On the surface of the lake, the fog is spreading, gradually spreading beyond the lake, enveloping the entire stage from the outside in, at this moment, Gu Xiaobai does not seem to be standing on the stage, but like standing above the clouds.

The entire stage was covered in fog, leaving only the large screen behind him.

At this moment, four words appeared on the screen:

"Prologue: The Lonely Boat. ”

On both sides of the screen, above the fog covering the lake, two lines of words appeared on the left and right.

"A lonely boat is far away, and you go south with you. ”

Gu Xiaobai lowered his eyelids, and the C-key flute in his hand blew gently.

"Woo~~~", the long flute sound, like a warm south wind, blowing the ends of the hair, like a warm spring breeze, swirling in front of you.

Under Gu Xiaobai's feet, the mist surged gently, like silky cream, slowly overflowing from the stage and the lake, and slowly drifted away to the stands below and the audience by the lake.

The cool mist drowned their ankles, and they stretched out their hands to pass through the vague mist, leaving only a faint dampness in their hands.

When Gu Xiaobai's flute sounded, the distant bell also rang, not like it was ringing in front of him, but like it came from infinity.

Gently lay under the sound of the flute.

The soft sound of the flute seemed to make people intoxicated and make people sleep, and the air flow blown out by Gu Xiaobai vibrated the edges of the flute, and then shook the air and vibrated the flute membrane......

On the surface of the lake, two lines of handwriting faded, and a boat was faintly seen.

It's like seeing another world through the surface of a lake.

Like a god, looking down on the Nether in the air.

That's the Zhongjun.

The snow-white Zhongjun floated above the sea.

So light, so beautiful.

Faintly, on the Zhongjun, there was also a person, standing at the bow of the ship, playing the flute.

The young man in white clothes, who is not Gu Xiaobai?

By the lake, countless children, pedestrians, and spectators looked at the picture floating on the fog in the lake, surprised and inexplicable, pointing and pointing.

Not to mention them, even the Vietnamese artists under the stage were staring wide-eyed and shocked.

What kind of stage technology is this?

What is this sound and light effect?

Could it be that the behemoth in the north, the visual effects technology of the stage, has reached this point?

At this moment, the entire Hoan Kiem Lake has been included in the stage by him.

Gu Xiaobai was still standing on the stage, completely ignoring the commotion off the stage.

As soon as the four phrases passed, Gu Xiaobai's flute suddenly turned, jumping up an octave in an instant, and then the flute went downward, and the rhythm instantly accelerated!

"Woo mile ↑ ~ woo ~ ↘ woo ~ ↘ ......"

In an instant, the wind reversed!

The warm and warm south wind turned into a fierce north wind.

The mist under Gu Xiaobai's feet fluctuated like a raging ocean, and on the sea, the Zhong Jun suddenly accelerated!

The camera gradually zoomed in, and the Zhongjun, which was close at hand, gradually zoomed in.

A lonely boat, like a sharp blade, splits the ocean.

Suddenly, another ship appeared in the rear.

And then the second, the third, the fourth......

Countless ships, with white sails, fluttering the Ming flag above.

The mighty fleet was coming.

And on the big ship at the front, a tall and majestic man looked at the young man on the Zhongjun.

The young man on the Zhongjun slowly put down the flute, and then the two of them stretched out their hands at the same time, pointing to the south.

To the south!

To the south!

The two men looked at each other, and then the two ships staggered diagonally, piercing each other, and the great old ship was gone, leaving only a lonely boat.

Continue south.

Prologue: The Lonely Boat!

A lonely boat is far away, and you go south with you!

When the faint sound of the flute gradually fell, the distant bell became intermittent.

At this moment, the audience was silent.

Some Vietnamese scholars sitting at the scene looked at the ship with surprised expressions.

And the fans who supported Gu Xiaobai were even more shocked.

What is that?

The ship, the flag, the costume, the majestic man......

"Eunuch of the Three Treasures?"

"Zheng He went to the West?"

Zheng He has a very high prestige in Southeast Asia, and there are statues and legends of him everywhere.

Because it went south, not for conquest, not for colonization, but for exchange and communication.

This is probably one of the greatest navigators in human history.

He also has a deep relationship with Vietnam.

And Gu Xiaobai, a lonely boat away, goes south with you!

I am here for peace, for communication and exchange.

If Vietnam had accepted Zheng He's mediation, perhaps there would have been no war in the next two decades.

If you had apologized directly, there wouldn't have been so many conflicts later.

I love peace, but my majesty is not to be offended!

This is Zheng He's mission and Gu Xiaobai's declaration!

At the end of the first movement, Gu Xiaobai put down the flute in his hand and looked down.

The people below were also staring at him blankly.

Quietly looked at the young man who didn't know whether it was cold or majestic.

After a few breaths, Gu Xiaobai raised the flute again, and behind him, on the big screen, subtitles appeared again:

"First Movement: Red River"

After the prologue, the first movement begins!

Above the surface of the lake, two lines of words also emerged:

"A river is of the same origin, and the red water is like blood!"

Gu Xiaobai's flute was horizontal to his lips, as if there was no sound of blowing.

Some are casual, some are short.

The crisp sound of the bell, one by one, separated, like water droplets falling on the rocks.

Above the lake, new scenery slowly emerges.

A small stream as thin as a finger flowed out of the cracks in the stones.

Gu Xiaobai's flute sound is thin and small, like the gurgling water.

The bell also sounded intermittently and continuously, like a drop of water.

Suddenly, the drums sounded!

"Bang!" sounded, the piano of a thousand drums and the big drum shocked the audience!

The picture has changed with a brush, and a gurgling stream flows out of the mountains!

The flute gets louder and louder......

"Boom!" another drum beat!

The babbling stream has turned into a small river.

"Boom!"

The stream passes through the mountains, through the rocks and peaks, all the way to the south, and turns into a rushing river.

"Boom!" the stream has turned into a big river, and the water is scarlet, like blood!

Red River!

It's the Red River!

At this time, the sound of Gu Xiaobai's flute was so strong that it was about to sting the eardrums, just like the rushing red river!

There was a "whoosh", and almost all the Vietnamese present stood up.

The Red River is to Vietnam what the Yellow River is to the descendants of Yan and Huang.

It passes through mountains, crushes red sand shale, and carries blood-like rivers out of China's Yunnan province and eastward into the sea.

It has brought fertile soil, but it has also brought bitter disasters.

It fed the civilizations along the Red River, but it also flooded again and again, driving them away from their homeland.

But no matter how many times, they will come back.

No one can describe the excitement of these Vietnamese musicians when they saw their mother river from Gu Xiaobai's flute area!

And this river is the mother river of the Vietnamese, and it is also a river of the Chinese.

It flows out of Ailao Mountain, most of which is in Yunnan, and it is called Yuanjiang at this time.

It is this river that feeds the entire northern region of Vietnam.

As the title of this first movement says:

One river is the same origin.

At this moment, I don't know how many musicians are thinking about the significance of Gu Xiaobai's movement.

Ruan Yinshan was also sitting at the scene, and at this moment, he was so excited that his fists clenched tightly.

Yes, China and Vietnam are the same language!

Ninety percent of Vietnam's history is related to China.

Every historical event in Vietnam seems to have China's involvement.

Almost all musical instruments in Vietnam, almost all in China!

One river, the same origin!

In the next second, all of a sudden, the bells and drums rang in unison, shocking people's eardrums.

And Gu Xiaobai's flute was already very urgent, but at this time, it was even more urgent!

The angle of the rushing Red River changed, and on the riverbank, swords and soldiers came out together, and two teams of soldiers fought fiercely on the riverbank.

The people on both sides are similar, and even the armor and clothing are somewhat similar, but under completely different banners.

Gu Xiaobai's flute, discordant notes like knives and guns colliding, like arrows breaking through the air.

The scene zooms in, and a young Vietnamese soldier is pierced by a knife, and he falls to the ground with a thud.

But the Ming soldier who had just pierced him was also slashed with a knife and fell to his side.

The two of them were about the same age, both in their twenties, and at this time, their eyes were facing each other, blood was overflowing, and their young faces were gradually losing their blood.

The camera focuses on the lifeless faces of the two people, in the background, the figures are heavy, the knife light is flickering, although the sound is not heard, but the bell and drum are ringing in unison, and the flute is rushing to the music, you can know how tragic the fight is.

Blood flowed out of the two people's bodies, slowly gathering together, like a blood-colored stream, spreading and spreading all the way until it merged into the Red River.

A faint trace of blood entered the river, turned into thousands of red silk threads, and then was swept away by the river in an instant and disappeared.

"Boom!" followed by another drum.

The picture suddenly rises, a river of blood and water, rushing to the east, on both sides of the river, corpses are everywhere!

A river is of the same origin, but the red water is like blood!

At this moment, countless Vietnamese people were dumbfounded, their mouths wide open, desperately gasping for breath.

How many people's blood is dyed red in this river of blood?

Why do the same rivers have the same origin, but they always have to meet on the battlefield?

"Boom!" another drum sounded.

The picture rises again, two countries, north and south.

"Boom!"

The majestic earth, the misty east!

The bells stopped, the drums stopped, and only the whimpering flute remained.

If there is none, it seems to be intermittent.

I don't know how many young musicians, at this moment, they all showed a bitter and helpless look.

This mind, this bearing, this song, this picture!

Just this first movement has been crushed!

When the whining flute fades away, the first movement ends.

The big print resurfaced:

"Second Movement: Suncheon"

"The country and the people are happy, and the destiny of heaven is as it is. ”