Before anyone could react, Luo Qingchen was wearing plain white brocade. There are two white ribbons on the three thousand green silk. When the evening breeze blows, the ribbons flutter slightly in the wind.
"Has he been released?" A voice as clear as water followed.
"yes."
On the stage, she gently raised her eyes and glanced at the beam. Bai Silu raised her lips with a faint smile and said, "I know you are safe, so I have nothing to ask for."
I closed my eyes and tears fell down.
"Crack—" The stage then dimmed.
The next second, the stage lit up again. There were no people on the stage anymore, and it had become a forest of peach blossoms all over the place.
The five of them were sitting in rows behind the curtain.
Qi Jun: No matter how stern the fire is, no matter how much blood is around, fortunately I am buried here and you are still in the mansion.
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Nian Yi: Life is a big empty dream, and the time is spent, but it lasts only a blink of an eye.
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Li Xi: We have never been evenly matched. You were condescending, and I ran away... How many years have passed—
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Zhuxue: You lied to me and said you liked me too, but you didn’t know that I spent all my courage just for your words.
…
The sound falls and the song ends.
For a full hour and a half, they re-interpreted "The Last Life" without anyone speaking. Even when the background music was loud, no one spoke.
A minute later, the peach blossom scene on the stage gradually dimmed.
Everyone seems to be still immersed in the love story between Nian Yi and Qi Jun, immersed in the painful persistence of Li Xi, and immersed in Zhu Xueqing's unrepentant love...
Every word, every sentence, interprets "Ode to the Past Life" vividly.
Mo Ran cried, biting his lip to prevent tears from falling. She completely integrated herself into the role of Li Xi.
Until the ending, I couldn't help myself emotionally.
Mao Qi, on the other hand, looked at Wen Yanchen and Luo Qingchen beside him with a look of disbelief on his face. He had kept this look for a full minute.
Until Wen Yanchen looked at Luo Qingchen, stood up slowly and said, "Let's go out."
When the lights on the stage came back on, the whole audience burst into applause like crazy.
"Oh my god, it's so good! I'm crying!"
"This is the original sound of "Ode to the Past"!"
"I was stunned the moment Mr. Wen stepped on the stage. I didn't dare to say a word!"
"Me too, me too! I'm afraid that if I speak, I'll ruin the atmosphere!"
"How come our school has such a great imitation CV! It's really amazing!"
"Shouldn't the original sound be played..."
"Are you mentally retarded! Many of the lines are different, okay?"
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"Everyone is really enthusiastic." The host walked up to the stage with a look of unfinished business and said excitedly: "This "The Last Life" is really a tear-jerker. Now let's welcome the four main actors and a narrator to the stage!"
The next second, Wen Yanchen took the lead and walked out from behind the curtain, while Luo Qingchen followed behind her, feeling filled with emotion.
Even during her second complete performance of "The Last Life", she had a feeling of pain in her bones. That kind of desolate love really made people lament.
"Wen Xiaocao, Wen Xiaocao, Wen Xiaocao—"
The fans in the audience were shouting and shouting, and the enthusiasm for the entire school anniversary reached its peak.
The host smiled and said: "Come on, let's let our school boss want to say hello to everyone!"
"good----"
"Then let's continue greeting like this." The host handed the microphone to Wen Yanchen.
"Hello everyone, I am half gentle."
The next second, he handed the microphone directly to Luo Qingchen, and she seemed to understand what he wanted to express.
"Hello everyone, I am Yi Nian Qingchen." (To be continued)