness and deep-rooted love in the hearts of the people for the rest of their lives.

The sound of the harmonica sounded slowly, and there was already crying in the audience.

The golden stone in the pillar of light began to hum softly, and the audience could no longer hold back their tears.

Luo Yuxuan and the others hummed softly to echo the melody, and looked at the not-so-tall figure in the pillar of light with awe.

This man shoulders the soul of national music and is also the savior of music.

A song "Write to the Dark Sky"

In the hundreds of thousands of tears and humming, as if tearing the already dark sky, there was a large number of helicopters roaring in the sky, and people immersed in grief looked up, and they didn't know when so many helicopters took off in the sky, and under the dazzling searchlights, something seemed to float down.

Like snowflakes, it was sprinkled all over Jeju Island.

Someone picked it up, and it wasn't snowflakes, it was yellow ribbons.

With the prayers and blessings of relatives to their long-lost loved ones.

The origin of the yellow ribbon is a novel published in the New York Post on October 14, 1971: a silent man sitting on a long-distance bus finally opens his mouth under the cross-examination of a young tourist in the same car. It turned out that he had just been released from prison, and before his release, he had written to his wife: if she had another home, he would not blame her; If she still loves him, and wants him to go back, tie a yellow ribbon to the old oak tree at the entrance of the town; If it weren't for the yellow ribbon, he would have gone with the car and would never bother her...... The car was almost at its destination, and from a distance, dozens or hundreds of yellow ribbons were hung on the old oak tree at the entrance of the town, and the passengers on the car cheered.

Yellow ribbons rained from the sky, and everyone closed their eyes, folded their hands on their chests and prayed.

The reappearance of the deceased Jin Guangshi is because Wang Luo used Hollywood's most advanced virtual image reconstruction technology, more than five minutes of light and shadow special effects, and he spent more than 5 million US dollars to rush out.

These helicopters in the sky are also generous, ten in two groups, in shifts to sprinkle yellow ribbons in the sky, nearly 10 million yellow ribbons, Wang Luo wants to sprinkle all over the radius of Hui Han City, just to pray for blessings.

In fact, before he didn't know the truth about the shipwreck, Wang Luo didn't want to make much of a big deal about it, but there are some things, after knowing it, it depends on his conscience whether he does it or not.

Wang Luo can't change the past that has happened, but he hopes that more people can feel the existence of the future, and be him to have peace of mind.

"It's twelve o'clock." Wang Luo also walked out of the underground lounge, stood in the rain of yellow ribbons, looked up at the sky illuminated by the helicopter's searchlight, reached out and grabbed a fluttering yellow ribbon, and whispered.

The light flickered on his face.

.........

Standing on the roof of the Banyan Church with a cane in her hand, Bishop Choi looked out at the direction of Jeju Island under the bright moon on the horizon, as if she could see something in her old bark-wrinkled face and squinted eyes.

She had been standing here for a long time, and she knew the dull and light chiming of the church's big pendulum clock.

"It's twelve." Bishop Choi muttered to himself, stretching out his trembling hand to the moon, as if to answer something, "It's time to go home." ”

Bishop Cui's voice was so small that it was almost blown away by the cold wind at midnight, but she still said two things.

Until a yellow ribbon slowly floated down from the palm of his hand.

A strange smile appeared on Bishop Cui's old face, and he exclaimed, "I'm home." ”

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Ms. Park knelt on the deck of the warship, clasped her hands together and prayed intently, but she did not dare to pick up a yellow ribbon on the deck.

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