Inadvertently, her eyes were slightly moist.

is just a reassuring look, and the guqin in her hand, which is clearly tuned and presents the most perfect posture.

He also hopes that she can bloom on the stage tonight!

After putting the guqin away, she took a deep breath, excited and a little sweet.

When the lights slowly turned on again, the clear sound of the guqin had slowly sounded.

What she played was "Funeral Flower Yin".

The sound of the piano is loud, and there is a faint desolation in the high-pitched.

As the prelude sounded, she suddenly opened her mouth, and her tone poured out the infinite misery in her heart, and the inexplicable entanglement of grief and indignation.

"Flowers and flowers are flying all over the sky, who has pity for the red silk incense?

The gossamer is soft and fluttering, and the flocculent is lightly stained with the embroidery curtain. ”

And the lights, at this very moment, are completely on.

Luo Qingxue was sitting in a precarious position, wearing ancient costumes. The breeze made on the stage was blowing, and her black hair fluttered in the air along with the decorative willow branches. The slender hands skillfully plucked the strings, like elves jumping briskly from flower to flower.

With the sound of her piano and singing, in the large LED screen behind her, it was the section where she and Wang Haoxuan had just performed "Daiyu Burial Flowers".

"In March, the incense nest was first built, and the swallows between the beams were too ruthless!

Although the flower hair can be pecked next year, it will not be poured into the empty nest of the beam!"

The sound of the piano is long, and with her hoarse and soft tone, it adds a bit of sourness. Who would have thought that this sourness would hit again and again.

When they reached the highest place, the sound was as thin as a mosquito and the pitch was like a mountain, and the audience only felt an indescribable sorrow overturning the river and Haiti attacking, turning a hundred times and turning a thousand times. His brow furrowed, and he almost burst into tears.

Her singing, along with such a sad and angry tune, climbs all the way, and asks the soul of man!

"Now that you are dead, Nong will be buried, and you don't know when Nong will be mourned?

Nong is burying flowers and laughing idiots today, who does he know when he buries Nong?"

After that, the sound of the piano slowly fell back, and her voice became lower and lower, as if the musician had gone farther and farther away, and finally became unrecognizable.

"Try to see the remnants of spring flowers gradually falling, that is, when the red face dies of old age;

Once the spring is full of red and old, the flowers fall and people die, and they don't know ......."

After the song, it makes people feel a little trance, and when they think back to the scene, it is still like a dream.

In heaven and earth, if there is such a woman who accompanies her for a lifetime, how happy it would be!

And I don't know who there is, but suddenly shouted: "One more song!"

This shout immediately ignited the atmosphere of the scene. Many people also shouted: "One more song, one more song!"

The host reacted and coaxed: "Or, Qingxue, play another song for us?"

She nodded, closed her eyes slightly, and then, confidently, opened her eyes and raised her hand.

"Next, what I'm going to play is the famous song of the ages - "Phoenix Seeking Phoenix"!"

Compared with the sorrow and resentment of "Funeral Flower Yin", the style of the phoenix is bold and charming.

Sima Xiangru and Zhuo Wenjun, one is a talented man who was honored as a guest by the Linqiong County Order, and the other is a beautiful woman who is widowed at home. Their story began when Sima Xiangru was a guest at Zhuo's house and played and sang the famous song "Phoenix Seeking Phoenix" in the lobby of Zhuo's house, which made Zhuo Wenjun, who was listening behind the curtain, heartbroken, and fell in love at first sight after meeting Sima Xiangru, and both agreed to elope. That night, Zhuo Wenjun packed up and walked out of the house, and met Sima Xiangru, who had been waiting outside the door, thus completing the most glorious love story that has been recited through the ages.

Moreover, "Phoenix Seeking Phoenix" is also a tune that summons love and expresses one's heart!

And as she played, her second piece also began to be chanted. It is Sima Xiangru who sang the eternal poem "Phoenix Seeking Phoenix"!