On the stage, when Fu Chenxue's elegant and noble figure appeared again, the applause in the "Century Pavilion" was thunderous. Fu Chenxue smiled and waved to the audience to thank her, saying, "Thank you very much for your care and support, in fact, it is also my honor to spend a wonderful afternoon with so many people!" In order to thank you for your kindness, I would like to sing another song and dedicate this song to Ms. Lin Banxiang! Thank you for her constant care and support for me--" As soon as the words fell, deafening cheers rang out inside and outside the "Century Pavilion", reaching through the sky. Everyone was excited, looking forward to the birth of a new legend.

Lin Banxiang looked at Fu Chenxue on the stage, her eyes were reluctant to blink, and her chest was full of tenderness and lingering that couldn't be dissolved, at this moment, she was the happiest woman. What she didn't know was that her expression was fully visible to Zhou Yun and Lin Qianxue, but what swelled up in their hearts was a different kind of bitterness.

Fu Chenxue sat down, put the "Forget the Machine Piano" on the desk in front of her lap, and looked at Lin Banxiang gently, at this moment, the huge "Century Pavilion" seemed to be only the two of them, that kind of affection, that kind of desire to talk, that kind of style, all of which were unmistakably transmitted to each other's hearts at the moment of eye meeting. It's just that Fu Chenxue's fingers just pressed the strings, and the figure of another woman suddenly appeared in his mind, it was Qingluan, who had been waiting for him in hell for three thousand years-the poor woman who integrated her life into his blood, hid her tears in his heart, and died for him, was it so easy for him to forget? Fu Chenxue sighed, and the "Song of the Moon in the Sea" engraved in the bloodline and the cycle of life rose under the strings under his fingers. At this moment, Fu Chenxue's body seemed to be shrouded in a faint light, mysterious, elegant, gentle and lonely, like a dream that was too far away to see the end, falling slowly and sadly:

Hongmeng is too empty,

The moon is cold,

Ninety thousand miles of empty fairyland.

Riding the Yellow Crane,

Return to the great wilderness,

The wind is howling and the snow is blowing, who is with me?

Eight thousand years old,

I can't resist you looking back and smiling.

It's all just for the beginning,

Through thousands of eons,

The earth is desolate,

Sansheng wraps around the fingers.

What is love?

Teach life and death promises,

Look at the flowers behind you and turn into snow.

Play a song of phoenix seeking phoenix,

Acacia turned to ashes,

microswift flying,

Who is Shadow going for?

Listening to the rain building,

The sound of the piano is long......

The "Century Pavilion" is silent, the wind and clouds outside the "Century Pavilion" are not moving, everything in heaven and earth seems to stop breathing at this moment, the beautiful qin song is like a lemon-colored moonlight covering everyone's heart, under the moonlight, pink cherry blossoms fall like heavy snow...... Lin Banxiang covered her red lips with her hands, her starry eyes looked at Fu Chenxue at a loss like a frightened antelope, and her heart was shattering little by little, like paper ashes, one by one annihilated by the wind. She wanted to rush to the stage to hug Fu Chenxue regardless of Qiē, but found that her body seemed to be wrapped in a huge nightmare, unable to scream or move. "Chen Xue-" A silent scream came out of her throat, and tears finally flowed down, string after string, and sadness flowed backwards into a river-Chen Xue, why is this?

The "Century Pavilion", which accommodates nearly 10,000 people, is so quiet that you can hear each other's heartbeats. Qin Song is like a tide through time and space, wrapped in life and death, love and hatred and all kinds of irresistible forces rolling in, that is three thousand years of blood, tears and lovesickness, whose life can bear such a weight?