We made up at the beginning, and I continued my relationship with my secret crush

The sound of the erhu quickly tore through the darkness.

What followed was not the light, but the dispersal of smoke.

Everyone else felt a little uncomfortable. Xia Yao even held Yan Ye's hand tightly, blocking his sight and secretly looking at the stage through his fingers.

suddenly!

A beam of dark red light hit Qi Mo, and his costume, which had been gorgeous just now, was now filled with gloom.

Qi Mo's face was covered with a white human-shaped mask for some unknown reason. It was obviously decorated with many gems, but it was strangely oozing tears of blood, as if he had returned from hell. The smile at the corner of his mouth also looked extremely weird.

The only thing that was revealed in Qi Mo's eyes was a hollow and deep look.

"The eighteenth day of the first lunar month is an auspicious day for raising sorghum."

Qi Mo's singing voice sounded faintly, and the red color of his costume seemed to surge with the ups and downs of the song. There was no joy at all, but instead it was like a river of blood surging.

"Put on the red dress, every foot is filled with hatred, and it is cut in a hurry."

Qi Mo stood up stiffly and mechanically, as if being pulled by an invisible force. Her red dress was like the satin on a coffin, every inch of it soaked in sadness and despair.

"My beloved has been dismissed, but he won't come back. I just pretend to be happy."

Qi Mo's voice echoed in the empty theater, making the scene even more eerie.

"The castanets are red and sandalwood. They speak briskly and are really hard to guess."

The clean sound, coupled with the gentle background music, seems even more spacious.

At this moment, the lights suddenly focused on Gu Cheng behind Qi Mo, who was also wearing a strange white smiley mask.

The tempo of the background music also became faster.

"At the hour of Mao, the three miles away began to turn, the rhythm of the rhythm, the sound of horse hooves gradually rising, cutting off the word of sorrow."

"Instantly, the fog opened up, and the wild cats followed me for several blocks, climbing up the trees with crooked necks."

Gu Cheng's voice had a unique rhythm and clear punctuation. As the song progressed, the fog in the theater seemed to grow thicker, as if wild cats were really running between the shadows of the trees, making shrill cries that were creepy.

The melodic rap allowed everyone to quickly enter the musical world of Qi Mo and Gu Cheng and feel the stories in their voices.

"She couldn't pick up the conversation again this time. She was laughing and crying. Guess how she was laughing and crying."

The singer's voice became sad and mournful, but before it stopped, the light that had just come on shone on Qi Mo again.

He stood sideways, holding a suona in his hand.

The sound of suona broke in in an almost barbaric way. It was high-pitched and passionate, like a thunder, instantly piercing the night sky and pushing the entire musical atmosphere to the extreme of shock and stunning.

What followed was not light, but heart-wrenching pain.

Old Master Qi clenched his hands and looked at his little grandson on the stage, his eyes filled with pride.

Grandma Gu and Mother Gu's eyes were red for some reason, and they both felt like running away from here immediately.

The unique timbre of the suona, which is both rough and delicate, penetrates the barriers of time and space, bringing the audience directly into a gloomy and mysterious wedding scene.

The sound of suona is perfectly integrated into this song.

The sound of suona combined with Gu Cheng's voice makes people experience unprecedented shock and emotion.

First bow to heaven and earth, second bow to parents, and then husband and wife bow to each other. These should be the festive words on the happiest day, but at this moment, because of the sound of suona and Gu Cheng's voice, they become intense and distorted, with unspeakable horror.

Especially at the end, Gu Cheng kept chanting: "The eighteenth day of the first lunar month, an auspicious day."

At the same time, the sound of suona continued.

The two of them walked stiffly to their original place, and Qi Mo sat down stiffly. As the last music came to a halt and he put down the suona in his hand, Gu Cheng covered Qi Mo with a red veil.

The lights turned dim red again and suddenly turned off as the music clicked.

Everything returns to darkness.

Only the people in the audience were left gasping for breath.

Fu Shuya patted his chest, stood up with weak legs, staggered to the camera, and supported himself to confirm the recording.

She watched the recording frame by frame, and only sat back in her chair exhausted after confirming that there was no problem.

The chair made a noise, instantly breaking everyone's stunned state.

Mr. Qi, Mr. Gu, Cui Li and Ji Qimin were the first to stand up and applaud enthusiastically, breaking the gloomy atmosphere in the room.

Then others also reacted and followed suit with their applause.

Xia Yao clapped the loudest, and didn't stop even when his palms turned red.

The temporary staff nearby also applauded spontaneously.

The lights on the stage slowly lit up, and the bright lights brought warmth back again.

Qi Mo and Gu Cheng took off the masks on their faces, walked off the stage and thanked everyone one by one.

Everyone’s reaction has already shown whether the performance was good or not.

But Qi Mo still wanted to improve, so he asked, "Teacher Cui, is there anything else we should change?"

Gu Cheng also looked at Ji Qimin, waiting for the guidance of the two teachers.

Cui Li exchanged a glance with Ji Qimin, then smiled bitterly and said, "I was listening too intently just now..."

Ji Qimin nodded, indicating that he felt the same way.

It was Mr. Qi who first put forward some suggestions.

"Xiao Mo still needs to get familiar with the suona in the middle. When will the competition start?"

"Next Saturday."

"There's still time. Go practice with your Uncle Liang."

"Okay! Thank you, Grandpa!"

"Xiao Gu, talk to your Uncle Cui and Uncle Ji. The suona and your voice are at most 1+1 equal to 2 right now, which is far from being greater than 2."

Gu Cheng's face was full of learning.

Cui Li and Ji Qimin patted Gu Cheng's shoulders at the same time, "Let's listen to some a cappella later."

"OK, no problem!"

After Mr. Qi finished arranging the follow-up for the two children, he looked at Fu Shuya and asked with a smile, "Do you need to shoot anything else today?"

Fu Shuya thought about it and nodded, "I want to record a few more shots showing our faces. This mask is still too powerful, and it's hard to match it with Qi Mo and Gu Cheng. It will be easier to promote if it's recognizable."

Mr. Qi nodded: "Then hurry up and take off your clothes after you're done."

Mr. Gu felt the same way.

Mrs. Gu and Mother Gu agreed again and again: "Yes, take off your clothes after the filming. Don't take too many photos of your face. Although I know you are doing it for the performance, why do I feel so uncomfortable?"

"That's right, ah... I haven't decided yet whether to have a Chinese wedding or a Western wedding. Now it seems that a suit would be better."

"Luckily you two are in the capital. I can see you after the performance. Otherwise, I would be so scared that I couldn't sleep well."

Grandma Gu held Qi Mo and Gu Cheng's hands. Only by holding them in her own hands and ensuring that her two children were doing well could she feel a little more at ease.

Qi Mo and Gu Cheng felt a little embarrassed to have frightened their families, but this was also the emotion the song wanted to express.