As the saying goes, if you lose face, you still have face, but if you lose face, you can't keep face.
Tens of thousands of people were covered in green grass. From a distance, it seemed as if the green area of Qinshan Martial Arts School had suddenly expanded a lot. Dozens of water trucks drove into various places in the square for people to simply wash themselves.
After the school gave a very sincere apology, everyone looked at each other and laughed, and it was over.
A person's embarrassment is really embarrassing. When everyone is like this, there are two very famous explanations before the catastrophe, one is called Water Splashing Festival and the other is called Carnival.
Even the employees of the scientific research institute, who are usually the most pretentious and difficult to offend, can't see the slightest dissatisfaction on their faces. This is the confidence of Qinshan Martial Arts School. How can any father dare to guarantee that his little brat will not come to Qinshan? ...Well, there is a special case in the base city. For example, the family named Zhao cannot be offended.
"Everyone Bai...oh...it's everyone Bai coming on stage!"
"That's not right. Isn't it the finale for everyone, Bai? Why did you come on stage early?"
The host's voice was full of fanatical admiration, "Today our school is honored to invite Mr. Bai to present to you an excerpt from the ancient song Peony Pavilion, Jing Meng."
I saw Bai Suren wearing a plain white ink embroidered shawl, a pink embroidered shirt with a stand-up collar, a horse-faced skirt embroidered with orchid grass patterns on a white background, her hair in a big bun, with long green braids hanging on the back of her head, and a net on her bun. The flower head is full of precious light, with all kinds of diamonds and gems inlaid on it. There are dots of green ears and cut flowers separated by halves, and half of the peach blossoms are upturned.
Then there are hairpins, hairpins, steps and hairpins scattered on the hair, shaking slightly.
Just this appearance made everyone present stunned. It covered almost all materials such as stone, bamboo, jade, bone, gold, silver, shell, agate, amber, diamond, etc., and even sprinkled with little diamond-like dust. of high-level source crystals.
People say that there are hanging beads when the steps are swaying, and the steps are swaying.
Bai Suren floated onto the stage like a light cloud. In addition, the wind never stopped in the open air venue, and her head was covered with pearls. She didn't make any sound until she stood back in the center of the stage and softly spoke various tunes. The tassel beads made a distant and crisp sound.
A voice sounded like a moan or a sigh,
"If there is any love among women in the world, they would rather be like Du Liniang!"
"The person in the dream is ill, and the illness is lingering. He will describe it in hand-painted drawings, pass it on to the world, and then die."
This sound is so light that when it enters the ears, it is like the breeze blowing on the face, and like snowflakes in June, disappearing in an instant.
"Alas, I finally heard about Bai's Peony Pavilion again..."
"Why doesn't this person who reads Bai come on stage?"
"It has a good tune. Just listening to a few lines of recitation is worth the trip!"
"Ignorance, you don't know that this recitation is Bai's ventriloquism skill?"
Nian Bai said again,
“You don’t know where love starts from, but it goes deeper and deeper.”
"The living can die, and the dead can live."
"To live without being able to die, to die without being able to come back to life, is not the result of love."
In just a few words, everyone was taken to a distant place they had never reached before.
Bai Suren opened his mouth slightly and sang,
"The orioles are chirping in the dream, chaos and evil are everywhere, and people build small courtyards and deep courtyards."
Lin Chou took a breath, this...
As soon as the song started to sing, everything was quiet, even the wind seemed to have died down, and only the voiceless singing tune was ethereal and graceful.
Somewhere under the stage, Zhao Ziyu and Sikong were sitting together. Yes, there were actually two carefully carved nephrite chairs under their butts that were warm in winter and cool in summer.
There were fifty burly bodyguards, the lowest to the second level, who forcibly cast a shadow over the two of them.
On the stage, deep and lingering tunes were sung repeatedly.
Under the stage, Sikong's eyes were empty and his mouth was open.
"If the person above is not Bai Suren, I think I am already in love..."
Zhao Ziyu drank the cold salt soda water, curled his lips, and narrowed his eyes slightly.
"She's as shriveled as a bean sprout. What's there to see? Well... I like a mature and beautiful sister like Sister Qingyu. Wow, the mountains are high and the roads are far away. We still need to explore with all our strength. That’s it.”
Sikong said disdainfully, "You are seriously lacking maternal love. This is a disease that needs to be cured!"
Bai Suren's singing echoed throughout the Qinshan Mountains. Beautiful birds, red or green, flew down from the tree crown one after another. They were not afraid of people and cautiously approached the stage step by step.
The lingering sound echoes around the beams, and hundreds of birds come to court.
“It’s a good time and beautiful scenery, but who’s house is home for pleasure?”
In the low tone, a picturesque woman seemed to appear in front of people's eyes. Du Liniang, who was self-injurious, self-pitying and self-pitying, was pouring out her words.
The clear, long-lasting, deep and sad melody complements the sad and sad mood, making the song very enjoyable.
After the song, Bai Suren bowed his head, his eyes wandering back to the audience, his mouth curled up slightly, but no sound came out.
Sikong murmured, "I was surprised to find that I didn't show my lovesickness. It turns out it's just because it's deep into my bones."
"Sikong, what did you say?" Zhao Ziyu asked in surprise.
Sikong whispered, "She said that she was shocked that she didn't show her lovesickness, and it turned out that it was just because she was deep in her bones."
Zhao Ziyu scratched his head, "It's so babbling, I can't understand..."
Sikong sighed, "Since ancient times, passionate women have spared their time to hate. The world is full of bastards like you, so even if you have all kinds of charms, who can you tell them to?!"
"Tch!" Zhao Ziyu was very disdainful.
"First of all, I hate the one you mentioned who is so charming."
Zhao Ziyu pointed to the stage,
"If it's a boy or a girl, tell me clearly first!"
Sikong was speechless.
Here, Lin Chou also had to express his admiration for Bai Suren's singing skills, although the gender boundaries are very blurred...
But truly talented people are absolutely worthy of respect, and there is no problem in saying "yes" to everyone.
"Is this the first time Boss Lin has heard Bai's singing?"
Lin Chou nodded and looked at Qin Wuyong who was speaking...
It seems that there are a lot of people named Qin in the base city.
Qin Wuyong smiled and fiddled with the Recorder III in his hand.
"Master Bai once sang The Peony Pavilion for fifty-five verses in one breath at the bicentenary anniversary of the founding of Base City. At that time, Master Bai was still a very small girl and could not walk very steadily... .The entire venue was filled with all kinds of birds and beasts, dancing to the melody. After everyone sang, Bai fainted and fell to the ground. These strange beasts and birds did not allow anyone to get close. They spread their wings to cover the awning, and some birds brought all kinds of food in their mouths. The magic plant fruit was fed to the Bai family for three days, until everyone woke up safely, the birds gradually dispersed, and the bright light caused a sensation, which became a legend."
Is there such a thing? Is this a mythical version of the Legend of Mingguang?
"Boss Lin doesn't believe it?"
Lin Chou nodded.
Qin Wuyong shouted, "I don't believe it either!"
"...."
Mr. Shan leaned his neck up and leaned on the stove. He suddenly woke up and wiped the saliva from the corner of his mouth.
"Um...what's going on?...Huh, are you done singing? You sang so well!"
Xia Yu pouted, "Are you awake, old man?"
Mr. Shan’s eyes were as if he cared for the orphaned children begging on the street, “Everyone gets drunk without being drunk. I was immersed in the profound artistic conception of the music and was intoxicated!”
"..."
There are such shameless people! .
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