"Bump!" Once again, the stadium lights went out.

"Yutian is going to appear again!" That's what fans are thinking at this point.

"Pong." The lights on the stage are turned on one after another, and it is very rhythmic.

Finally, when the last light was turned on, Yutian appeared.

"Wow!" This is the first sound everyone sees from Yutian!

I saw Yu Tian dressed in ancient costumes and holding a big brush in his hand, this brush is very big and big, and you need to hold it with both hands to hold it.

A large layer of rice paper was spread on the ground, and Yutian stood barefoot on this layer of rice paper.

"What the hell is Yu Tianda going to do?" Seeing Yutian's appearance, everyone's appetite was hung.

"What the hell is he going to do?" Xiao Qi asked as he wiped out the snack in his hand.

"You'd better hurry up and eat, snacker." Li Huan said speechlessly.

At this moment, the music finally started, and this music was very different from the previous music!

"Well, this ......" VIP area, there are many singers, and the moment they hear this music, they have a strange feeling.

"This music, how does it feel weird." Not only those professionals, but even ordinary people have noticed the difference.

"This is the erhu!" An audience member seemed to have thought of something and lost his voice.

"It's really an erhu."

"It's so deep." Erhu, this is a musical instrument that Chinese have!

"Is it Chinese style?" At this moment, an exclamation sounded.

"Yes, it's Chinese style!" Subsequently, more and more people found out that this is a Chinese-style song.

The earliest Chinese-style song in this plane is Yutian's "Blue and White Porcelain", when this song came out. A storm immediately swept up, and later, many singers also wanted to create their own Chinese-style songs.

However, it is not surprising that almost all of them failed to create, because. They can't write the artistic conception of Chinese style!

Yes, it's the artistic conception, the Chinese style song is not like other songs, it is simple and brainless, it needs the artistic conception, a Chinese style song without the artistic conception cannot be called a real Chinese style song!

Because they have a shape and no bones, they can only laugh and be generous in the end.

Under everyone's gaze, Yutian finally moved.

"Lan Tingxu!" I saw Yutian writing these three words on rice paper.

"What a beautiful font." Many people who know calligraphy praise it.

"Lanting is in the post, and the book is like flowing water.

The moon is pushed under the door. The heart is as fine as your footsteps.

Busy, the millennium monument is easy to expand, but it is difficult to expand your beauty.

It's really amazing, who can I really give it to. ”

Finally, Yutian began to sing.

As he sang, he wrote the Orchid Pavilion preface on the rice paper on the ground.

"Good words!" These two words come to the minds of many people.

Following Yutian's singing, everyone was brought into a story by him.

Thousands of years ago, in the treetops under the moon, you pushed the door with light steps. The breeze followed, and I turned. Seeing the delicacy of your face, that is, the inscription can be extended, and your face only survives in this life enough to fall into the city, when the true handwriting written to you has been extinct, the heart buried between the lines, how do I convey.

"What a beautiful artistic conception." A girl sighed.

"The shepherd's flute blows horizontally. There are a few dishes of rice wine.

The afterglow of the sunset, like your shyness, is drunk.

The facsimile is easy to write, and the ink fragrance does not fade away with you.

A line of cinnabar, who is circled. ”

Hearing this, such a scene appeared in front of everyone's eyes. Blowing the shepherd flute, rice wine side dishes. I enjoy the sunset with you, just as when you first met, you were shy and drunk.

You have left an endless aftertaste in my heart, and that line of cinnabar, like your heart hides tender feelings, encircles the affection of my life.

"It's not about Fengyue, I'm waiting for you to reply.

The hanging pen is a must, and the waves on the shore are thousands of stacks.

What is the meaning of love words, and how to put pen to paper.

And I am the only one who lacks the understanding of your life. ”

At this time, everyone seemed to see an infatuated man, holding a pen in one hand, putting the other hand behind his back, his eyes were staring at the rice paper, as if he wanted to write something, but the pen was suspended above the rice paper, and it was difficult to write!

It seems that it is difficult to explain a love word with what he has learned all his life!

"It's not about Fengyue, I'm waiting for you to reply.

The hanging pen is a must, and the waves on the shore are thousands of stacks.

What is the meaning of love words, and how to put pen to paper.

And I am the only one who lacks the understanding of your life.

It has nothing to do with Fengyue, I will wait for you to reply.

The hanging pen is a must, and the waves on the shore are thousands of stacks.

What is the meaning of love words, and how to put pen to paper.

And I am the only one who lacks the understanding of your life. ”

"This chorus, the connection is so perfect!" When Qiu Qihui heard the chorus sung by Yutian, he stood up excitedly, he didn't know that this was the first time he had taken a case!

"The melodies here are also the most varied and elusive!"

"Yes, although it doesn't enter the ** here, it makes people feel that the rhythm is low, but it makes people taste more and more tasteful, and the more they listen to it, the more beautiful it sounds, like a perfect poison, layer by layer, until they can't stop it." Qiu Qi will say solemnly.

Sure enough, as Qiu Qihui said, the people in the audience have been immersed in this artistic conception, the male incarnation has become the ancient scholar, and the female incarnation has become the beautiful woman.

"With the snap of the years, the Allure City was annihilated in an instant.

Bluestone Street, look back and smile at your grace.

Hate it, you shook your head and sighed softly who made you frown.

And the deep boudoir, leaving the smell of rouge in vain. ”

People seem to see that the years are like a shuttle, the appearance of the country and the city has been annihilated with the wind, and the reader is also dying, when he walks the bluestone street again, the girl's smile is still there!

Now, the girl's boudoir is already a thing or a person, and only the girl's rouge smell is left that can't be dispersed for a long time.

"The wild goose flies south, turns around and glances at you with tears.

Pick a handful of moons, and remember how to sleep.

How can it be, the heart is tightly sewn and embroidered shoe needles and needles are resentful.

If you complain about butterflies, who will you complain about? ”

Hearing this, everyone seemed to see the reader flying south like a wild goose and quietly leaving.

When he was leaving, the reader turned to look at the girl, but he was only accompanied by tears.

Scoop up a handful of water moons, on the long journey, memories make readers unable to sleep night after night,

At this time, the scholar regretted very much that he had sewn on his heart and not let the girl know.

"It's not about Fengyue, I'm waiting for you to reply.

The hanging pen is a must, and the waves on the shore are thousands of stacks.

What is the meaning of love words, and how to put pen to paper.

And I am the only one who lacks the understanding of your life.

It has nothing to do with Fengyue, I will wait for you to reply.

The handwriting is worthy and not afraid of right and wrong in the world.

The rain hit the banana leaves, and it was a few more nights.

I'm waiting for the spring thunder to remind you who you love. ”

Finally, the song "Orchid Pavilion Preface" was sung, but everyone did not applaud for the first time, and everyone was still immersed in this story.

He and she love each other, but he is not good at expressing it. He is a generation of sage scholars, and he is not good at speaking outright, so he waits for her response by waiting for the title to be returned.

But she is a weak woman, how can she understand the meaning of your words?

In her life, she always frowned on her delicate eyebrows, sighed at your belated love, and finally grew old with her alluring face.

The pain of hindsight is always indescribable, it is useless to escape, and my thoughts are entangled for the rest of my life, so that I no longer have to fear the rights and wrongs of the world, and the feelings that are buried in my heart will overflow on rice paper.

Waiting for the spring thunder, waiting for the day when the years will take me to meet you, to remind you who to love.

It took a full five or six seconds for everyone to react, and thunderous applause rang out in the stadium.

"What a poignant love story!" A girl is lying in a boy's arms, her eyes are red.

There are many, many others in the same situation as this girl.

"The author of this "Orchid Pavilion Preface" is very talented, although it looks similar to what we usually say, but every sentence is a poem, rhyming, and what is even more rare is that the artistic conception is elegant and affectionate, the rhyme is graceful, and finally the erhu accompaniment is the finishing touch, interpreting this beautiful and poignant, tactful and heart-wrenching artistic conception perfectly." Qiu Qihui's eyes lit up and commented.

"Is it as good as you say?" Qiu Qihui's friend asked.

"It's all over the place, this song has reached its peak, I can't do it, the author of this song is a notch better than me!" Qiu Qi will say solemnly.

"What?" Qiu Qihui's friend opened his mouth wide, because Qiu Qihui was already the top songwriter in China, one level higher than him, what it meant, he knew very well! (To be continued, please search, the novel is better and updated faster!)

ps:ps: Thank you for the reward of love and hate, thank you for the phantom love Youxin, blood moon sorrow, Lu Pei, think clearly about the monthly ticket support, thank you very much.

After listening to the "Orchid Pavilion Preface" for an afternoon, I finally wrote this chapter at this moment, I hope you like it.