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Chapter 655 One river is of the same origin, red water is like blood stained

On the surface of the lake, the mist continued to spread, and gradually spread beyond the lake, covering the entire stage from the outside to the inside. At this moment, Gu Xiaobai didn't seem to be standing on the stage, but as if he was standing on the clouds.

The entire stage has been submerged in fog, leaving only the big screen behind him.

At this moment, four words appeared on the screen:

"Prologue: Lone Boat."

And on both sides of the screen, above the mist covering the lake, two lines of words appeared on the left and the right.

"A lonely boat is far away, and we are heading south with you."

Gu Xiaobai lowered his eyelids, and played the C-key flute softly in his hand.

"Woo~~~", a long flute sound, like a warm south wind, blowing the tips of my hair, like a warm spring breeze, lingering in front of me.

Under Gu Xiaobai's feet, the mist surged gently, like silky cream, slowly overflowing from the stage and the lake, and slowly drifting away to the stands below and the audience by the lake.

The cool mist flooded their ankles, and they stretched out their hands, passing through the vague mist, only a touch of dampness remained in their hands.

When Gu Xiaobai's flute sounded, the distant bell also sounded, it didn't sound like it was right in front of your eyes, but it seemed to come from infinite distance.

Gently paved under the sound of the flute.

The gentle sound of the flute seems to make people intoxicated and sleepy. The airflow blown by Gu Xiaobai shakes the edges of the flute, then the air, and the membrane of the flute...

On the surface of the lake, the two lines of handwriting gradually faded away, and a boat appeared vaguely.

It was like seeing another world through the lake.

Like a god, overlooking the lower world in the air.

That's the Zhongjun.

The snow-white Zhongjun floated above the sea.

So light, so beautiful.

It can be vaguely seen that on the Zhongjun ship, there is also a person standing on the bow, playing the flute.

Who is the boy in fluttering white clothes if not Gu Xiaobai?

By the lake, countless children, passers-by, and spectators looked at the picture floating on the mist in the lake, they were inexplicably surprised and pointed.

Not to mention them, even the Vietnamese artists off the stage stared wide-eyed, beyond shock.

What stage technique is this?
What sound and light effect is this?
Could it be that the behemoth in the north, the visual effects technology of the stage, has reached this point?
At this moment, the entire Hoan Kiem Lake has been brought into the stage by him.

Gu Xiaobai still stood on the stage, completely ignoring the commotion in the audience.

As soon as the four phrases passed, Gu Xiaobai's flute suddenly turned and jumped up an octave in an instant, and then the flute reversed downwards, and the rhythm instantly accelerated!
"Woooooooooooooooo~↘woo~↘..."

In an instant, the wind direction reversed!

The warm and gentle south wind turned into a bitter and violent north wind.

The mist under Gu Xiaobai's feet fluctuated like a violent ocean. On the surface of the sea, the Zhongjun suddenly accelerated!
The camera gradually zooms out, and the Zhongjun, which is close at hand, gradually zooms out.

A lone boat, like a sharp knife, splits the ocean.

Suddenly, another ship appeared behind.

Then the second, third, fourth...

There are countless ships with white sails and the flag of Ming Dynasty flying above them.

The mighty fleet came oncoming.

And on the big ship at the front, a tall and majestic man looked at the young man on the Zhongjun.

The young man on the Zhongjun slowly put down his flute, and then both of them stretched out their hands at the same time, pointing to the south.

southward!

southward!

The two looked at each other, and then the two boats crossed diagonally, piercing each other, and the old big boat disappeared, leaving only a lone boat.

Continue south.

Prologue: Lone Boat!
A lonely boat is far away, and we are heading south with you!

When the faint flute sound gradually fell, the distant bell became intermittent.

At this moment, the audience was silent.

Some Vietnamese scholars sitting at the scene looked at the ship with surprised expressions.

And the fans who supported Gu Xiaobai were even more shocked.

what is that?
That ship, that flag, that costume, that majestic man...

"Sanbao eunuch?"

"Zheng He's voyages?"

Zheng He has a very high prestige in Southeast Asia, and there are statues and legends about him everywhere.

Because it went south, not for war or colonization, but for exchange and communication.

This may be one of the greatest navigators in human history.

He also has a deep connection with Vietnam.

And Gu Xiaobai, a lonely boat far away, is heading south with you!

I come for peace, for communication and communication.

If Vietnam accepted Zheng He's mediation at the beginning, perhaps there would be no war in the next 20 years.

If you apologized directly at the beginning, there would not be so many conflicts later.

I love peace, but my majesty cannot be offended!
This is Zheng He's mission and also Gu Xiaobai's declaration!

At the end of the first movement, Gu Xiaobai put down the flute in his hand and looked down.

The people below were also looking at him dully.

Quietly looking at the young man who didn't know whether it was cold or majestic.

After a few breaths, Gu Xiaobai lifted the flute again, and the subtitles appeared on the big screen behind him again:

"First Movement: Red River"

After the prologue, the first movement begins!
On the surface of the lake, two lines of words also emerged:

"One river has the same origin, and the red water is like blood!"

Gu Xiaobai's flute was lying on his lips, as if he was blowing it without a sound.

Some casual, some short.

The crisp bells sounded, and the grains separated, like water droplets falling, dripping on the rocks.

Above the lake, new scenery slowly emerged.

A stream as thin as a finger trickled out from the cracks in the rocks.

The sound of Gu Xiaobai's flute is thin and small, like the gurgling water.

The bell is also interrupted and continued, like drops of water.

Suddenly, the drums sounded!

"Boom!" With a sound, the qin and drum of a thousand drums shocked the audience!
The screen changed with a swipe, and a gurgling stream flowed out of the mountain!
The flute gets louder, the sound gets louder...

"Boom!" Another drumbeat!
The gurgling stream has turned into a small river.

"Boom!" Another sound!
The stream passed through the mountains, pierced through the rocks and broke through the peaks, all the way to the south, and turned into a rushing river.

"Boom!" The stream has turned into a big river, and the river is scarlet like blood!
Red River!

It's Honghe!
At this time, the sound of Gu Xiaobai's flute was so strong that it hurt the eardrums, just like the rushing red river!
With a "wow", almost all the Vietnamese present stood up.

The Red River is to Vietnam what the Yellow River is to the descendants of Yan and Huang.

It passed through the mountains, crushed the red sand shale, and flowed out from Yunnan, China, with a blood-like river, all the way east, rushing into the sea.

It brought fertile soil, but also brought a painful disaster.

It nurtured the civilization along the Red River, but it also flooded again and again, driving them away from their homeland.

But no matter how many times, they will come back.

No one can describe the excitement these Vietnamese musicians felt when they saw their mother river from Gu Xiaobai's flute area!
And this river is the mother river of the Vietnamese, and it is also a river for the Chinese.

It flows from Ailao Mountain, and more than half of it is in Yunnan. At this time, it is called Yuanjiang.

It is also this river that feeds the entire northern region of Vietnam.

As the title of this first movement says:

A river has the same origin.

At this moment, countless musicians are thinking about the meaning of Gu Xiaobai's movement.

Ruan Yinshan was also sitting at the scene. At this moment, he was so excited that he clenched his fists tightly.

Yes, China and Vietnam share the same language and clan!

90.00% of Vietnam's history is related to China.

Every historical event in Vietnam seems to have China's participation.

Almost all musical instruments in Vietnam are available in China!

One river has the same origin!
In the next second, bells and drums rang suddenly, shocking people's eardrums.

And Gu Xiaobai's flute sound was already very loud, but now it is even more urgent!
The angle of the rushing Red River changed, and on the bank of the river, swords and soldiers came out, and two groups of soldiers fought fiercely on the bank of the river.

The races on both sides are similar, even the armor and clothing are somewhat similar, but they are under completely different banners.

The dissonant notes of Gu Xiaobai's flute are like the collision of knives and guns, like arrows piercing the air.

The picture zoomed in, a young Vietnamese soldier was pierced by a knife, and he fell to the ground with a bang.

But the Ming soldier who had just pierced him was also slashed and fell beside him.

The two are about the same age, both in their 20s. At this time, their eyes are facing each other, blood is overflowing, and their young faces are gradually losing their color.

The camera focused on the lifeless faces of the two people. In the background, there were many figures and the lights of knives were flickering. Although no sound could be heard, the sound of bells, drums and flute music could tell how brutal the fight was.

Blood flowed from the bodies of the two people and slowly gathered together, like a bloody brook, spreading and spreading all the way until it merged into the Red River.

Faint threads of blood entered the river, turned into thousands of red threads, and were swept away by the river in an instant, disappearing without a trace.

"Boom!" There was another sound of drums.

The picture suddenly rises, a river of blood rushes eastward, and corpses are strewn across the fields on both sides of the river!

The rivers have the same origin, but the red water is like blood!
At this moment, countless Vietnamese were stunned, with their mouths wide open, panting desperately.

In this river of blood, how many people's blood was dyed red?

Why do people from the same river always have to meet each other on the battlefield?
"Boom!" There was another drumbeat.

The picture rises again, and the two countries are connected from north to south.

"Boom!" Another sound!
The majestic earth, the faint east!
The bells stopped, the drums stopped, and only the whimpering of the flute remained, which continued.

If there is, if not, it seems to be interrupted or continued.

I don't know how many young musicians are showing bitter and helpless expressions at this moment.

This mind, this bearing, this song, this picture!
It's just that the first movement has already been crushed!

When the whining flute sound gradually disappeared, the first movement ended.

The big characters reappeared:

"Second Movement: Suncheon"

"The country and the people are in harmony, and the destiny is in peace."

(End of this chapter)