The seat was already full, and with the sound of a gong, the voice gradually became lower and lower.

The lights on all sides were dimmed, the stage curtain slowly opened, and a beam of light lit up in the middle.

A crisp sound of the pipa as clear as a stream jingling sounded, without any abruptness, and cleverly suppressed all the noises. Then someone reconciled with Qin Qin, and the entire space was immediately surrounded by ethereal music.

Lu Zian narrowed his eyes slightly and listened with pleasure.

The curtains were all opened, revealing the eight-person band on the stage, sitting or standing, the sound of the flute was leisurely and the sheng and flute were played together, but it was not messy, and the tune was elegant and smooth.

This is the "Nichang Song" among the eight major songs of Jiangnan Silk and Bamboo. It has elegant and exquisite style. When playing the ensemble, the various instruments are both personalized and harmonious.

It was fine at the beginning, but some people still respected and listened honestly although they didn’t understand it.

But after a while, they became impatient. They were picking up melon seeds and answering calls one after another. Some people even muttered about when the Yuebai girl would come.

The more Lu Zian heard, his brows became tighter and tighter. At the end, the sound of the audience was too loud. No one even reacted for a few seconds when the performance on the stage was completed.

It was only when they were over that everyone applauded quickly, Lu Zian was so angry that he felt a little painful.

The host went on stage to stir up the atmosphere. He frowned and looked at Shen Mange: "Who is Yuebai?"

Shen Mange blinked: "I just heard them discussing. I seemed to be a new star, very beautiful and very popular. Many people here are her fans."

OK, he got it.

Lu Zian sighed, and the reactions of the next two shows were similar, and he became more and more annoyed.

If you want to listen to a song carefully, you can't listen to it! The crowd around you were all in agitation, saying that Yuebai is coming soon.

If it weren't for the iron-shot flowers, he would have left long ago.

Fortunately, the Iron Flower arranged for the next program, and he let out a sigh and sat down and waited quietly.

The blouse behind the stage slowly descended, leaving only a piece of transparent plastic covering it, and everyone could see the night sky at a glance.

There were shouting waves in the distance, and a greenhouse of more than meter high was built on the low and wide front yard.

Shen Mange whispered: "Brother Zi'an, what is that?"

Lu Zi'an had a good look and replied casually: "It's a flower shed, with fresh willow branches on it. There are a lot of fireworks, firecrackers and other things tied to the branches, and there are also tied to the pole in the middle."

The furnace rack of iron-making was on the flat ground. The masters poured coal in and blew it with a blower. When the red stove was burned, the master poured iron juice into the flower stick.

The flower stick is actually a fresh willow stick. There is a circular pit groove with a diameter of 3 cm at the top of the stick to hold iron juice.

A flower stick with iron juice is called a stick, and a flower stick without iron juice is called a stick.

The flower hitter was naked, with a gourd ladle on his head, and quickly ran to the flower shed, and hit the upper stick with the lower stick.

The gongs were ringing, and ancient music was ringing, accompanied by the yelling of the iron flower master. More than a dozen flower fighters were beaten one after another, one after another, crossing between the furnace and the flower shed.

A rod of iron flowers soared into the sky, and another rod followed one after another. The iron juice in the rod rushed towards the flower shed, and the willow branches on the roof immediately spread out and rushed into the night sky, like fire trees and silver flowers, colorful and dazzling.

The iron flowers in the sky, like rain and waterfalls, like umbrellas and covers, aroused everyone's surprise.

"Wow! So beautiful!"

"It's so awesome. They aren't afraid of being hot!"

Chen Mange was also surprised: "Wow, it's really amazing. They are so fast! Really, I'm worried that they will be scalded. This is a molten iron!"

"When you hit the white or the red, you won't hit the red, you won't hit the fast or the slow!" Lu Zi'an exclaimed and explained with a smile: "When these old artists hit the wooden sticks in their hands, they use very clever and rapid force. The iron flowers produced are very large, and the iron flowers formed after they spread out are very small. After falling down, they become fine iron filings. The temperature drops rapidly, and even if they fall on them, they will not cause too much damage."

Therefore, the process of making iron flowers cannot tolerate any sloppyness, and the whole process is bold and meticulous.

The iron flowers lit the firecrackers and fireworks on the shed again. Suddenly, the iron flowers hang upside down like a volcano erupting, and the firecrackers are like a fierce battle between the two armies. The mist is misty, the flowing light is overflowing, and the thrilling.

A burst of cheers broke out in the crowd, and many people were shooting variously, and some even stood up.

Lu Zian smiled with relief. It seemed that the traditional culture was indeed...

At this time, a more intense commotion suddenly broke out in the crowd. Many people in front stood up and screamed excitedly, and their voices even overwhelmed the sound of ironwork.

"Ahhhh, it's the Moon White Goddess coming!"

"Goddess!"

Many people squeezed past them, and the left side was quickly empty, and no one looked at the dazzling iron flowers blooming in the air.

Lu Zian stubbornly raised his head and looked at the gradually burning iron flower in the air, and persisted until the last second it disappeared without retracting his gaze for a long time, feeling sad in his heart.

I don’t know when the iron-smashing flower had stopped, the night sky became quiet, and the masters quietly packed their utensils.

With one more call, the host went on stage to announce that the next program was sung by Yuebai.

An excited shout burst out from the audience, and countless people were extremely excited while waving their glow sticks.

Lu Zian slowly stood up and left the scene.

Chen Mange looked at his thin back and felt as uncomfortable as if something had been stumbled into his throat.

Looking back, Yuebai had already come on stage, and her beautiful face was as delicate as a flower in the bright lights.

In contrast, the old artists who performed the iron flower had packed up their utensils and were too far away to see their faces clearly, so they could only watch them gradually disappear from their sight...

Back at the hotel, Lu Zi'an sat in front of the sofa and lit a cigarette.

For some reason, he suddenly wanted to open the live broadcast room. Just like what he has been doing in recent years, he did nothing and quietly made his wood carvings. They might post a few, or they might not post anything, everything was so natural and casual.

After he opened the live broadcast room, there were less than fifty people.

[Wow, what a surprise, I didn’t expect the master to start the live broadcast so late!]

[Master, don’t cut wood, make something!]

【Yes, yes, I heard that Yuebai also went to Dongyang, Master, have you seen her? Hehe.】

Lu Zian took a sip of cigarettes and spit out a cigarette ring: "There are very few people today."

[There is a game final tonight, they all go to watch the game live broadcast!]

[This platform is small and not many people.]

【Yes, it's too small, I wouldn't have been lazy if it weren't for the master.】

Lu Zian didn't say anything anymore, squinted his eyes and slowly finished smoking the entire cigarette. He brushed a lot of words on the screen. Some people saw that he did nothing and retreated in anger.

There were even fewer people in the live broadcast room. Lu Zian slowly turned off the cigarette and exited the live broadcast room.

It is false to say that it is not uncomfortable. When he was a child, he had seen an iron flower once and he kept thinking about it. Following the hazy memories of his childhood, he pursued the mysterious "smoke" flowers, but was immersed in the gorgeous iron flower.

Such a magnificent, magnificent, festive and auspicious traditional performance was defeated in front of a female star.

He felt like hot iron was flowing inside, making his chest feel hot, as if he was sad, and as if he was more energetic.

He couldn't control himself, he wanted to do something!

He couldn't turn a blind eye to all this!
Chapter completed!