Petals fall from all around, fluttering in the air, dancing gracefully with the wind.
Wang Lu and Li Canyang walked to the east of the venue, smelling the refreshing fragrance of flowers and body fragrance, and were intoxicated in the aspirational state, their eyes filled with intoxication.
The sound of a piano song starts at first, like the endless flow of water on a mountain, and then becomes as gentle and gentle as the breeze blowing on the face. The music changes to make people understand and intoxicate. The sound of the piano is like a high mountain and a long river, bringing out a perfect sigh.
Suddenly, it poured eastward like a torrential rain of drum beats, as if there was a thunderous thunder resounding through the sky. The beat of the drums teased the ears, and the body started to move according to the rhythm.
The drums set up the rhythm and bring the song on track.
"Outside my hometown, in the drizzle, the midline of my and his legs~~"
The soft voice flowed into his ears like running water, and Wang Lu instantly got goosebumps all over his body.
"In this world, the flowing water will meet you with deep affection~~"
"My son is traveling thousands of miles on the battlefield, and my loving mother's sewing legs are still connected~~ If I had to wait for thousands of miles to change my life, my plain red color would be replaced by the rosy clouds."
"If you are a king, your memory will become a vague imprint; if you stay in Weng's family, year after year~"
Que Ling's voice slowly changed its tone, and the expression of emotion changed the atmosphere of the scene. Wang Lu felt that his emotions were also brought into the environment, and a picture slowly emerged in his mind.
The young woman wearing plain red tattered clothes reluctantly said goodbye to her husband who was about to fight on the front line. The husband also refused to promise that he would arrange a glorious wedding for the woman when he came back.
Just like that, the husband left there. Year after year passed, the old mother and old father in the family were getting older and older, and she was no longer as young and beautiful as before.
Year after year.
"The cannons are roaring in the west, and there are cheers outside the door; a dirty robe has not been washed for a long time, and the face is like mud~~"
"The joy and laughter fill the home, but the heart is broken and the heart is filled with pain~"
"When the old woman goes out to see her comrades, she gets a can in the leg; when she leaves, she never sees her again, year after year~~"
Queling's voice suddenly sounded a little like crying, and the collision of emotions echoed in his heart. Wang Lu closed his eyes in pain.
The sound of the piano harmoniously resembles the woman's feeling of relief, and ends with a bit of drum sound, vowing to use the power of thunder to break away all evil spirits.
The sound slowly disappeared, everything returned to tranquility, and the petals flew quietly, one by one like blood and tears.
Bang bang bang~~
Wang Lu stood up and looked at the graceful figure behind the curtain with amazement. Although he couldn't see the appearance of the wrong party, he could imagine that the wrong party must be an extremely attractive woman.
Li Canyang also stood up, but he didn't say anything. He was a little confused in his mind.
Is that song different from the previous one? Aren’t the previous ones all the kind of melodic music? Why did that song sound so strange? To be honest, he didn't understand that song very well.
"Miss Queling's singing voice is like the sound of nature. This time, the king will be blessed."
Queling stood up, walked slowly towards Wang Lu, and stopped in front of the curtain.
Through the thin curtain, Wang Lu seemed to be able to vaguely see Wong Fang's prosperous face.
"Master Wang Lu, can you interpret what I heard from Yidong?"
Wang Lu nodded and had something in his mind that he wanted to discuss with Que Ling.
"He is considered a good musician on earth, but the current mainstream traditional music is a bit impetuous, and the diversified composition of melodies is not bad, but the expression of emotions is less."
"For Miss Queling's songs, basic skills aside, it's all about choosing the right ones. The words in the songs are exquisite and elegant, and they don't pursue excessive magnificence, but they are full of emotion."
"Through singing, he seems to be able to see the mental journey of a miserable woman, from happiness to despair, and then to relief. She does not succumb to fate, even if fate makes a huge joke, she still faces her mistakes with a smile."
Wang Lu was also excited. From Queling's singing, he seemed to have the transparent and touching feeling of Qingfeng's version of "The Wind Rises" again.
Que Ling, who was behind the curtain, was silent for a long time, then she gently bent down and untied the curtain.
"Sister Queling?"