A song from Chengdu revived a closed-down pub.

Regardless of whether they are fans of traditional Chinese style songs or not, everyone clicked on this song as soon as it became popular.

The song began amidst everyone's anticipation.

"General, it's time to remove your armor."

He's still waiting for you to come home.

……

The performance started with Peking Opera singing, which left everyone a little confused.

Even those who love traditional Chinese style songs were all completely taken aback.

They envisioned countless possible openings for the song, such as a solo on the guqin, a mournful sound of the xiao, or the imagery of rain pattering on banana leaves.

The only thing I didn't expect was that it would come crashing down on me with a piece of opera singing.

Without any prelude or gradual build-up, it comes straight to the most ruthless move.

At this moment, in the conference room of the opera association, a group of people sat upright, listening to the song together.

The moment that operatic vocal line burst forth, someone jumped up from their chair, exclaiming in disbelief, "It's operatic! It's operatic! It's operatic right from the start!"

Ma Yuesong was also incredibly excited, but he still sternly rebuked, "Shut up, listen to the song!"

The song continues.

"Last night's dream went again"

The youngest son of the merchant family gets new clothes

Another round of old songs

North Snow Traverses the Prison

Salt spray flies everywhere, confusing morning and evening.

The young courtesan's hair was wrapped up like an old friend's in a bun.

A full arc separates from a missing circle.

The swallows carry new mud to the hall.

The echoes around Cui Jiu's residence have faded into silence.

……

In just a few words, a beautiful picture has slowly unfolded.

The language is elegant yet not overly ornate.

The imagery is dense yet not obscure.

Every word and phrase tells a story.

Every word, every pause, is a foreshadowing.

Who is waiting?

Who are they waiting for?

What is the relationship between that general who retired from his armor early and the person deep in this prison?

The suspense is like a hook, instantly capturing people's attention.

The comment section in the traditional Chinese style community is already flooded with messages.

"His very first words are breathtaking! Absolutely breathtaking! Who understands this?!"

"This wordplay truly understands classical Chinese style! The imagery is visceral, not just empty rhetoric; it has a genuine story behind it!"

"The opening scene uses traditional opera vocals to set the tone, then transitions to a low, narrative tone—this structure is so sophisticated! It gives you the strongest kick first, then slowly tells the story, and there's definitely a big surprise coming!"

"I declare that voting for Su Fan to sing herself was the best decision our traditional Chinese style music circle has made this year, bar none!"

……

The song continued amidst everyone's shock.

You said the misty rain of Jiangnan

The Lonely Sky Sacrifice in the Northern Frontier

Who pays attention to the desolate graves and new tombs?

The historian has already picked up his pen.

……

The way this opera-style singing was sung stunned everyone once again.

The singing style is melodious and plaintive, yet the turning point at the end of the note hides an indescribable sorrow and strength.

Despite the extremely gentle and beautiful tone, the lyrics sung were as desolate as a newly buried grave.

One gentle, one fierce, twisted together like a thin thread, binding one's heart tighter and tighter.

The words "Jiangnan in misty rain" conjure up a gentle, misty water town scene before your eyes.

But then the scene shifts to "Sacrifice to the Lonely Sky in the Northern Frontier," and suddenly the view changes to a desolate desert with only a sliver of smoke rising from the sky.

One south and one north.

One life and one death.

One is a hometown I can never return to.

One is a foreign land where one's bones are buried.

Countless men died on the battlefield, their bodies buried in the wilderness, forgotten by all.

And in the annals of history, it was merely a cold, impersonal addition.

Everyone held their breath, sensing that the real climax of the song was yet to come.

That year, red snow and holly

A flowing sleeve and a red robe

Do you still remember?

The old bones were buried in the new tomb on the seventh day after death.

A drunken stupor leads to the return of an old friend.

I love you with a soft sigh.

Do you still remember?

General Iron Horse choked up like a child.

……

As this part is sung, the outline of the story gradually becomes clearer.

That year, amidst the red snow and winter green, a single sleeve of crimson robe—it was a breathtaking glimpse upon our first meeting.

Now, with new graves and old bones, the seventh day after death has just passed, and the person is already separated from the living.

In the hazy, drunken stupor, an old friend returned in a dream.

I sigh softly and say I love you.

But was that sound a dream, or an obsession?

The most poignant line is "The Iron Horse General choked up like a child."

A general who wielded a sword and rode a horse, a man of iron will for half his life.

A person who never even flinched in front of a thousand troops.

But now, before a new grave, amidst an old dream, he weeps like a child.

Iron will and tenderness, peak and collapse, are separated by only a single word.

Just when everyone thought that the previous part was the climax of the whole song, the next rap section came crashing down without warning, making people feel like their head was about to explode.

"The loyal bones of men are soaked in the yellow sand"

Golden spears conquer the ends of the earth

Behind him, he was imprisoned and dismounted.

Old friends are considered family

Rain falls on the steps during the Qingming Festival.

Umbrella and green dress, like a painting

New snow in the middle of winter

Repay the King with green stone and black tiles

You said you exchanged swords for your hometown

Dongli Beacon Fire Sacrifice

Taiping Chang'an Pear Garden Opera

One bowl of rice wine in the hall

A Drunken Farewell to the General, One More Song

Farewell My Concubine, Follow Your Will

It's probably just a dream.

This world is now gone.

……

Who would have thought that rap could be used in such a way in a traditional Chinese style song?

Every word is like a nail, every sentence like a drumbeat; the dense plethora of phrases pours down, leaving no room for the reader to catch their breath.

All the previous whispers, gentle murmurs, and restraint were like a flood that had been building up for an entire song, bursting forth at this moment.

It's not a venting, not an accusation, not a show of skill.

It compresses a person's love, hate, regret, and resentment over half a lifetime into these short sixteen sentences.

Ironically, the pronunciation of this rap also carries the rhythmic and nuanced quality of traditional Chinese opera recitation.

Each word, each note, landed with a resounding clang.

If you call it rap, it has a rhythm and structure.

It's a spoken word piece, but it has a rhythm.

Ancient and modern, elegant and fierce, are seamlessly integrated in this passage, making it impossible to distinguish one from the other.

Countless people stood frozen in place, holding their phones.

Then, the melody stopped and returned to the opera style.

"Having seen the final act of an old friend"

A light application is most suitable

Perhaps they've seen through the final curtain call.

My beloved, I shall depart from the world of martial arts from this day forward.

……

If the rap section before that was a flood that had burst its banks...

That section of opera singing represents the desolate ruins left after the floodwaters receded.

Just moments ago, his words were as powerful as drumbeats, but now they have suddenly come to a halt.

Only a faint, melodious tone remained, drifting gently upwards.

Like the calm after crying all the tears have been shed.

Like losing one's voice after screaming.

It's like someone swallowing all the pain, leaving only a final, barely audible sigh.

Countless people remained in the same position, sitting motionless in place.

The headphones were quiet, but the drama in my mind was still going on.

From the very first line of opera singing to the final sigh at the end, the entire song is a complete cycle.

It begins with anticipation and ends with farewell.

It begins with intense strokes and ends with blank spaces.

Su Fan himself also put on headphones and listened to the song in its entirety.

However, he was listening with the story of "The Mystic Nine" in mind.

Every lyric in the song, when it reached his ears, presented a completely different scene.

That year, Zhang Qishan spent a fortune just to make Er Yuehong smile.

The second master then sang operas for him his entire life.

After Zhang Qishan's death, Xie Yuchen looked at Er Yuehong, who was kneeling in front of his grave, crying until his voice was hoarse, and sighed softly, "Why bother?"

Hei Xiazi racked his brains, all for the sake of being able to accompany the person on the stage for a lifetime.

Now, looking at Xie Yuchen, who was crying uncontrollably while clutching a pair of broken sunglasses, Er Yuehong simply sighed, "Why bother?"