A song of birch forest, tunes, lyrics, backgrounds and artistic conception blends. With the gentle and soft singing, the audience burst into tears.
Miss Hu from Tianxiang Song and Dance Troupe finally understood why Mu Shaodong was so worried before. She asked herself that all the songs of Tianxiang could not reach the intensity of the impact of this birch forest on the audience's mind.
"Jiang Xingchen is really amazing! I told you why he only prepared three songs. Such songs and such a sad story are enough to affect the audience's mood throughout the show..."
Thinking in her heart, she couldn't help but wonder what the second song of Bauhinia would be.
Not only Miss Hu, but the audience was waiting for the continued performance of Bauhinia. There were three songs in total, the first one was so classic. Then would the second one be better than the first one?
At this time, the curtain slowly pulled up, and the audience immediately calmed down, and all their attention was focused on the stage.
"Huh?" Everyone was stunned, and then there was a low discussion. The situation on the stage was completely different from what they imagined. There was no background arrangement, and there was only a guzheng in the center of the stage.
“What is this to perform?”
"I don't know, but it must be related to the Guzheng!"
"Isn't this nonsense? There is only one guzheng on the whole stage..."
"Stop talking, it's time to start!"
The venue became silent again, and Jiang Xingchen walked onto the stage alone, his expression seemed both miserable and heavy, which made people's hearts tight.
Sitting in front of the Guzheng, Jiang Xingchen tickled it gently, and several discontinuous crisp sounds jumped into the audience's ears.
"Hmm?" The audience became even more strange, because it didn't look like a music at all, but it seemed like it was a random trick.
However, the audience now will not have any underestimation. The impact of the song "Birch Forest" just now has on them is too great.
This is even more true for the fans of the Empire and Bauhinia. Jiang Xingchen can always perform classic works with seemingly inconspicuous tunes. The Smiling and Proud Wanderer at the time were like this, and the Birch Forest just now is the same, so there is definitely no need to say now.
Sure enough, several scales were connected together and formed a beautiful melody. At this time, a cloth curtain suddenly fell on the stage, completely blocking Jiang Xingchen and Guzheng.
Above the curtain, an angel with white wings was painted. He stared at the bottom with a smile in the air. On the ground, there was a little girl, looking up at the sky in the pink sea of flowers.
The picture stayed for a while and then slowly rose. At this time, the background of the stage changed. Although the music was still there, both Guzheng and Jiang Xingchen were gone. The stage on the back half was arranged into a simple bedroom. On a small bed, Mei'er lay on it, breathing rapidly, and the old man was sweating profusely and he tried his best to rescue him.
"What the hell is going on!" The audience was even more confused. Jiang Xingchen played. The picture with wings and the scene of the treatment in the future were completely inconsistent.
Then, the curtain hangs down again, but this time it is not a large picture. It is a small picture, which is full of all kinds of happy fairy tales.
The music stopped, Jiang Xingchen led Mei'er to turn it out, telling her the above story one by one.
"Isn't this little girl still seriously ill just now? Why are she getting better now?" The audience's curiosity became stronger and stronger. They all watched carefully, fearing that they would miss a certain detail.
Jiang Xingchen's breath was very powerful. At this time, the field was silent, and his voice could easily reach everyone's ears.
Through Jiang Xingchen's telling to Mei'er, the audience knew what a fairy tale was. The person with wings in the picture just now was called Angel...
On the stage, with Jiang Xingchen's explanation, the little girl showed a yearning look.
Afterwards, the picture rose and the stage layout became the Imperial Academy. Jiang Xingchen was following a group of students to learn the guzheng together.
The background later became Jiang Xingchen practicing the guzheng at home, and Mei'er stared at him with a smile and listened carefully.
"Does it sound good?" Jiang Xingchen asked.
"It sounds good!" Mei'er replied.
"I will play for you in the largest venue in the future!"
"Don't lie, just say it's a matter of determination!" Mei'er showed a look of yearning again.
At this time, the initial music started to sound, and in the background of the stage, Jiang Xingchen successfully got the opportunity to perform in the venue.
The audience members were all happy. Unconsciously, they were attracted by the story and their emotions fluctuated. At this moment, they had not even figured out what the first scene was going on.
But just when the audience was happy, a sunny day fell and Mei'er was diagnosed with a terminal illness.
The little girl was heartbroken, but she didn't want to tell Jiang Xingchen, for fear of delaying his performance.
Until one day, Mei'er suddenly fainted on the ground while listening to Jiang Xingchen's performance...
The scene changed again, and a separate guzheng in the middle of the stage became a separate guzheng, and Jiang Xingchen slowly walked up. At the back of the stage, the bedroom was still arranged. Mei'er was lying on the bed, breathing rapidly and her face was pale. The old man tried hard to rescue him, but she lamented and shook her head.
In an instant, all the audience understood that the scenes and scenes formed a complete story. The protagonist of the story was Jiang Xingchen who was about to play, and the girl who was seriously ill and dying.
"I forgot how long it took, and I never heard of you again, and told me your favorite story..."
Jiang Xingchen's singing finally rang, similar to the birch forest, still low, like crying and complaining.
The person who just read the whole story sounds completely different at this point.
Although Jiang Xingchen fulfilled his promise and performed at the venue, the girl who was seriously ill and dying could not hear it. Although the scenes arranged on the stage were very close, in the audience's hearts, they were so far apart, which was very sad.
The "favorite story" in the lyrics is of course the beautiful fairy tales before. The contrast between front and back makes this scene full of poignancy.
"I thought about it for a long time, and I started to panic. Did I do something wrong again..."
The song continues, and the whole story is told again by the lyrics. Jiang Xingchen seems to be telling the sorrow in his heart.
"You cried and said to me that fairy tales are all lies. I can't be your prince. Maybe you won't understand. Since you said you love me, my sky and stars have been bright..."
When singing here, many viewers could no longer control themselves and tears flowed down their faces!
"I would like to become the angel you love in a fairy tale, spread your hands and turns into wings to protect you. You must believe that we will be like in a fairy tale, happiness and happiness are the ending... I want to become the angel you love in a fairy tale, spread your hands and turns into wings to protect you. You must believe, believe us... write together, our ending!"
In this climax part, Jiang Xingchen sang three times in a row, and the tone was higher and higher, as if he wanted to shout out his own voice.
The audience immediately thought of the beginning of the picture. The yearning for beauty and perfection was contrasted with the reality described in the song, and almost no one was not moved.
Jiang Xingchen felt a little sad. The scene of running around for medical treatment with the critically ill Meier in a heavy snowy night unconsciously emerged!
In the background behind the stage, Mei'er seemed to hear Jiang Xingchen's singing and saw his performance in the venue, tears flowed down.
This is both a stage design and a true portrayal of her heart. Over the past year, my brother has really guarded himself like an angel with spreading his wings, giving himself joy and making himself happy.
"Write together, our ending... The city we described by my brother is the ending we wrote together!" Mei'er closed her eyes and let tears fall.
The final part of the song ended. In the bedroom on the background of the stage, Mei'er struggled to hold up, smiled in the direction of Jiang Xingchen, and then fell down hard.
The last scene was like a sledgehammer that shattered the hearts of all the audiences.
Everyone knows what Mei'er's smile means, it is a smile that fulfills her wish! She obviously can't see Jiang Xingchen's performance, but at the last moment of her life, she felt the realization of her wish and seemed to hear her lover's voice.
The canvas slowly fell down, the one at the beginning of this song, and the angel in the air looked down at the bottom with a smile. A little girl on the ground stood in the sea of pink cereals and looked up, holding her hands tightly in front of her chest.
Such a happy picture, but the audience's last smile was in their minds.
"Poor and beautiful!" This is a word that the audience thought of at the same time. This is a too poignant story and a too poignant song. It hit them even more than the birch forest just now.
Behind the stage, Jiang Xingchen slowly exhaled his breath. He spent the most energy on this fairy tale adapted. This song was originally a piano, but he used a guzheng instead, which was a bit reluctant. The artistic conception and effect were far inferior.
Fortunately, based on the original MV of the song, he made the story more detailed and used the story to arouse the audience's emotions, which slightly made up for the shortcomings in the instrument.
"Wow~" a warmer applause than before, and people did not hide their praise for this song.
Even the people from Tianxiang Song and Dance Troupe couldn't help but applaud. Miss Hu wiped the corners of her eyes lightly and couldn't help but secretly praise her heart: "This is true love!"
In the box on the second floor, although Yang Liu and his family were unhappy with Zijing, their slightly red eyes still betrayed their inner emotions.
In the middle of the box, the old lady and a group of Yingying Yanyan cried even more. Women were generally more impressed by such stories.
Backstage, Wanrou wiped her tears and said to Jiang Xingchen: "When you practiced before, I never thought this song would be so touching!"
"What touches is not the song, but the story depicted by the song!" Jiang Xingchen said with a smile.
"After this song, the audience's emotions must have been bombarded with scattered emotions, and they probably have turned to us!"
"It's not enough! We have the last song!" Jiang Xingchen said, waving his fist hard. (To be continued...)
ps: Garlic has some urgent matters in the morning, so I came back at noon to write! I'm really sorry to everyone! Garlic apologizes!
The second update should be done before 9 pm! It will return to normal tomorrow!