After the breakup, a song without makeup resonated with the entire Internet

[It rains heavily in my old hometown and the vegetation is deep]

【I heard you are always alone】

[The mottled city gate is surrounded by old tree roots]

【What echoes on the stone slab is wait】

On the stage, Jiang Yu's singing has not stopped yet.

The eyes of the two teachers were bright.

Along with the singing, antique fonts appeared on the big screen behind, which was a poem!

"The wind is shaking the green grass and the rain is falling, but who is waiting for you?"

"Three springs pass by in Jiang'an, and dusk sings on the terrace."

"The time is dark, fireworks are easy to get cold, but old dreams are always warm."

"Intoxicated by the willow color of the past, infatuation took root."

Paired with this soothing music and Jiang Yu's low but extremely high singing voice.

[It rains heavily in my old hometown and the vegetation is deep]

[I heard that you are still guarding the lonely city]

[The sound of the pastoral flute in the suburbs fell in that wild village]

[It’s us who are destined to take root]

........

Listening to the song, the audience seemed to be in that era and in the painting.

In the end, I watched a young woman praying for blessings in the temple, then escaping into Buddhism, waiting for the growth cycle alone, but it was all in vain. Finally, she was accompanied by the green lantern and disappeared in the long river of history.

"Sounds good, really sounds good!"

"I don't know, I'm shocked by the comparison, and I compare Xu Kun with Brother Yu. It's really insulting."

"It's so comfortable to listen to. Is this a Chinese style song?"

"It turns out that songs without high notes can make people tremble so much."

"I've seen the Chinese style, Jiang Yu, I've seen it too!"

"I have more goosebumps than when Yang Weiwei sang just now."

"Yes! I think so too. Yang Weiwei's high notes are the kind that force me to get goosebumps, but this song is the kind of feeling I can't help but feel after seeing the scene before my eyes."

The little fairies were all suffocated and closed their mouths. There was nothing they could do. Indeed, their brother was a bit far behind.

[Jialan Temple listens to the sound of rain and looks forward to eternity...]

On the stage, the last lyrics were sung.

Finally, Jiang Yu's voice slowly disappeared.

And the melodious music has not stopped yet,

The melodious bamboo flute, guzheng, and guqin, combined with the Western piano, seem to continue the vicissitudes of history, the rise and fall.

The music also stopped.

The audience was immersed in the singing and could not come out for a long time.

As one audience member applauded, as if being led along, two people applauded, three people applauded, and the entire audience applauded.

When the last syllable of the music ended, Jiang Yu bowed deeply to the audience seriously.

Wang Xianjun and Ning Anbang also started talking at this time, but the admiration in their eyes did not stop at all.

Finally, the host came on stage.

"Thank you Teacher Jiang Yu for the wonderful performance. Is there anything you want to say?"

Wang Xianjun looked at Jiang Yu with a smile: "I have always been very optimistic about this child Xiao Jiang. I didn't expect him to reach his current level in less than two years. Xiao Jiang, I have a question for you. Is this the Chinese style you proposed?"

Jiang Yu smiled back.

"Yes, this is Chinese style."

"Can you briefly talk about your Chinese style concept?"

Jiang Yu nodded.

He reiterated the three ancient and three new ideas proposed by Fang Zhoushan in his previous life.

"Ancient poetry, ancient culture, ancient melodies, new singing methods, new arrangements, new concepts!"

Wang Xianjun's eyes became brighter and brighter as he listened.

"To interpret our ancient Gong Shang Jiao Zheng Yu in a modern way, and to integrate it so perfectly, good, good, really good!"

Then he looked at Ning Anbang: "Mr. Ning, Jiang Yu is your student. How do you feel?"

Ning Anbang smiled and nodded, then looked at Jiang Yu with a kind expression.

This is his grandson-in-law. I didn't expect him to be so good now. It's really good.

"He has always been excellent since he was in school. There are so many good things about this song that I don't even know where to start. However, I am sure of one thing. After tonight, the style of Chinese style will be Be remembered by the entire Chinese music scene."

"I remember Xiao Jiang sang an English song abroad, which was translated as "The Legend Will Never Die". Jiang Yu is worthy of being called a legend!"

This kind of evaluation is too high. Even if Ning Anbang is the grandfather, Jiang Yu blushes a little on the stage due to this praise.

"but."

Ning Anbang looked at Jiang Yu with a smile: "From this song, I don't know if it's my imagination, but I feel that you are telling everyone a story in the form of singing."

"Yes, actually this is a story passed down by us."

Ning Anbang smiled and nodded: "Sure enough, after listening to the whole song, this story immediately appeared in my mind."

Wang Xianjun looked at his old friend from the side: "Have you read this story?"

Ning Anbang smiled and nodded: "Yes!"

Then look at all the viewers.

"Everyone should have seen the text typed on the big screen just now. This text comes from a book written by a writer during the Northern Wei Dynasty. It is called "Luoyang Jialan Ji". The text inside describes the collapse of the city after its prosperity. Excerpts from the story of the ruined thousand-year-old ancient capital."

"This excerpt is about a general who met a woman and fell in love at first sight and made a private commitment for life. However, the general was later recruited by the court to fight on the border. In the years of war and chaos, this thousand-year-old city has been reduced to ruins."

"The woman waited for the general but delayed in breaking the rules, and finally became a nun."

"After coming back after a long period of hardship, he found the ancient Jialan Temple where the woman had become a monk, but she had already passed away."

"But in the story, the general returns, but we don't know whether it's his body or his soul that returns to his hometown. It's impossible to verify."

"The whole story expresses that no matter what time it is, it is the common people who suffer the most from war, but this story is the author's attempt to express the lamentable feelings of the ancients."

The audience listened to Ning Anbang's explanation in stunned silence.

The singers in the waiting room also looked embarrassed.

What a guy.

Everyone knows you are talented, but you can't bully others like this.

How do you let other singers live?

Can you leave some way for other singers to survive?

The fans at the scene were shocked. They didn't expect that an ancient story could make him write flowers!

At the same time, I feel a little helpless. My idol is too talented. If the culture is low, I won’t even be able to understand the songs he sings.

There is no other way, just support your own idol.

After Ning Anbang finished speaking, he looked at Jiang Yu kindly: "Xiao Jiang, am I right?"

Jiang Yu laughed and nodded: "Yes, that's the story. Teacher Ning is very knowledgeable."

"Haha, it's nothing for an old guy like me to know a lot, but for a young man like you to be able to write such a song from this story, that's a real talent!"

When he said this, there was warm applause.