Around the stage, lanterns were covered with red gauze. As the ship's hull gently swayed, the red lights shone out from the red gauze, dyeing the entire cabin into a festive color like a new house.
Strips of soft red gauze hung from the top of the stage, covering the stage.
Occasionally, the wind blows in, and the thin red gauze hanging around the stage dances gently. Through the gauze, you can vaguely see the stage covered with fragrant flowers.
A woman wearing a long white gauze dress with her face covered by gauze sat quietly behind a table. On the table in front of her was a guqin.
She put her hands on the guzheng and looked calm and indifferent. She appeared on the stage like a dream like a goddess in the river.
She did not come to the stage to solicit votes like the previous actors, nor did she show a smile to the countless talented people in the audience who held their breath. During the whole process, she lowered her eyebrows, sat lightly on the sandalwood chair, held her pipa, and mist
With misty eyes, he looked at the Pipa in his arms.
Just like the epiphyllum blooming quietly in the night. Beautiful, yet quiet.
Everyone's eyes were attracted at this moment.
They held their breath and stared without blinking at the white spot behind the swaying red gauze. They were looking forward to the breeze blowing the red gauze and getting a glimpse of the girl's true appearance.
Outside the boat, the night was quiet and the breeze was blowing. The waves blown by the wind on the Qinhuai River gently slapped the hull of the boat, making gentle swishing sounds.
This voice, like a lover's whisper, spread into the cabin and into everyone's ears.
In the suddenly silent cabin, after a long wait, finally, the clang of the guzheng suddenly came from the curtains. It was clearly transmitted to everyone's ears.
On the vaguely visible stage, the woman in white stretched out her white fingers and gently touched the strings. Her white and slender fingers gently played with the strings.
On the incense burner, green smoke was lingering. A faint fragrance floated in the cabin. In the intoxicating incense, the woman finally raised her head, passed through the curtain in front of her, and took a look at all the living beings under the stage.
Finally saw it!
The moment the woman raised her head, all the students who were holding their breath exclaimed in unison: What beautiful eyes!
They are a pair of eyes full of aura, misty, just like the Qinhuai River shrouded in light mist in early spring. Once you take a look at it, you will be deeply caught in it, eyes that are unforgettable.
There was no movement in the woman's misty eyes. She lowered her head gently and gently plucked the strings.
The music finally started playing with a deep sound of the piano, and as the sound gradually accelerated, the people in the audience also felt their moods rise and fall with the sound of the piano.
The sound of the piano is sometimes soothing and sometimes rapid. When it is soothing, it makes people feel relaxed, as if they are in the scenic scenery of the fairy mountains. There is no need to worry. When it is fast, it makes people feel tangled and makes them unable to breathe.
The wind blowing into the cabin also seemed to have spirituality. As the music rose and fell, the breeze caused the silk around the stage to sway gently and tremble violently.
In the violently shaking silk curtain, the woman's eyes remained as calm as water. She just lowered her head and concentrated her mind on the guzheng in front of her.
The slender white fingers plucked the strings quickly and skillfully. The whole person seemed to be integrated with the classical music.
"It's Guangling San!" Zhang Wenshan, who is knowledgeable about the past and present, closed his eyes, shook his head and listened for a while, then nodded with a smile and praised: "What a good skill!"
Prince Ning also closed his eyes, tapping his fingers gently on the table with the sound of the piano, looking intoxicated.
When he heard Zhang Wenshan on the side say the title of the song with a smile, he also nodded in deep agreement: "To be able to play Guangling Scatter so touchingly, this woman is really in a good mood! What do Yongzheng think?"
He turned his head and asked with a smile, Lu Heng, who was sitting next to him, said.
Lu Heng nodded and said with a smile: "It is indeed a good skill. It is not an exaggeration to describe it as superb! Just as Ning Yuangong said, the woman who can play this Guangling scattered song so touchingly must be in a good mood! Haha!"
He had heard Guangling San before. However, that was in his previous life, when he listened to the accompaniment of electronic music, or when multiple pieces of music were played in unison.
Maybe there are more highlights, but less charm.
The charm is the most precious part of a famous song. It is not an exaggeration to describe it as the soul. However, in his time, everything was impetuous. Impetuous people, impetuous society, impetuous life. And
The overwhelming, entertainment-to-death publicity makes everyone become impetuous.
Even Lu Heng, who was once at the top of his game, would not have had the opportunity to appreciate such a performance with such elegant charm.
Now, he can truly appreciate the pure famous song Guangling San. Moreover, this woman's performance level is indeed very proficient. Coupled with her calm expression and outstanding temperament, this song has a somewhat complicated content.
The charm of San is brought to the extreme.
However, Lu Heng heard something different from the sound of this woman's piano.
It was a different kind of atmosphere that was inadvertently revealed in a cold emotion. It seemed like sadness, but not quite.
It should be a kind of hatred!
The flash of color in the music is like a deep scar on the flawless white jade skin. Although it has become scarred, it looks even more dazzling.
What does she hate?
Lu Heng sat on the chair with an indifferent expression, looking through the dark crowd below, through the silk flying around the stage, and locked on the woman on the stage who looked like a lotus blooming in the mud.
Looking at her indifferent and elegant temperament, I felt very puzzled.
However, none of the people present seemed to feel it. Even Zhang Wenshan and Wu Ningyuan did not react. Only Lu Heng was sensitive enough to hear the slightest fluctuation of emotion.
He turned his head and looked at Zhang Wenshan and Wu Ningyuan, who were leaning on their chairs with their eyes closed, enjoying the music. Seeing that they were still so engaged, Lu Heng became a little suspicious. Could it be that I was hallucinating?
?
However, he then smiled and shook his head, laughing and scolding himself for being nosy.
Maybe it was just something that the woman felt in her heart for a moment, and she was so inquisitive that she looked like those commentators in later generations who can't do anything and only know how to criticize others.
Immediately, he put aside what he was thinking and began to relax and enjoy this famous song that has been passed down through the ages.
The woman in white on the stage inadvertently glanced at the audience. Seeing that almost everyone was listening to her performance with abandon, she smiled faintly, not showing any flattery. She was still so indifferent, alone.
Player's music.
However, just when the woman looked back, a scholar on the second floor who seemed not to have listened to her playing the piano and was looking around blindly caught her attention.
Haha, another nerd who doesn’t know what elegance is!
The woman felt a little disdainful towards the scholar, so she withdrew her gaze without any hesitation. Then...
Then, the woman suddenly remembered the disciple who had been staring at her by the Qinhuai River in those days. And the painting that was outlined with only a few strokes but was very expressive.
The woman turned her attention to the second floor again. After looking at the guy for a long time, she withdrew her gaze. She arched her eyebrows and smiled softly: It was really him!