"She didn't get to speak this time,
She cried with a smile,
...
See how she cried and smiled."
Accompanied by a lighter rhythm once more.
The group of figures in black also lowered their heads, their hands hanging naturally.
The entire group swayed left and right like willow catkins in the wind, keeping pace with the rhythm.
Their movements, as if being swayed by strings, were so synchronized they exuded a chilling aura.
Ah, ah, ah!!
The dance on stage elicited screams from the audience!
Some girls, unable to bear it, rushed into their boyfriends' arms. The boyfriends holding their girlfriends didn't feel smug about fulfilling their wish; they cursed inwardly with grim faces.
"I'm f***ing losing it!!"
"This dance can only be described as defying the heavens!!"
"So damn thrilling!!"
"No matter what, with so many people here, what am I afraid of? Begone, evil spirits!!"
This Tingyu not only writes outrageous songs but also choreographs outrageous dances!
The live stream's barrage of comments was also filled with exclamation marks and question marks.
Dense "bullet screen protection" and "evil spirits retreat" expressed their surging emotions.
"..."
When the suona sounded again.
Even though everyone was mentally prepared, goosebumps still rose in waves!
The suona is just an eerie instrument; the moment it plays, it can evoke that tingling sensation.
Especially after accepting the narrative, hearing the suona made the sense of immersion much stronger, as if they were there, feeling the biting cold air around them!
The second time was in reality. The woman was held by figures in black, and the man's smile had completely vanished. He wailed, performing kowtowing motions mechanically.
"..."
The man knelt at the center of the stage and bowed again!
At this moment, Jiang Qian's brow was furrowed into the shape of the character "川"!
Her mouth twitched, her eyes reddened, and her expression was incredibly complex.
It wasn't just her.
The audience below the stage was also moved by the man's heart-wrenching cries, feeling a profound sadness.
"..."
With the final bow, the man collapsed powerlessly on the ground after finishing.
At this moment.
All the dancers in black formed a circle.
They lifted both the man and the woman.
Then they divided into two groups.
Carrying the two with exaggerated movements, they walked towards backstage.
"The eighteenth day of the first lunar month, a propitious day.
The eighteenth day of the first lunar month, a propitious day..."
The suona continued to play.
The melody carried soft whispers.
Repeating over and over.
As if emphasizing the theme, it kept repeating.
Accompanied by the figures in black carrying the man and woman, waving their hands rhythmically as they headed backstage, the scene was strangely unsettling.
"Dong!"
Finally, a gong sounded.
It struck the audience's hearts.
Everyone retreated backstage.
The stage lights suddenly dimmed.
On the incense table in the center of the stage, covered by a red cloth under a lantern, lay a pair of red embroidered shoes.
Looking at the red song title on the big screen and recalling the scene of people being carried earlier.
"Damn it!"
The one who spoke was veteran artist Zhou Ningbin.
Upon hearing this, everyone instantly understood his implication, and their scalps exploded!
No wonder the font looked so familiar; this was clearly a grave!
Chillingly thought-provoking!
Creepy!
The red on the big screen was inexplicably eerie. It was strange how this shade of red, just slightly darkened, could change the entire style of the stage.
An intense silence fell over the entire venue.
There were no cheers.
Nor were there shouts or applause.
Everyone stared blankly at the stage.
Forgetting to breathe.
...
ps: Trying to post one chapter split into two.