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Before we knew it, forty-five minutes had passed.

The first episode of "The Forbidden City" is gradually coming to an end.

Just as the family was still enjoying themselves, the soothing sound of a piano began to play.

The end credits began to roll.

【"bright"】

Lyrics by Fang Yu

[Composer: Fang Yu]

[Singers: Liu Yifei, Fang Yu]

"The ending theme song is here!"

Wang Lin instantly perked up, her eyes lighting up.

"It's sung by the celestial beauty! Fang Yu really went all out by writing both the lyrics and music!"

Liu Yifei's clear and ethereal voice flowed slowly from the television.

She sings of the wind, the clouds, the changing seasons, and the smallest, most tender, yet most fearless lives in the long river of history.

"sure."

While crunching on potato chips, Wang Hao transformed into a music critic on the spot.

"This song is so perfect for the fairy sister, it feels like it was tailor-made for her."

"nonsense."

Wang Lin held the milk tea without turning her head.

"Her boyfriend writes both the lyrics and the music; how could it not be tailor-made for her?"

Wang Hao: "..."

That makes sense, and he was speechless.

The siblings quickly calmed down and gradually became immersed in the emotions of the song.

The melody moves from calm to struggle, and then from struggle to determination.

Faced with an endless, unsolvable fate, ordinary people still do their best to find their own ray of light.

But as she listened, Wang Lin suddenly felt something was wrong.

and many more.

The subtitles clearly stated—

[Singers: Liu Yifei, Fang Yu]

From the end credits song until now, only Liu Yifei's voice has been heard on TV.

What about Fang Yu?

Where did they go?

They were supposed to sing together, but he couldn't find the performer at all during the entire performance?

With the end credits already past the halfway point and the song nearing its middle, Fang Yu's highly distinctive male voice still hadn't appeared.

Wang Lin bit her straw and muttered to herself:

"Strange, why haven't I heard Fang Yu around?"

"You didn't forget to turn on his mic, did you?"

Wang Hao has stopped eating potato chips.

He listened intently for a long time, his expression growing increasingly confused.

"Would the central bank really make such a mistake?"

"Could it be that Brother Yu was only responsible for harmonies, and his voice was too soft, so it was drowned out by Sister Fairy?"

The siblings exchanged a glance.

They were all more confused than the last.

Just then, the song suddenly entered an interlude.

The piano music gradually faded, becoming extremely soft and faint.

next second.

Without any warning, a clear and ethereal voice drifted from the television.

"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..."

Wang Lin stopped sipping her milk tea.

Wang Hao, clutching a potato chip, froze on the sofa.

The siblings both widened their eyes at the same time.

What is that sound?

After the opera recitation ended, the voice did not pause at all and smoothly transitioned into operatic singing.

"Let's finally meet again at Changyin Pavilion..."

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

The opera singing is very short.

It's as if a crack has been opened in six hundred years of time.

Emperors, generals, palace maids, eunuchs, craftsmen, and guards—countless people came and lived within these palace walls, and ultimately disappeared into history.

Six hundred years is but a dream in the grand scheme of things.

But those faint lights never truly went out.

Wang Hao's scalp tingled.

He held the potato chip in his hand, ready to bite it, but didn't take a bite for a long time.

Wang Lin was completely dumbfounded.

Even after the opera-style singing ended and Liu Yifei's voice returned, gently bringing the emotions of the entire song to a close, she was still in a daze.

The last note fell.

The living room was silent for several seconds.

Wang Lin then put down the empty milk tea cup.

"Who sang that Peking Opera-style singing just now?"

"It sounds so good!"

She frowned and thought for a long time.

"But why do I feel like this voice doesn't sound like any female singer I've ever heard before?"

Wang Hao also looked bewildered.

"Did the production team invite a famous opera performer but not credit them separately?"

The siblings were still studying the mysterious opera singing style, but Wang Jianguo, who was standing next to them, remained silent.

His attention had long since shifted from the song to the scrolling end credits.

From the moment the documentary began airing, he had one thing on his mind.

Who wrote those three "Forbidden City" characters at the beginning of the film?

Those three characters are robust and sharp, definitely not something an ordinary calligraphy enthusiast could write.

He stared at the screen, searching line by line.

Finally, as the credits were about to end, Wang Jianguo saw that column.

Special thanks

[Inscription by: Fang Yu]

"Um?"

Wang Jianguo read it out subconsciously.

"Inscription... Fang Yu?"

"What?!"

In the living room, Wang Hao and Wang Lin shouted at the same time.

Wang Jianguo was so startled that his hand trembled and he almost dropped the teacup.

"Dad, what did you just say?"

Who wrote the inscription?

Wang Hao grabbed the remote control and frantically tried to rewind it.

The image rapidly zooms out and then freezes.

The line of text was clearly displayed on the screen.

[Inscription by: Fang Yu]

Wang Hao's mouth opened wider and wider.

"Holy crap..."

"Yu-ge also wrote the handwriting?!"

Wang Lin quickly came over to confirm.

After seeing the subtitles, she was completely stunned.

Sing.

Write lyrics.

Composition.

Now even the inscription for "The Forbidden City" was written by him?

And it wasn't a variety show or a commercial event.

This is a 100-episode documentary series jointly produced by CCTV and the Palace Museum!

This is an absolute showstopper!

Looking at the two children's reactions, Wang Jianguo finally realized something.

He first pointed to the television, then to Wang Hao.

"This is Fang Yu who writes..."

"Is this the Yu-ge you guys were talking about who sings?"

"yes!"

Wang Hao was so excited that he slapped his thigh.

"That's him!"

Wang Jianguo was completely stunned.

The image of a young artist immediately came to mind.

He was dressed in a long gown, exuding a gentle and refined air.

Calm and composed, with extensive knowledge of both ancient and modern times.

He burns incense and plays the zither on ordinary days, and wields his brush and ink in his leisure time. When he speaks, he speaks of the spirit of the land, and when he writes, he writes of six hundred years of vicissitudes.

Only someone like him could write "Heaven and Earth Dragon Scales".

Only someone like him could write those three powerful "Forbidden City" characters at the beginning of the film.

The more Wang Jianguo thought about it, the more reasonable it seemed.

His face even showed a hint of the older generation's appreciation for young talents.

Beside them, Wang Lin and Wang Hao exchanged a glance.

They both saw a hint of ill intent in each other's faces.

The siblings have a great understanding of each other.

It's time to let my father see the harsh realities of the world.

"dad."

Wang Lin cleared her throat, her expression extremely serious.

"Don't rush to solder the filter shut."

"Fang Yu is not some gentle and refined young artist."

Wang Jianguo was taken aback.

"What do you mean?"

Wang Lin said earnestly:

"He went back to his hometown in Northeast China for the Chinese New Year and set off firecrackers, blowing up his own toilet with his own hands."

Wang Jianguo's smile froze on the spot.

"Blow up...blow up the toilet?"

"right!"

Wang Hao immediately chimed in, speaking at lightning speed.

"And the fairy sister tricked him into licking the iron railings in the Northeast winter, and ended up sticking his tongue to them."

"He couldn't pull the person off, and he was just standing there laughing like a kettle boiling over!"

Wang Jianguo's hand holding the teacup began to tremble slightly.

Wang Lin continued to deliver the final blow:

"He also bought a suona."

"He ran to the door of a retired teacher in the village and played 'Night Parade of One Hundred Demons' on the spot, almost killing the old man on the spot."

Wang Hao was not to be outdone.

"He can also play 'The Grand Funeral Procession' and 'Crying at the Seven Passes'."

"His fans all say that while others charge for singing, Yu-ge might get his life for playing the suona."

"stop!"

Wang Jianguo finally couldn't listen anymore.

He raised his hand, struggling to interrupt the siblings.

Blow up the toilet.

He tricked his girlfriend into licking the iron railing.

Playing "Hyakki Yagyō" (Night Parade of One Hundred Demons) in the middle of the night.

Will he also perform "The Grand Funeral" and "Crying at Seven Passes"?

The image of the gentle, refined young artist in Wang Jianguo's mind, dressed in a long gown, had barely stood still for a few seconds when he was suddenly covered by a Northeast Army overcoat.

Immediately afterwards, the long gown disappeared, the guqin disappeared, and the writing brush disappeared as well.

In the end, only a suona and a string of firecrackers were left.

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The filter is completely shattered!