Tian Zi shouted: "Lin Qianxue, you heartless person, for you, I will not hesitate to destroy the image of a lady that I have worked so hard to build. I didn't expect you to be like this -"
Lin Qianxue asked slowly, "Are you a lady?"
Tian Zi was immediately speechless: "You——"
Wen Li and others burst out laughing when they saw Tian Zi deflated.
Walking to the stage, Fu Chenxue asked: "Xiaoyun, how can I help you?"
Zhou Yun lightly stretched her wrist, picked up a violin, and said with a smile: "Don't help me - you play the 'Forgettable Qin', I will play the violin accompaniment, and the two of us will sing 'Believer'!"
Fu Chenxue's eyes suddenly lit up and she sighed: "The guqin and violin ensemble - a combination of Chinese and Western styles, is really unique!"
Zhou Yun said confidently: "What we want to do is to be the best, and it must be unprecedented!"
Fu Chenxue laughed and said: "What an 'unprecedented' person! Since you are so confident, let's go crazy for a while!" After saying that, he walked to the "Wangji Qin" and sat down, as soon as his fingers touched the strings.
During this time, the laziness and casualness disappeared, replaced by indescribable nobility and elegance, like lemon-colored moonlight, shining deep into everyone's heart.
Tian Zi jumped up from his seat and shouted, "Oh my God, am I dreaming? Is he really the Fu Chenxue just now?"
Wen Li and others also opened their eyes wide again, covering their mouths tightly with their hands. From their crazy eyes, they could see the uncontrollable shock in their hearts.
Lin Qianxue stared at Fu Chenxue intently, the smile on her face brighter than the cherry blossoms.
Seeing that scene on the stage, the entire audience couldn't help but burst into an uproar. Everyone was familiar with music, but who had ever seen the guqin and the violin playing together on the same stage? The audience held their breath, and the "Century Pavilion" was so quiet that it seemed as if a pin dropped.
Audible. The sound of the ancient piano rose calmly, like a soft butterfly fluttering under the moonlight. Then, the clear sound of the violin flowed out, like the evening wind swaying in the forest. What is more beautiful than the sound of the piano is the sound of the violin that seems to be dancing in the moonlight.
A song as blue as the clear sky on the top of the Himalayas——
That night, I listened to Sanskrit singing all night, not for enlightenment, but just to find a trace of your breath.
In that month, I turned all the prayer wheels, not for salvation, but just to touch your fingerprints.
That year, I bowed my head and hugged the dust, not to worship Buddha, but just to stay close to your warmth.
In that life, I traveled across hundreds of thousands of mountains, not to cultivate the next life, but just to meet you on the road.
At that moment, I ascended to immortality, not for immortality, but just to keep you safe and happy.
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That day, I closed my eyes in the fragrant mist of the sutra hall, and suddenly heard the mantra in your chanting of sutras.
That month, I shook all the prayer wheels, not for salvation, but just to touch your fingertips.
That year, I kowtowed and prostrated on the mountain road, not to meet you, but just to be close to your warmth.
In that life, I walked around mountains, rivers, and pagodas, not to cultivate the next life, but just to meet you on the way.
…
At that moment, I raised my wind horse, not to pray for blessings, but to wait for your arrival.
That day, I built a mani pile, not to cultivate virtue, but to drop the seeds of my inner lake.
That month, I shook all the prayer wheels, not for salvation, but just to touch your fingertips.
That year, I kowtowed on the mountain road, not to meet you, but just to be close to your warmth.
In that life, I went around the mountain not for reincarnation, but just to meet you on the way.
…
The music and songs passed away quietly, just like white wild cranes flying over Qinghai Lake and disappearing into the beautiful glaciers and snowfields, leaving people with infinite reveries.