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Chapter 266 Sing "The Ballad of the Horse" again

After the announcement, the stage lights dimmed again.

Then, a flute sounded in the darkness. The empty and distant flute sound seemed to come from the vast grassland, from the desolate wilderness, and from the vast desert.

The tune is soothing and long, like a stream of water, gurgling and flowing.

The lights on the stage were turned on and projected onto the side of the stage, Qin Chuan stood there quietly, playing the flute forgetfully.

He was invited by Gu Xiaobai to help. This song "The Ballad of a Horse" was originally composed by the two of them on stage.

And he is also from the Northwest. Standing on the stage at this time, it is inevitable that there is a little excitement in his heart.

I can finally do something for the Northwest Territories and contribute a little bit.

But at this moment, when the performance started, he took all his mind back and played the flute steadily.

Behind him, more than a dozen members of the Dongyuan University Chinese Orchestra who came with him played various instruments and set off the flute sound like water.

"Master!" There were sparse cheers from the audience, and this meme is still being circulated.

However, most of the people did not speak, but quietly looked at Qin Chuan on the stage.

Listen to his flute.

This summer vacation has passed, and Qin Chuan has darkened and lost weight.

But also matured.

Some time ago, he took senior sister Jing back to his home and let her meet her parents and younger sister, fulfilling his long-cherished wish for several years.

And he also began to discuss with Sister Jing how to build a family and how to go on together.

This made the current senior Qin Chuan no longer look like a boy, but a man.

After the sound of the flute, the child's voice recited:

"White horses are decorated with golden rods, galloping north and west.

May I ask who's son, you are a knight-errant.

Young people go to towns and villages, raising their voices in the desert.

In the past, Su Bingliang made a good bow, and the arrows were uneven. "

"White Horse Chapter"!
At the moment when the recitation sounded, everyone present felt a feeling of scalp numbness and electric shock.

The quiet flute, the chanting of children, the foil of folk music, and the quiet scene.

An unspeakable atmosphere gathers.

On the other side of the stage, the lights also came on.

From the dim halo at the beginning, it gradually brightens and grows larger.

It shines on a row of little boys and girls in school uniforms.

The youngest of them was only six or seven years old, and the oldest was about ten years old. They were looking ahead and reciting seriously.

It could be seen that they were still a little nervous. After all, this was just a group of kids who had never been on stage before, let alone such a big stage.

But at this time, each of their faces was full of seriousness.

After the first eight sentences were finished, the lights in the center of the stage finally turned on.

Gu Xiaobai, dressed in white, sat on the bar stool in the middle of the stage.

"You are a horse
Keel handsome
like the wind

The wind is like a dream~”

Gu Xiaobai's voice was stable, soft, and seemed to be singing in a low voice.

Behind him, there are pictures one after another, some are playing in the field, some are washing clothes in a dirty and dark room, some are taking care of their parents before the sick bed, and some are walking on a rugged mountain road with a basket on their backs superior.

This is a photo of the children in Yamanaka County taken ten years ago when the teachers of Dongyuan University's supporting teaching group visited their homes.

The last time Gu Xiaobai sang "The Ballad of a Horse", it was for Senior Brother Xiao Su who was a support teacher.

And now, Gu Xiaobai has also come to the place where senior brother Xiaosu is teaching, saw the changes here, saw their achievements, and sang "The Ballad of a Horse" again. He actually wanted to sing it to these children.

Therefore, the last "Ballad of a Horse" was a farewell, a sorrow of parting, and a blessing for you to go to a distant place.

But this time, what Gu Xiaobai wants to sing is growth, change, hope, and the future.

Behind his back, along with his lyrics, the photos are also changing.

The picture changes to being in the school, the children are running on the playground, studying in the classroom, and looking out on the roof.

On the side of the stage, when Gu Xiaobai's voice sounded, the sound of Qin Chuan's flute gradually faded away. At this moment, he lowered his head and pulled out a wind instrument from the box under his feet, like holding a flute Hold it in your hand, and another tone sounds.

On the big screen, on the edge of the screen, besides the changing photos of the children, a picture of a musical instrument and a simple explanatory text appeared:

""Shi Ming·Shi Musical Instruments" said: 'Chi, cry also, the sound comes out of the hole, like the cry of a baby.'"

"Zhou Zhichi, the mouthpiece is on the top, there is a bottom, five finger holes are on the left side, and there is another big hole near the end."

At this time, what Qin Chuan played was Zhou Zhi's chi, and all wind instruments were played in the same way with minor differences.

Next to it, another member of the Chinese Orchestra stood up, holding an ancient Xun.

"Bo's family blows the xun, and Zhong's family plays the chi." It is a sentence in the "Book of Songs", two ethereal musical instruments, entangled with each other.

Gu Xiaobai's voice is like the focal point in this emptiness, bringing the whole band and all the orchestration together.

After singing a section, Gu Xiaobai also bowed his head, pulled out another musical instrument from his feet, and placed it on his lips.

"The Chi made in the Southern Dynasties: 'Chi, made of bamboo, with six holes, one hole protruding upwards, the name is Qiao, and it is blown horizontally." (Note)
It sounded like Bawu's voice, more mellow and more cohesive.

The replacement of the two kinds of chi is like the flow of time. In the blink of an eye, it has been a thousand years.

Beside Gu Xiaobai, at the choir, the lights turned on again.

But this time, the lights shine on the second row.

A group of teenagers and girls stood there. They were already over ten years old, and they had begun to change their voices, but they also became a little majestic.

The recitation started.

"Control the string to break the left, send the right to destroy the moon branch.

He raised his hand to catch the flying bird, and leaned over to scatter the horse's hooves.

More cunning than monkeys and apes, brave like leopards. "

On the big screen behind him, the photos are still changing, turning into athletes holding up medals on the sports field, and winning prizes in math competitions, holding the trophy excitedly...

Then, Gu Xiaobai's voice started again:
"The way of the world
Three feet wide
no way

boundless

not for food

Pull the carriage
but for the wind

Over the Ten Thousand Mountains..."

At this time, the photos on the big screen behind them have turned into the students who won the gold medal embracing and celebrating; in the quiet small village, the students with big red flowers on their chests stand on the high platform to welcome the blessings of the whole village.In the train station, teachers and students bid farewell...

From then on, the boy embarked on a journey and began to live his own Ten Thousand Mountains.

Gu Xiaobai's singing has not stopped, and the majestic recitation has slowly sounded:
"There are many policemen in the border towns, and the barbarians have been relocated.

Yu Xi came from the north, and Li Ma climbed the embankment.

Long drive the Huns, left Guling Xianbei. "

In the third row, there are already some high school students standing. Their voices have become thicker, and they have grown beards and Adam's apples. Although their faces are still childish, they are enough to take on heavy responsibilities.

At this moment, Qin Chuan had already changed back to his own flute.

He connected his tongue with his fingers, and a long hiss resounded through the audience.

Gu Xiaobai leaned over and went to take out his own flute too, but at this time, whoever tripped over the microphone cable in the background, the microphone cable suddenly stretched straight, and there was a "wow", and the box in Gu Xiaobai's hand was hit by the microphone. The wire was knocked down, and the seven or eight wind instruments of different standards he had prepared were scattered all over the stage.

Oops, there was an accident!
At this moment, a long hiss sounded from the darkness.

"Herod, Law!"

(End of this chapter)