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Chapter 133: Walking on the road wearing a mask, everyone recognizes it! [Please subscribe, please customize! ]

Wind Music Company.

Wang Fei sat on a chair, listening to the singing from the computer.

"It's you who spent your whole life chanting Shangxie."

"And I turned around and betrayed you like a flower."

"In that year, Chang'an was full of flowers."

"I heard the spring wind beyond the Great Wall weeping blood—"

Ye Han's voice sounded like a noble son from a scholarly family and a group of golden orchids.

But at this moment, this noble son's singing voice is full of remorse and regret.

In addition, there is a deep sense of reluctance and tenderness.

What kind of emotion is this-!

Thinking back to the last time Ye Han was asked to record "The World Is Not Worth It".

The other party suddenly gave her a sheet of music, which surprised her for a long time.

It turned out that I wanted to keep Da Tang to sing...

It's quite romantic to give back to fans!

Su City, a villa area.

Zhang Yimou was sitting in the study, with Ye Han's voice in his ears.

"Ask someone who can lend me a look back."

"Go against the current and go back to the distant fleeting years one by one"

"Follow the evil you chanted for me."

"I'll see you one more time_"

He seemed to see a poignant story slowly unfolding before his eyes.

The general goes to the battlefield, and the princess marries far away.

Since then, the two have been far away from each other and never saw each other again.

But the general never forgot the princess who was far away...

The righteousness of the family and the country and the mountains and rivers of the sun and the moon lie between the two people, it is tragic and desolate!

This is such a good book for making a movie!

Zhang Yimou has not seen such a good story for a long time.

It's neither a brainless sweet love, nor an abortion.

It's a choice between love and duty.

It's decided, shoot it!

Tianfu University.

Girls' dormitory.

"It's you who spent your whole life chanting Shangxie."

"And I turned around and betrayed you like a flowery beauty one by one"

"In that year, Chang'an was full of flowers."

"I heard the spring wind beyond the Great Wall weeping blood one by one"

Yang Xiao listened to this song and felt like he had entered a dream.

That day, the breeze blew down a field of peach blossoms, and the woman stood under the tree, smiling like a flower.

The general was defeated in the frontier fortress war, and the woman wore a wedding dress to marry and get married far away.

The sunset was just right that day, and the wedding dress on her body was shining like blood under the setting sun.

Since you left, I have entrusted my life and death to the battlefield.

Suddenly, she was awakened.

Next to her was her mother's worried face: "Xiaoxiao, what's wrong with you, why are you crying?" Yang Xiao was stunned, a tear slipped from the corner of his eye.

Kyoto, Assembly Hall.

Ye Han was dressed in red, but he sang a farewell song.

"The song "Shangxie" that you sang."

"From now on I can't really hear—"

"Shangxie" is originally a poem.

A powerful love poem.

"I want to know each other with you, long life will never fade, mountains will have no mausoleums, and rivers will be exhausted.

But Ye Han turned it into a story.

A poignant love story about mountains, rivers, and countries.

The whole song is full of "I can't ask for it".

With this song, they walked into that chaotic era of youth.

, Donglei shakes, summer rains and snows, the heaven and the earth unite, but dare to be with the king!

Outside Chang'an City, the sky is full of falling flowers.

The princess wore her wedding dress, red as the setting sun.

The general stood above the city gate, holding his sword tightly in his hand.

She seemed to feel his gaze, and suddenly turned her head to meet his gaze.

The vermilion lips parted lightly, the general thought she would recite "Shangxie" as usual.

But what the princess said was: "I am willing to die with you."

The princess made peace, and the general went to the battlefield.

You write your name in history, I write your name on my grave.

Life cannot coexist, and death cannot coexist in the same niche. I will still keep your place by my side for the rest of my life.

Several female artists wiped their tears with tissues.

The rest of the people were silent, their hearts seemed to be suppressed by something.

Out of breath.

"Flying flowers are scattered again this season."

"And your wedding dress is more gorgeous than flying flowers—"

"You open your lips like you want to chant Shangxie again."

"What I said is that I would like to have one with you"

The singing in my ears didn't stop, and the soft male voice was slightly hoarse.

Like a cuckoo crying blood, the heart-piercing sadness and regret permeated everyone's heart!

Finally, he spoke slowly, his voice was cold and tinged with grief.

"A certain month in a certain year, a tomb was discovered by archeology."

"From the epitaph, it can be judged that it is a joint tomb of a general and a woman from the clan."

"The main burial chamber stores the inner and outer coffins for the joint burial of two persons, but there is only one male skeleton in the joint burial coffin."

"Unexpectedly, the title of the clan woman on the epitaph is consistent with the title of a contemporaneous concubine princess recorded in the historical records. I don't know why." Finally, amidst the silence, the song ended.

As the singing fell, the accompaniment also dissipated invisible.

In the entire Datang, there was only the sound of soft sobbing.

....for flowers 0

Ye Han bowed slowly: "Thank you."

After a while, there was a burst of applause.

The applause was getting louder and louder, like overwhelming mountains and seas, layer by layer.

In the end, it was so loud that it felt like thunder in the ears, deafening the saddle, and it lasted for a long time.

The big boss stood up, went to the stage and shook hands with Ye Han himself.

He looked at Ye Han and showed an appreciative smile.

"Student Ye Han, young and promising!"

Ye Han smiled modestly.

"You are rude."

Amid thunderous applause, the cameras of the media flickered like stars in the dark night.

The scene of Ye Han and the big boss standing together was permanently frozen in the picture.

This photo was later hung in the front hall of the Huaxia Opera Association and the library of Shanghai University of Magic.

It is said that there is even the study of the big boss.

Until Ye Han left Datang, the applause behind him didn't stop.

The old artist burst into tears, and was relieved.

The young artists found a lot of inspiration from Ye Han.

Get ready to go big.

Weibo, post bars, forums, homepages of major web pages...

Everyone is talking about it!

[Ye Han, the transmitter of traditional culture, the image ambassador of opera culture! 】

[The classic grip of the big boss and Goddess Ye Han! 】

[A song "Shangxie" shocked Datang! 】

[Zhang Yimou publicly stated that he wanted to buy the story background of "Shangxie". 】

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This kind of news can be seen everywhere.

The number of Ye Han's fans soared to [-] million overnight!

There are even people from other countries who have become his diehard fans.

A group of crooked nuts listen to his songs every day, shaking their heads.

He was still humming in his throat.

Art schools abroad even let students watch more.

Ye Han's "Farewell My Concubine" clips were also played back on the big screens in the overseas Chinatown, and some people spontaneously searched for other resources and provided them to the street information group.

Like "Big Fish", "Drawing the Silk Opera", "Swallows Never Rest"...

You can hear it in Chinatown.

Every day, the number of Ye Han's fans is increasing.

Slowly marching towards 3 million.

Ye Han didn't feel anything at first.

But when he walked on the road wearing a mask one day, he was recognized by others.