"The one who hears it is excited, and then frightened. There is no way to weep... and weep... There is no way."
The girl whispered, her voice choked.
Ye Jian withdrew the long sword, the tragic and majestic still remained between the circling and retracting swords, and the blood was already mottled in the depths of his heart.
Song Zhiqiu, whose eyes were red, walked to Ye Jian's side, stretched out his hand, and slowly took the sword in Ye Jian's hand into his own hand, and whispered softly: "Now I, I finally understand..."
He was also present during Ye Jian's rehearsal that year. At that time, he shocked Ye Jianwu, who had no dance skills at all, out of the realm. In the shadow of the sword, she perfectly presented the tragic and desolate hero's end, but also the fearlessness of death in battle. At that time, he only thought that Ye Jian was only performing for performances.
Now, the mood has completely changed.
She is not a performance, but a memorial service!
To pay tribute to the sacrificed comrades in arms and to fight for the country. Although they die, they do not regret their comrades. They mourn those heroes who secretly resisted the darkness with mortal bodies and eventually fell. They remained silent for their entire lives, and only a few people knew about them.
Ye Jian raised her head and showed a far-fetched smile at Song Zhiqiu. She opened her mouth to say something, and felt her throat was blocked. Finally, Zhang Yi tightened the corners of her mouth a few times.
She is emotionally ups and downs now. That year, she suddenly received a call from the Xia team. The bad news was that her limbs were cold and bitter, and she couldn't accept the departure of her comrades. Finally, she left with the song "Ambush on Ten Sides". Seeing off comrade-in-arms J5.
Now she is in her senior year, and it has been two years since J5 has left, and it is still a pain that cannot be touched in her heart.
After making a slight adjustment, Ye Jian raised his eyes to face and lowered his head. The four students who only looked at the instruments in his hand said, "It should be almost time for us to play, let's go."
"Instructor..." there was a choking voice, and the girl playing the pipa trembled, "I want to wash my face first, and I feel sad, and there is no way to control my tears."
The girl who raised her head burst into tears. She cried for the tragic and majesty conveyed in the sword dance, and cried for the hero's parting and death on the battlefield.
She has played "Ambush on Ten Sides" countless times, only today... Today we shed tears, her heart has been tightened, her emotions have always been driven by the dancers, and she has become a complete accompaniment.
Ye Jian did not expect to provoke the player to tears again, as did Xu Wen back then.
Looking at the other three students, the girl playing Guzheng was still wiping her eyes secretly, and the eyes of two boys who only cooperated slightly were red.
Seeing this, Ye Jian suddenly felt that something broke through the ground in her chest, burrowing into the festering colic in the depths of her soul.
Looking at the tearful student in a daze, Ye Jian, whose soul was cramped, saw J5 in a daze. He was wearing a tailor-made, military-style military uniform, with bright and energetic eyes with a slight smile, looking at her. , Also looking at the sad student...
Finally, the colic soul trembled fiercely, and the thing that did not know what broke out of her chest swept out the "flesh" in the depths of her soul with an extremely fierce attitude, it was a way to drive away the darkness. , Took away the haze, and the light of hope broke out. In that second, she finally understood why the true meaning of "war" was.
Because they are guarding them... They who cry for heroes are worth their deaths in battle!
J5, my comrade-in-arms, have you seen it
You must have seen it.
You see, although they don't know your existence, they cry because of you, because of thousands of "you" like you.
Heroes will not sink or forget, and the tears they shed are the best memorial to heroes.