When the audience heard Jiang Qin's name, there was a small commotion. Obviously, she is no longer as unknown as she used to be, and some people still know about her.

Amid the applause and discussion of the audience, Jiang Qin walked onto the stage in a delicate and graceful new Chinese dress, with a graceful and classical posture. Half of the long hair was draped down, half coiled behind the head, and two hairpins loomed.

She has a beautiful face, but a cold temperament. This kind of contradictory conflict and fusion, in the eyes of the audience, is finally presented with dazzling beauty and nobility.

As soon as he appeared, he attracted a burst of surprise from everyone.

Offstage, many girls showed envious eyes in their eyes, and even the boys with female companions around them followed Jiang Qin's figure intently.

"This posture, this posture, I look at it for ten thousand years!"

"It's really charming!! Hurry up and take photos to record wow! ”

"Isn't this new Chinese style beautiful for anyone who wears it!! I'll look back and I'll do the whole set, it's so beautiful! ”

"She's Jiang Qin? Wow, it's really okay~"

"It's worth it today, what kind of show does she perform?"

"My wife is so beautiful!!"

Although some people are still indifferent, on the whole, the enthusiasm of the audience has increased several degrees compared to before.

Jiang Qin came to the host's side and stood in the center of the stage.

The host raised the microphone and said enthusiastically: "Miss Jiang, I heard that this song was written by you based on a moving story, right?" ”

Jiang Qin nodded, "Yes, this is a particularly touching story, I have never forgotten it after listening to it, so I have this song." ”

On the judges' seat, Peng Qianzhi's expression was serious, he did not smile, and his eyes were blazing and he looked directly at Jiang Qin, as if he wanted to penetrate the ethereal veil on the other party's body.

He glanced at the lyrics of that song, and it seemed to be a story of a play, nothing more than some clichés such as love love love, love but not love, what new ideas can be sung?

In the next second, he raised the microphone as if he was unhappy, and said to Jiang Qin: "The story is touching, of course, but we are the stage of the Han Culture Festival, with the theme of spreading Chinese culture, since Miss Jiang chose to sing this song, there must be a deeper reason, right?" ”

To the audience, this is a cliché that has been skewed in advance, but it is not. Peng Qianzhi deliberately raised the height and level, and it depended on whether Jiang Qin could cope with it.

He looked at the people on the stage for a long time, doesn't this girl like to be reckless and express herself? It's not enough to give her a big stage, you have to increase the difficulty as much as possible, if it's not too difficult, it's not enough to show your skills.

The host was obviously surprised by Peng Qianzhi's sudden interjection, but he reacted quite quickly, and changed his way to leave room for Jiang Qin to ask: "Then Miss Jiang... You see, before singing, do you want to share this story with the audience and friends? ”

The audience was also aroused by curiosity, and shouted one after another: "Let's talk about it!" ”

Jiang Qin also stopped selling Guanzi, stretched out his right hand and made a gesture to make everyone quiet, and began to talk eloquently.

"It is said that during the Republic of China, there was an actor whose name cannot be examined, and he was the protagonist of this song."

"In that war-torn era, one day, the county town where he grew up was surrounded by Japanese pirates. The leader of this group of pirates with a group of pirates and doglegs surrounded the theater where he was located. He was named to let him, who was the pillar of the stage at that time, perform a separate performance for this group of people, in the name: condolences to all the soldiers who went on an expedition to China. ”

Before Jiang Qin could finish speaking, the audience was emotional.

shouted one after another: "Don't act!" Go TMD! ”

"Do you want to be ashamed?"

"Also expeditionary soldiers! Phew! ”

Jiang Qin smiled bitterly and continued.

"Yes, he also resigned. But the leader of the Japanese invaders said that if he dared to refuse, he would slaughter the entire theater, and even threatened to let the whole county bury him! That's the price of rejection! ”

He didn't know how many people there were in the entire county, but there were countless figures of old and young in front of him. Those are innocent children, parents who have worked hard for half their lives, brothers and sisters who are eager for stability and smoothness, and grandparents who are still thinking about their children and grandchildren even if half of their bodies are in the ground..."

In Jiang Qin's description, the audience seems to have the scene at that time, the helpless person in the surrounded theater, the old county town in deep suffering, and the old and young people she said, which are also her ancestors for generations.

Everyone's throats began to choke involuntarily, and their eye sockets gradually became red with emotions stuck in their throats.

At this moment, they empathize with the helplessness and despair of the actor in the story.

He knew that he had no choice, but he smiled and agreed, saying that he would prepare for the show and make an agreement with the leader of the Japanese Bandits that they would come on time the next day.

"It's night, he dresses up in the mirror, the theater gongs and drums are noisy, the curtain opens, he appears on the stage, and the show starts singing."

"What is sung on the stage is: I don't know what to do, go deep; Sitting in the audience are jackals, tigers and leopards, and evil ghosts are in charge. ”

This kind of wordless humiliation and sorrow is like the deepest and coldest sea water in the cold winter night, overflowing layer by layer and pouring into the internal organs of every Chinese person.

"The drums became more and more urgent, and his singing voice became more and more sad and angry, and the jackals in the audience were so fascinated that while they were trying to understand the emotions of a play, he shouted loudly: 'Ignition!' ”

It was only then that the wolves realized that the fire in the theater had already spread. It was impossible to escape, and all the doors and windows had already been blocked. Snakes of fire scurried, smoke rose everywhere, curtains and sawdust fell, and the entire theater was splashed with gasoline before they knew it. ”

"The gang of Japanese gangs was so anxious that they jumped to their feet, running in all directions to dodge, while he was on the stage independently, singing the last play of his life as usual."

"The night is like splashing ink, and in the sparks in the sky, the curtain falls, and he completes the swan song of this life."

This is the end of Jiang Qin's story.

The audience had already entered the story, and they saw the people in the story, in the flickering firelight, pathetic but graceful to turn back and smile at them.

relieved that he had finished the last journey of his life like this.

There were many girls in the audience who had long been crying, and their low whimpering spread in the crowd, depressed and sentimental, this voice was very infectious, so that the men who tried to restrain themselves couldn't help but be moved, curled the corners of their mouths, and wiped the corners of their eyes quietly.

At this time, even Peng Qianzhi's face became slightly different from before, and he unloaded his attacks and defenses, leaving only calm, as if he was thinking about something.

Suddenly, I heard music in my ears, which was the accompaniment of "Red Ling".

The melodious and soothing sound of the pipa escaped from the speakers around the auditorium, soothing the people who were still immersed in sadness.

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