Chapter 1409: Red Dust Inn

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　　 When the lights came on again, Xiao Yunhai appeared on the stage, dressed in white, with fluttering hair and a long sword in his hand.
　　
　　 "Wow, is Yunhuang going to make a big move?"
　　
　　 "Even in a concert, I don't seem to see him dressed up like this."
　　
　　 An ancient prelude sounded. In the hazy fog, Xiao Yunhai drew his long sword, transformed into an ancient knight, and danced the long sword.
　　
　　His movements are elegant and natural, like moving clouds and flowing water, with a long sword in his hand, swaying out of nowhere, the sword shines, and the music, so that the audience in the audience and in front of the TV are stunned and confused.
　　
　　 After a while, the long sword will scabbard, and the singing sounded.
　　
　　 "The end of the end of the world is wind and sand, and the story of the red dust is called care. The sword is hidden under the eastern fence of ordinary people, and the ancient temple of wild cranes is idle."
　　
　　While Xiao Yunhai sang, Zhao Wanqing wore a white long dress, like a nine-day fairy descending to the earth, walking out of the misty fog, and looking affectionately at Xiao Yunhai.
　　
　　 The pompous and affectionate look makes the stars and fans in the audience no longer able to look away.
　　
　　 "Quickly fighting in the arena is nothing more than fame and fortune. People who have a country in their heart, how can they be happily and unrestrained, I just ask to share with you."
　　
　　 In the second part of the main song, Zhao Wanqing danced, with light footsteps and graceful dance, seamlessly matching the music.
　　
When Xiao Yunhai sang "I only want to share with you," Zhao Wanqing walked quickly to Xiao Yunhai, holding Xiao Yunhai's hand with both hands, the two looked at each other affectionately, the endless affection in their eyes suddenly Appeared.
　　
　　 This song "The Red Dust Inn" is a collaboration between Fang Wenshan and Jay Chou, the best partner in the past life. It has won numerous awards and is deeply loved by fans.
　　
　　 Whether it is a celebrity or a fan, they were successfully brought into the artistic conception expressed by the song.
　　
　　 "Who laughs when the sword is out of its sheath, I only want to hold you in my arms now. The wind is like a knife in the Hongchen Inn, and the rain falls fatefully. Who will lead the coquettish in Wulin."
　　
　　 "But I only bend my waist for you, and cross the deserted villages and bridges to find the ancient road. Away from the hustle and bustle of the world, the catkins are floating with the hand of my son."
　　
　　 At the climax, Xiao Yunhai, who had been singing and humming, instantly became generous and heroic, free and easy, and showed the feeling of willing to let go of everything for love.
　　
　　 And Zhao Wanqing’s dance is more lingering, which perfectly fits the meaning of the song.
　　
　　 Zhao Wanqing had studied classical dance for three years, and this time it was a vivid show of what she had learned.
　　
　　 After the first chorus, there was no applause at the scene. Everyone opened their eyes wide and sat there watching the performance of Xiao Yunhai and Zhao Wanqing on the stage.
　　
　　 The same goes for the audience in front of the TV.
　　
"Under the eaves, the window lattice is slanting against the branches, sitting on the floor and drinking tea with you, I will memorize you firmly with meticulous brushwork, and it is not elegant to pick up the pen. Under the lamp, I sigh at the red face near the sunset, I say fate is like going to Zen without talking . Your tears are like pear blossoms spilling over the world on paper, love and hate like freehand landscape painting."
　　
The lyrics of the second paragraph of 　　 are still meticulously crafted, and people seem to see the life scenes of a knight and his lover after they have retired.
　　
"Who laughed when the sword was out of the sheath? I only want to hold you in my arms now...I only bend for you. When you look back, I smile with tears, the wine flags the wind, the sword is out of the sheath. Up."
　　
　　 At the climax of the second paragraph, Xiao Yunhai drew out his sword again, sang and danced the sword. The long sword in his hand was like a dragon, as thin as a mist, without the slightest anger.
　　
　　 And Zhao Wanqing flutters with long sleeves on the other side, lightly dancing with gentle steps, bringing the feminine beauty to the extreme.
　　
　　 The two are strong and soft, and the people watching are dizzy.
　　
　　 At the end of Xiao Yunhai's long sword returned to its sheath, Zhao Wanqing also stopped dancing, walked slowly in front of him, and lightly leaned on his body, both of them showed sweet smiles at the same time.
　　
　　 This moment seems to stop time.
　　
　　 Amidst the emptiness, a peerless beauty is gently nestled in the arms of a peerless swordsman. The picture is simply beautiful and intoxicating.
　　
　　 When the last note of the music fell, Xiao Yunhai and Zhao Wanqing smiled at each other, held hands, and bowed deeply to the audience.
　　
　　 The audience just woke up like a dream, looking at a pair of Bi people on the stage, they gave a storm of applause.
　　
　　 "Gosh, it's so beautiful. This is the best live show I have ever seen."
　　
　　 "I am not surprised that Yunhuang could write such a song. What surprised me was that Qing Empress could perform classical dance, and he did so well. It was great."
　　
　　 "After watching this performance, I just want to say that Queen Yunhuangqing is really a match made in heaven."
　　
　　 Chen Huan sighed under the stage: "The lyrics are still meticulously crafted, and the melody is still ancient. This song by Yunhai is really amazing. I am afraid I will not be able to write such a song in my life."
　　
　　 Yao Na clapped her hands and said, "I didn't expect Wan Qing to dance so well. Every movement, every look, and the song of Yunhai are seamlessly matched. It is really amazing."
　　
Although Eliot did not understand the lyrics of "The Red Dust Inn", it did not prevent him from understanding the meaning of the song: "The combination of Xiao and Zhao cooperates too tacitly. There is a kind of right in every move. The love of the other party can only be achieved through the depths of love. This way of expressing love has never appeared in the European and American regions."
　　
David next to 　　 said: "This is something unique to Huaxia, otherwise how could it be called Huaxiafeng."
　　
　　 On the other side, Bao Lingrong's eyes were obsessed after the song ended. After a while, he sighed quietly, "It seems that I will never be able to catch up with them."
　　
Ningxia was taken aback, and asked in a puzzled way: "Lingrong, Yunhai wrote this song really well, but as long as you calm down, I believe you can write a song that is no less than his. Why did you suddenly feel such emotion? ?"
　　
Baoling Rong smiled bitterly: "Sister Ning, even if I write it out, who do you think can perform with me? No. According to the Internet, there is a kind of love called Xiao Yunhai and Zhao Wanqing~EbookFREE.me~ from theirs. In the song, I really learned. It turns out that true love exists."
　　
　　 Ningxia's face changed slightly, and said, "How many people are there in the world who are like couples who love each other?"
　　
　　 Ningxia had talked about love twice, but they all ended in failure. He is almost forty years old now, and he is not married, not even a boyfriend.
　　
　　 Because of this, after hearing Bao Lingrong's words, she can imagine how she feels.
　　
　　 After listening to Xiao Yunhai and Zhao Wanqing's singing, other singers also thought about each other.
　　
　　 After half an hour, the entire Jinzun Music Festival ended successfully.
　　
At this awards ceremony, the biggest winner is Baolingrong, who won five awards for best newcomer, most popular female singer, best single, best lyrics, and best composition in one fell swoop, even Elliott All paled in comparison.
　　
　　 And Xiao Yunhai and Zhao Wanqing, two outsiders, because the "Red Dust Inn" performed together was so stunning and overwhelming, it also became the focus of reporters' attention.
　　
　　 It took half an hour to send the reporter, and the two of them returned home.
　　
　　 I simply packed my things and kissed the two sleeping children. Xiao Yunhai and Zhao Wanqing rushed to the Yanjing International Airport.
　　
　　 It's January 6th, and there are only six days left before the Los Angeles concert. The two must prepare well in advance. After all, this is the first concert in Europe and the United States. If it fails, it will be bad.