Chapter 1497
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On the second floor, by the handrail of the corridor, the view was very good. One could almost see everything happening on the stage.
Jing Yanxiu had just sat down when he heard the clanging of a gong. He pursed his lips and turned to look.
The Jing Erhu and other musical instruments were played at the same time. The curtains opened and a good show began.
Everyone in the theater quieted down at the same time, watching the show in front of them with great seriousness.
On the stage, people sang about the rise and fall of the country. The flames of war burned across the vast land. What filled the air was the chaotic period of war.
Looking at the girl on the stage, Jing Yanxiu's eyes gradually lost focus. It was as if in that moment, through her, Jing Yanxiu could once again feel the chaos and helplessness of the battlefield. It was mixed with people's helplessness and cries for help.
The rise and fall of the country, the destruction of the mountains and rivers, the pain of the country's demise, the decline of the Qing Dynasty.
Hou Fangyu and Li Xiangjun's separation and reunion, the sorrow of separation and reunion, used comfort to express the feelings of prosperity and death.
The people below the stage were immersed in the show. They personally felt this sorrow and helplessness. They also felt hatred towards the invaders.
He just sat there and looked at her quietly from the side.
The anger that had been stirred up outside the Autumn Pavilion seemed to have slowly calmed down at this moment.
Second Master Jing lowered his eyes slightly. His long and thick eyelashes fell lightly under his eyes. The mole at the corner of his eye was cold and calm.
He turned his thumb ring slowly. His slender body leaned against the soft chair coldly. His military uniform carried a hint of coldness. His broad shoulders looked straight and firm, and he looked cold and aloof.
Second Master Jing didn't know how to act and didn't like to listen to it. The name of the song was something he had heard by chance. He had never heard it before and didn't know what the song was about.
But he could ignore the words and lyrics and accurately feel the emotions that the people in the show wanted to convey to him.
In the era of war, people had no choice. Human lives were like ants. If one died, there would be others. If you don't obey, you will die. If you obey, you will still die. But the former would die physically, while the latter would die mentally.
The helplessness of a country dying involuntarily.
Second Master Jing pursed his thin lips and looked down at the girl on the stage.
The snow-white fingertips that were twirling the thumb ring slowly stopped. Her eyes were still cold and calm, but if one looked closely, there seemed to be something else mixed in.
The country will not perish, and you will not be helpless in this chaotic world.
Because you have him.
You are not Li Xiangjun, and he is not Hou Fangyu.
You are his … Qingqing.
The light golden tassels on his shoulders swayed gently, and the cold military uniform gave off a sense of alienation that kept people a thousand miles away. The light golden button held the pocket watch, and it reached into the side pocket.
His slender fingers were wrapped in white gloves, making his fingertips look even more slender and bony.
The young and beautiful warlord sat on the soft chair indifferently, quietly watching the scene on the stage. He didn't move at all. His gaze fell below the stage. The tea on the table slowly turned from warm to cold. The early morning sun gradually shone brightly.
It wasn't until the gong sounded and the curtains were drawn that his long eyelashes fluttered as if he had just woken up from a dream.
After Li Shijin finished watching and tasted the aftertaste, he was incomparably shocked. He felt that this scene was really memorable. Li Shijin's heart was incomparably excited. He admired Shen Wanqing even more.
How could … how could there be someone who could sing into people's hearts and not leave?
Li Shijin stood up and walked towards the backstage. A certain master on the second floor also stood up and left without saying a word. Adjutant Su saw this and hurriedly followed behind.
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