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The piano prelude flowed from her fingertips.

Fang Yu's voice followed the black and white piano keys, gently striking everyone's eardrums.

"The four seasons, the alternation of cold and warmth..."

"Such vibrant lives..."

"Signs of withering again..."

This song is completely different from "Heaven and Earth Dragon Scales".

"Heaven and Earth Dragon Scales" begins with the landscape, bloodline, and six hundred years of trials and tribulations, immediately establishing a magnificent atmosphere.

But this song doesn't describe emperors and generals, nor does it describe the grand palaces.

It is about people.

They are ordinary people, small yet real, pushed forward by the years.

Old Zhou had been thinking about the braised pork in the cafeteria, but he had completely forgotten about it by now.

He subconsciously adjusted his posture, slowly leaning back in his chair, his shoulders completely relaxed, and his expression was more focused than ever before.

Fang Yu closed his eyes and continued singing:

"It was like a sudden storm that struck while I was running..."

"It's like a match burning in the darkness, bringing light..."

"Perhaps you cannot fathom the unknown destiny..."

"Like a shooting star, it flies by without knowing its destination..."

The literary advisors exchanged glances, their eyes filled with shock.

The perspective has changed!

Moreover, the conversion is extremely sophisticated!

From the lofty palace that had stood for six hundred years, it gracefully descended upon the common people of the past six hundred years.

In the rolling torrent of history, who isn't a shooting star whose destination is unknown?

Tiny and fragile.

Yet they still tried their best to carve out a glimmer of light in the darkness.

If "Heaven and Earth Dragon Scales" depicts the backbone of the nation...

So this song is about every ordinary person who supports that backbone!

One firm, one gentle.

Not only did they not overlap in theme, but they also fit together perfectly, forming a complete historical picture!

The piano melody gradually ascends.

Fang Yu's singing style remained restrained, but beneath that restraint, a powerful sense of conviction could no longer be suppressed.

"But—"

"Yet, I am willing to believe!"

"You, the smallest, the weakest, the softest, and the most fearless!"

"All used up—"

"Give it your all, respond with all your might!"

"No matter how boundless, how endless, how unsolvable, there is always a glimmer of hope!"

"Illuminate yourself—"

The emotions in the chorus build layer by layer, and the final line, "Light yourself up," is like a beam of light piercing through the thick dust of history and shining directly into everyone's heart!

By the door, Liu Yifei gently bit her lower lip, suppressing her surging emotions.

pride.

An indescribable pride was surging wildly from the deepest part of her heart.

The person in front of the piano is still the same Fang Yu who is usually so unserious.

But as soon as he sits down at the piano and his ten fingers fall, he seems to be illuminated by light.

It was so dazzling that she couldn't bear to look away.

In the activity room, several experts were already sitting up straight.

They thought the melody would continue and lead into the next verse.

But Fang Yu suddenly stopped making a sound.

The singing stopped, but the piano continued.

The melody shifts from high to low, and an ethereal interlude slowly settles the emotions.

Fang Yu raised his head slightly and took a gentle breath.

When he spoke again, the pop singing style faded, and it turned into a recitation with the flavor of traditional Chinese opera.

Do not listen to the sound of rain pattering through the trees.

"Let life take its course, like a straw raincoat in the misty rain."

The literary consultant sitting in the front row jerked his wrist, and the tea in his cup almost spilled.

Su Shi's "Ding Feng Bo: Do ​​not listen to the sound of rain pattering through the trees"

These two lines describe the wind and rain, but also the composure with which a person can still move forward step by step amidst the storm.

Placed in a palace that has witnessed six hundred years of rise and fall, it was pasted together without a single gap.

The storms mentioned earlier represent the predicaments that fate imposes on people.

The wind and rain described by Su Shi are people's response to difficulties.

A question and answer, a perfect closed loop!

This literary consultant has heard far too many so-called "ancient style divine songs".

At first glance, it sounds sophisticated, but upon closer inspection, it's just ancient lyrics being sung in ancient style and pop music being sung in pop style, with neither of them related to the other.

But Fang Yu's two sentences are different.

They landed here, as if they had taken root in this song.

Perfectly natural!

Before anyone could even process what was happening, Fang Yu's voice suddenly changed.

"Let's have a final chat in Changyin Pavilion—"

The spoken parts transition into operatic singing!

Several music consultants looked up at the same time, their faces showing expressions of utter disbelief.

Those two lines of spoken dialogue were already amazing enough!

But this kid can even sing in Peking Opera style?!

Moreover, it's not the so-called "dramatic" quality that pop singers force out by pinching their throats.

The initial consonant is stable, and the breath is precise.

The tail cavity can be extended and retracted.

The moment you open your mouth, you know the taste is perfect.

What really sent chills down their spines was this word!

Changyin Pavilion!

The largest existing opera stage in the Forbidden City.

The first part is still modern pop music, using the most contemporary language to tell the story of how ordinary people find light in the darkness.

But when Fang Yu sang this part, he used only one line of opera singing to pull everyone back from the modern world to that ancient opera stage.

Deep within the red walls. On the stage.

As the water sleeves rose and fell, the gongs and drums faded into the distance.

Six hundred years of trials and tribulations have all echoed in this one sound.

Immediately afterwards, Fang Yu's operatic singing began to fall slowly.

There were no superfluous displays of skill, only a sigh after witnessing the rise and fall of dynasties.

"A grain of millet in six hundred years, a dream in the vast ocean."

The lingering sound lingered in the activity room for a long time.

Six hundred years.

For a palace, it is a long period of time.

But when placed in the long river of history, it is but a drop in the ocean.

Whether they were emperors, generals, palace servants, or artisans.

Prosperity, decline, honor, disgrace, joy, and sorrow all ultimately return to a grand dream.

Dreams always end.

But the light left behind by ordinary people will never be extinguished!

Tang Huaiyuan seemed to have all his strength drained away, slumped back in his chair, and managed to utter a single sentence after a long while.

"This kid is amazing..."

Just now they thought Fang Yu was trying to use the national project to get a song for his girlfriend.

Looking back now, how could this be considered smuggling in personal agendas?

He clearly filled in the last missing piece of the puzzle for the ending of "The Forbidden City"!

The lingering charm of the opera vocals gradually faded, and the piano melody returned to pop music.

There was no disjointedness, nor any abruptness.

It's like having weathered six hundred years of storms and returned to today in peace.

Fang Yu's voice was softer than before, but also more resolute.

"ah--"

"Regardless of the purpose."

"ah--"

"The most fearless you."

"ah--"

"Don't ask about fate."

"The most fearless you..."

As the last note faded, Fang Yu's fingers gently left the keys.

Sunlight streamed through the window, casting beams of light into the air, within which countless dust particles floated slowly.

Everyone present was still immersed in that space-time spanning six hundred years, constructed from musical notes and words, unable to extricate themselves.