After watching Wei Cheng's demonstration video, Yan He also sang a few lines along with it, but found some flaws.
In the original demonstration video, Wei Cheng's singing voice was overall clear and clear, but it had a touch of sadness. When Yan He devoted himself wholeheartedly to the singing, although there was also a sadness, it seemed to be less.
It's so sincere, but it doesn't sound as stunning as the last song I submitted, "Dream Rain".
It would be fine if there was no comparison, but this comparison with the version demonstrated by Wei Cheng... the verdict is clear!
Luo Tianyi, who is extremely sensitive to music, naturally discovered this.
"Yanhe, have you ever experienced any memorable and sad times, such as feelings..."
Le Zhengling was about to say that she was "frustrated" when she suddenly remembered: Yan He was born in a family of martial arts practitioners. He has been busy practicing martial arts and studying since he was a child. How can he have time to fall in love?
So, after thinking about it for a while, A Ling had no choice but to change her tone and said:
"Otherwise, let's do this first! I think that guy seems to have left a text file. Do you want to open it first and take a look?"
After singing it several times, Yan He felt that it was not smooth and his mouth felt dry. He did not refuse the offer. After getting a glass of water, he opened the text file with the others next to him.
"Huh? This is actually a story!"
The moment he opened the text file, Luo Tianyi couldn't help but exclaimed, and slowly recited the words above:
"Young Master I can see ghosts. I met a puppet figure in a snowy night temple. He had ragged hair and only held a wooden puppet that was extremely finely made. He looked like a charming girl, painted with beads and eyelashes full of tears, which made people feel pity.
At that time, the clouds and snow were crazy, and the two of them stood shoulder to shoulder and faced the fire. Weng said in his own words: When I was young, I liked to watch the silk string opera and indulged in the skills of coiled bell puppets. As I got older, my ambition became stronger, so I took this as a career and was content with depicting objects and people.
It's such a joy, but it's a life-long wandering, with nowhere to go and no companions, and the only companions are puppets.
The old man spoke and wept, and Yu Wen explained it, implored him to play panbell music, and made a string puppet show. He performed the play on three feet of red cotton, and the music was babbled. The puppets looked at the gods and flew away, although their makeup was sad and graceful.
Absolutely charming.
At the end of the song, the old man held the puppet, looked happy for a moment, then became angry and said:
I have been in a miserable state of destitution all my life because of the mistakes of puppets! It was cold and it was difficult to buy winter clothes. I was so poor that it was better to be burned, so I threw myself into the fire angrily.
I stopped before I could reach it, and I stumbled and sighed. Suddenly I saw a puppet rising from the fire, bowing solemnly and saying goodbye, as if it were a stranger, with traces of tears on its face, and it burst out with a smile and disappeared in the bonfire.
The fire will not be extinguished until dawn.
Weng had a sudden realization, covered his face and howled, saying: "It's warm, but it's also lonely."
The whole story is narrated in classical Chinese, but it is not difficult for Yan He, a top student, to interpret it.
The story roughly means:
On a snowy night, a young traveler who could see unusual things met an old entertainer.
The old man was in rags, and he was old enough to be buried half-body. He didn’t have anything valuable with him, except for the puppet - the puppet looked like a delicate girl.
A drop of tear makes people's hearts wander, and they want to cry together.
Surrounding a fire, the young man and the old man gathered together to keep warm and chatted. Once the chat box was opened, they could no longer be closed.
I just heard the old man narrate:
When he was a child, he was extremely playful. When he heard the clear ringing of the bell, he couldn't stop himself. When he knew it was a busker performing a string puppet show, he rushed to the small stage and put the puppets on the three-foot red cotton stage carpet.
The puppet show that came and went attracted my soul, and I was so happy that I started learning puppet show. I was beaten and scolded at home, but I couldn't stop him, so I had to let him go.
That's how I got into this industry and acted all my life.
Having wandered through countless mountains and rivers, all performers are performers after all. Apart from the carefree and carefree energy of youth, what else is left?
He has no family and no companion. He has nothing left in his life except this puppet who will accompany him all his life.
Alone.
The passengers coaxed him and simply asked the old man to show off his skills, but the old man didn't refuse. He held up the thin thread and started to perform. It was a real show.
Although I can't quite understand it, when the puppet moves its hands and feet, it seems to be alive and makes people want to reach out to help them. Even though it is just a dead thing pulled by silk threads, it is still breathtaking.
After watching the old man's performance, the passenger said sincerely: Master, you are truly worthy of having played for a lifetime.
The old man also laughed, hugging the puppet and smiling, his face suddenly changed.
"My whole life, I have done this one thing my whole life, lived like this, and ruined my whole life.
Who is to blame? It’s not this thing!”
Silent for a long time.
It was snowing heavily, and the old man stared at the exquisite puppet in his arms for a long time.
"It's snowing heavily, and I can't even buy cotton-padded clothes. It's almost impossible to get through this cold winter, so what else do you do? It's better to burn it, and you can still warm yourself up."
After he finished speaking, the traveler didn't have time to stop him. The old man waved his hand and the puppet went directly into the fire.
So, I could only sigh in my mind that it was a pity.
However, at the moment when the flames were about to engulf the puppet's body, a strange scene happened.
When the tongue of fire licked the puppet's gorgeous dance sleeves and burned the finely carved and delicate bones, at that moment, it suddenly moved, turned over, and bowed down like a living person, dignified and charming.
He bowed to the old man.
That night, the fire burned extremely long and was extremely warm. Obviously not much firewood was added, but the fire gradually cooled down until the sky lit up.
The old man burst into tears, wailing like a child, the innocent child who was blocked by his parents from going to see the puppet show.
"I tried my best to be warm once, but I was alone for a lifetime."
…
After explaining the whole story, the huge hall fell silent.
Tianyi expanded her light blue vocal range and showed scenes of Kui Puppet Opera. At the same time, two lines of clear tears flowed down her face, and she sobbed and said:
“Uuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuu
Although Le Zhengling did not cry, there were tears flashing in her big eyes. She no longer looked as energetic as she had at the beginning, and she said quietly:
“…It is precisely because of sadness that it is worth remembering.
After all, as the song says:
Asking the world, what can be more perfect?
If the old man hadn't warmed up once, this story wouldn't be so touching."
However, before the remaining people could say anything, they heard a slightly sad song begin to sound.
I saw Yan He's expression was downcast, his bright eyes were tainted with a shadow, and he began to sing a cappella along with the melody in the audio:
“If you laugh at someone who relies on their good looks and show off their power, how can they be compatible if they have no heart?
The sound of ringing bells is crisp and clear, and the lights are dim among the trees.