Xiao Zuojing became popular after falling in love with her ex

Thanks Jane Cong.

Cui Jingwu also took a seat in the VIP seat where Qu Banyan and the others were, sitting with other guests who had finished their performance.

There is a yellow line five or six meters away behind him, and all Cui fans are sitting behind the yellow line.

Jian Cong's face appeared on the big screen. He turned around and said something to the band members, and then turned to look at the auditorium.

The camera directly reflected his delicate and flawless face, he slightly pulled the corner of his lower lip, and the audience let out deafening cheers.

He raised his hand and made a "shh" gesture with his right index finger on his lips, and everyone fell silent.

It's just that those Cui fans deliberately opposed him. Not only did they not be quiet, but they also talked loudly and laughed deliberately, creating a noisy scene.

Seeing Jian Cong looking towards them, they intensified their efforts, giving Jian Cong the middle finger and singing bad words about him loudly.

They thought this would help Jian Cong's mentality, but they found that Jian Cong was not only not angry, but even smiled at them.

They were startled, not understanding why Jian Cong smiled at them.

And in the next second, they saw Jian Cong giving them a thumbs up, and then he turned his thumb down again, making a gesture of contempt commonly used internationally.

The Cui fans suddenly had high blood pressure, and their bad-mouthing voices became louder.

The other viewers only felt relieved. They knew that Jian Cong could not always suffer so badly and not fight back, and the method he used to fight back now was indeed effective. Didn't the group of Cui fans get irritated?

And not only Cui Fan, but Cui Jingwu's own complexion is not as proud as before.

But after thinking about it, he felt that Jian Cong was just pretending to be calm, playing tricks, and talking quickly in front of him like he did at the airport before.

So soon he relaxed again, folded his arms and leaned on the back of the chair, waiting to see what Jian Cong could perform.

Jian Cong signaled for everyone to be quiet, and the audience quieted down, only the group of Cui fans were still clamoring.

Jian Cong ignored them, but picked up the suona and prepared to play it.

He closed his eyes and took a breath, and then amidst the malicious sarcasm of the Cui fans, he blew the first blow.

The loud suona sound instantly overwhelmed the cries of Cui Fans, penetrated the entire square, and also pierced everyone's eardrums, hitting the heart directly.

With just one sound, everyone couldn't help but calm down and looked straight at Jian Cong. Even the contestants who were still cooking on the high platform looked at him in surprise.

Fu Wenzhou stood in front of the guardrail beside the high platform, looking at Jian Cong's back.

Jian Cong still had his eyes closed, and he mobilized his breath, and the loud suona sound suddenly rose by another key, and there was an obvious and subtle change.

The melodious tunes of erhu and matouqin were added smoothly, the tunes began to flow, and the band behind Jian Cong also appeared on the screen.

Suddenly, the picture on the big screen went dark, but the music continued.

At this moment, everyone also found that this piece of music seems to be festive, but it seems to have some sad emotions in it.

Two seconds later, when the big screen was turned on again, everyone found that Jian Cong and the others were no longer on the screen, replaced by a black curtain, and in front of the curtain stood two puppets in red costumes.

Two puppets stood at both ends of the curtain, a full meter apart.

The music gradually became louder, and the "groom's official" looked at the "bride" on the opposite side. The bride was covered with a red hijab, standing there quietly, motionless, and the bright red satin flower in her hand was about to hang down.

With a smile on the corner of the groom's lips, he walked towards the bride, and the camera moved slowly with his steps.

Feeling this, the bride raised her hand and stretched it forward, the satin flower rolled from her hand and fell to the ground, leaving only one end of the red silk in her hand.

The groom stopped and bent down to pick up the other end of the fallen red silk.

He shook his head with a smile, as if he was laughing that his bride was too delicate to hold silk flowers well.

The sound of the flute joined in, and the sound of the suona became more tactful and loud, and the rough male voice, with the taste of opera and dialect, shouted dullly: "Bow to heaven and earth!"

The bride and groom turned around to face the sky and earth, bowed and bowed.

"Two thanks to the high hall!"

The bride and groom bow again.

"Bye husband and wife!"

The bride and groom face to face, worship and get married.

"Licheng!"

The camera slowly approaches the two newcomers, and finally focuses on the red silk flowers in their hands. Gradually, the camera is covered by red.

The sound of the music suddenly paused, and the sound of the drums slammed into the hearts of everyone.

The music sounded again, and the suona played a very cheerful song, but the sound of the matouqin and erhu had a sad tone, making it difficult to tell whether the song was sad or happy.

And the red screen gradually brightened.

The camera moved away from the red silk on the lion dancer's forehead. When the lion dancer's entire face was exposed, the lion's head shook and its eyelids blinked mischievously a few times.

The music continues, the drums and suona are the most obvious.

The lion dance began to dance with the drumbeat, and the picture gradually expanded, and the dragon dance also joined in.

A dragon and a lion sometimes fight and dance, sometimes lingering, the picture changes again, and the acrobatic troupe appears on the big screen.

Those who hold bowls, turn plates, and perform soft skills all have rigid smiles on their faces, like puppets that are flexible but soulless.

They gradually flocked to the center of the square and surrounded the dragon and lion dancers. The dragon and lion dancers looked around in "horrified" and they back to back and "roared" at these people.

But their voices were too small, and the others were too many.

So gradually, the dragon and lion dancers all crawled down and leaned on each other tightly. They lowered their heads, not daring to look at the people who trapped them around them.

The picture was re-frozen on the red silk on the head of the lion dancer, and when it was pulled back, the bride's hijab had been neatly stacked, and the "bride" who had changed into normal clothes was dancing with the "groom".

It was only then that everyone discovered that this bride was actually a man.

The two men sometimes fight and dance in front of the black curtain, and sometimes linger, just like the pair of dragon and lion dancers who are not of the same species at all, they are not recognized and blessed by others.

They closed the door and lived happily, but when they walked out, they were pointed at.

Gradually, their lives were no longer happy, they began to quarrel and became depressed.

Finally, both of them fell into the black curtain.

The picture flashed, and a pair of beautiful hands appeared on the screen.

The slender white fingertips supported the suona, all the accompaniment stopped, and the suona sang loudly again, but this time it was no longer festive, but purely sad.

— This is the funeral song.

The camera shakes, and Jian Cong's exquisite cheeks begin to blur. He closes his eyes, his long eyelashes tremble slightly, and the center of his brows is also frowning.

The screen began to flash, drummers, erhu, matouqin, flute, dragon and lion dance, acrobatic troupe...all of them began to appear on the screen in disorder.

Suddenly, the picture was re-frozen in front of the black curtain, and two puppets in wedding clothes stood in front of the curtain as if nothing had started.

Only this time they were no longer facing each other, and they were no longer holding the same silk. They stood back to back, with the silks in their hands hanging on the ground.

The music also stopped, only Suona was still playing the sad music.

"Worship heaven and earth!"

The hoarse male voice shouted, and the suona sound began to become sharp and harsh.

The two puppets face each other with their backs facing each other, each bowing.

"Two thanks to the high hall!"

Neither of the two puppets moved anymore.

"Bye husband and wife!"

The two puppets were in a stalemate. They exerted a little force, as if they wanted to turn their backs to see the person behind them, but the person who controlled them didn't let them turn around at all.

So they could only bend down stiffly, facing the other side where there was no one, and did not get up again for a long time.

The suona sound returned to its normal pitch, and other instruments joined in again.

The scene cuts to Jian Cong's face, and the camera looks up at his face.

He opened his eyes and looked at the endless high sky above his head. He played the suona, his eyes were red, and the tears in his eyes would never fall.

Finally, after the heaviest drumbeat, the tears in Jian Cong's eyes slid down and landed on the cinnabar mole on his Adam's apple.

The camera is close to the past, and in the crystal, there are large patches of white and a little red.

Gradually, the lens became blurred, and when it became clear again, a pure white "Mourning Hall" appeared, dotted with a hint of red.

It was in front of a pure white curtain, the groom was wearing a red wedding dress, holding two jugs of wine, and sat down next to the black wooden coffin, still clutching the red hijab tightly in his hand.

In the coffin, another groom was lying in it with his eyes closed, wearing the bridal gown that he didn't have time to use.

All the music stopped, and Suona played the last melodious and loud tone just like the beginning, and it took a long time before it stopped abruptly.

When a song ends and a tragedy ends, everyone can't recover for a long time.

A chef forgot that he was still in the competition. The hot soup in the pot boiled and splashed out, scalding the back of his hand, and he suddenly came back to his senses.

It was like a switch, and everyone slowly came to their senses.

All the performers just now had gathered around Jian Cong and the others. All of them stood together, and they bowed together when the camera covered them all.

The applause was thunderous and lasted for a long time.

How many people were teary-eyed, how many people were sore, they couldn't even say "good", because they were completely brought into the story by the joy and sorrow of the traditional suona just now.

With such a tragic ending, they were reluctant to say yes, they only felt distressed and sad.

After Jian Cong bowed to the audience, he turned around and bowed to all the performers.

The performers also saluted him back, and everyone felt the same feeling in their hearts, which was moved and proud.

They were moved by the charm of traditional music, and proud of their favorite folk art for being able to perform such moving stories. At the same time, they also thanked Jian Cong for giving everyone such an opportunity.

But in fact, Jian Cong wanted to thank them even more.

The country of Hua has a history of thousands of years, and countless cultural treasures have been handed down. They are all inherited and promoted by inheritors like the group of people in front of us.

If it weren't for the dedication of such people from generation to generation, these treasures might not be as splendid and brilliant as they are now.

As an ordinary person, Jian Cong will respect and appreciate these folk arts, and will also try to learn and support them as much as he can, just like he learned this song "Mandarin Duck Mistake", just like he does for Hua Guofei every year. The same as the funds donated to the legacy project.

As a member of Jane's family, as a person with certain public influence, he suddenly felt that what he had done before was not enough, and he could actually do more.

It's just that these are obviously not what he wants to think about now, he just wants to go back to Fu Wenzhou now.

The sense of substitution of the song just now is really too strong, Jian Cong, like everyone else, was hurt by this song and this story.

He borrowed the red hijab from the puppeteer, and then quickly ran up the high platform, and Fu Wenzhou was waiting for him by the stairs.

The two stood together facing each other, and under the eyes of everyone, Fu Wenzhou took the hijab in Jian Cong's hand and covered it on top of his and Jian Cong's heads.

Then under the red hijab, he kissed Jian Cong's lips.

The applause that had not been extinguished suddenly became louder. Many people laughed through their tears, but some were even more sad. They were sad for those who had not waited for same-sex marriage to become legal, and for those who had been devastated by the secular world.

Jane Cong's performance hit everyone's heart.

Cui Jingwu undoubtedly lost, and the loss was terrible. Even many Cui fans were shocked by Jian Cong's performance, and began to feel remorse and shame for their previous behavior.

It's just that no one cares about them anymore. Whether it's the audience at the scene or the audience watching the live broadcast on the Internet, everyone has started to spontaneously repost, comment, support and promote Jian Cong's performance.

And this song "Mandarin Duck Wrong" also reached the top of the hot searches on major websites around the world with lightning speed. Everyone is discussing it, discussing Jian Cong, discussing these folk artists who do not often appear in the public eye .

Such a big scene immediately alarmed a large number of official organizations in Huaguo.

For example, the intangible cultural heritage management department of Huaguo, the official Chinese folk music, the Cultural Bureau, the traditional art propaganda group, and major official media are all talking about this performance. The performers praised it all.

Among them, the one that was ranked the highest on the hot search square, and the one with the most retweets and comments, was the long Weibo post by the Hua Folk Music official.

[@华国民乐官方: As mentioned earlier, when we knew that @见雄 might be performing folk music suona at an international competition, everyone in our department was notified to watch the live broadcast.

The reason is also very simple. The popularity of folk music has always been too low, and Jian Cong, an artist with high popularity and high reputation, if he can help folk music to promote, we must pay attention to and support it.

If before watching the performance, we were just reporting for work, then when Jian Cong played the first note, it is no exaggeration to say that the entire conference room sat up straight.

We don't know if he has learned suona for many years, but there is no one who can't play the whole piece without a few years of experience.

And this is not what surprised us the most. What surprised us the most was that he actually combined dragon and lion dances, acrobatics and puppet shows with this song "Mandarin Duck Wrong", and the effect was unexpectedly amazing.

Until now, when I type this passage, my hands are still shaking, and my state is actually better than other people in our department.

And we sent such a Weibo not only to praise and thank Jian Cong.

Because many friends may not know exactly what the story told by Jian Cong is like, so we are here to give you a brief talk.

This piece of music tells a sad story, and the prototype of the story is two literati 700 years ago——Min Wenyao and Dou Xinshui.

They came from aristocratic families with outstanding literary talents and obviously had a brilliant future, but they fell in love with each other in that era when only men and women could marry.

They love deeply, but they can't love each other. Their family background doesn't allow them to love each other, so they can only be together secretly, but their affairs are finally discovered.

The elders of the two parents asked them to marry each other, but they refused, and they fled together. But on the night they fled, Dou Xinshui was discovered by his family members. In desperation, he drank the poisonous wine he had prepared long ago and died on the spot.

Min Wenyao, who couldn't wait for his lover, took the risk to find Dou Xinshui, but what he got was the news of Dou Xinshui's death.

So, he risked half his life and paid homage to the dead Dou Xinshui in the mourning hall.

That night, he wrote this song and story, and after playing for half a good night, he drank the same poisoned wine in front of his lover's coffin, and when he died, he still tightly clutched the unused red hijab.

The puppet show performed by Jian Cong and the others, from the initial worship to the accusations and quarrels later, was Min Wenyao's brainwashing/brainwashing for himself.

He wanted to tell himself that they would not be happy after getting married, but in the end he couldn't convince himself, so he chose to go to hell with his lover.

Jian Cong and the others were also performing, seamlessly using dragon and lion dances and acrobatics.

Cross-species cannot be blessed. Dragon and lion dances are the incarnations of Min Dou. Those acrobatic troupes who surround them with stiff faces symbolize those onlookers who are manipulated by ideas and systems.

Now we can't jump out of history to judge whether the standards of an era are correct or wrong, but these stories will always be remembered in our hearts forever.

Jian Cong and his folk art cooperation this time also provided us with new ideas.

Art is inclusive. I believe that in the future, our folk music can also have more collisions with other art forms.

Once again, thanks to @见雄, to all the performers, and to all the friends who love folk music. 】

All the major media forwarded and commented on this sincere Weibo. The audience who didn't understand the performance of the puppet show at first burst into tears after seeing such an interpretation.

[Woooooooooooooooo I just found Min Wenyao’s last article, it’s so good to cry, my chest hurts from crying so much. 】

[The thing I'm afraid of is not the story, but the "adaptation of real people and real events", I will really cry to death. 】

[Ah, ah, master, you made me cry, you must quickly send candy to comfort me 55555]

Jian Cong's performance was really successful to the extreme. For many, many years to come, it will be the most classic version of the song "Mandarin Duck Mistake". No matter how many times you watch it, you will still be shocked.

Fu Wenzhou's heartbeat was also beating wildly. His cold hands tightly wrapped around Jian Cong's back, and in the small space covered by the hijab, he wantonly absorbed the warmth from Jian Cong's body.

In other words, Jian Cong was also looking for comfort from him.

Only when Jian Cong hugs Fu Wenzhou, kisses his lips, and feels the other person's body temperature, will the stabbing pain in his heart gradually weaken.

I don't know how long it took before they gradually separated.

Fu Wenzhou looked at him with red eyes, and found that Jian Cong had burst into tears at some point.

He gently kissed Jian Cong's face, and kissed his tear stains.

Jian Cong said softly, "I seem to have hurt the enemy one thousand and myself eight hundred."

Fu Wenzhou laughed, and said softly, "You're hoarse, I've made soup for you, would you like some?"

"Ah."

Fu Wenzhou raised his hand and took off the hijab.

His vision brightened again, but Jian Cong suddenly froze, and immediately raised his hand to cover his face.

"Huh?" Fu Wenzhou was puzzled for a moment, and then suddenly understood.

Jian Cong felt embarrassed belatedly.

"You pretend nothing happened, so you won't be shy." Fu Wenzhou figured out a way for him.

Jian Cong thought for a while, and felt that this method was good.

Or, he can treat the scene just now as filming, so he will be much better.

He took a deep breath, and then walked to their own stove with Fu Wenzhou.

Fu Wenzhou made warm crucian carp soup for him just now, and it is still hot, just right for drinking.

Jian Cong didn't look at anyone else, just sat on the chair and drank from the soup bowl.

Li Yuanyang also burst into tears, almost out of breath from crying, he was different from others at the scene, he knew what the song was about, so he was even more sad.

When Jian Cong came to the stage just now, he wanted to hug his brother and let his brother coax him, but his brother went straight to his brother-in-law and gave him a very romantic hijab kiss.

Li Yuanyang cried even more when the single dog was hit violently, and Zhong Jianyun was a little dumbfounded.

As soon as he sniffled and burst into tears, Zhong Jianyun silently moved away from him.

Seeing that Li Yuanyang seemed about to cry even worse, he walked back again and handed him two tissues.

Li Yuanyang was so moved that he hugged him tightly and cried, patting his back while crying.

Zhong Jianyun: ".."

He endured it for a while, and when he saw Jian Cong and Fu Wenzhou separated, he hurriedly pulled Li Yuanyang out of his arms, and said, "Go find your brother."

But Li Yuanyang didn't go, choked up and said in a low voice: "My brother is thin-skinned, it's better for me not to mess with him at this time."

After all, the way Jian Cong spends his shyness is to be alone and silent, and the other is to beat his brother.

Many people on the Internet are discussing Jian Cong's show just now, and many people are still watching in the live broadcast room. After seeing Jian Cong and Fu Wenzhou's red hijab kiss, their sadness just now has been cut down a lot, and now they are gradually emotional Also stabilized.

It's just that after this encounter, Jian Cong's fans and popularity have increased to a higher level, and the interaction between him and Fu Wenzhou just now has also successfully attracted them another wave of CP fans.

Many fans of the two who have been reluctant to slap CP, can't help but want to slap it now.

After all, these two people are really a good match, and the relationship is really visible to the naked eye, and it is their first love, and they have been married after so many years. If this is not the case, the requirements are too high.

So unconsciously, a lot of changes have taken place in the fan base related to the two of them.

And among Cui Jingwu's fans, many of them started to climb the wall.

If they were still brainless in protecting Cui Jingwu before and felt that Jian Cong's two wins were luck, then they can no longer deceive themselves.

Because they all have eyes, even if they wear [-] layers of filters, they can still tell who is good and who is bad.

Cui Jingwu didn't know when he had left the auditorium disheartened, and even quietly left the scene.

But there were so many people in this competition, so someone took a picture of Cui Jingwu running away with his tail between his legs, and put the video on the Internet.

Everyone began to mock Cui Jingwu one after another, but some people thanked him strangely. Without his provocation, Jian Cong would not have had the chance to create this classic.

It's just that not many people paid attention to him, only the fans of Jian Cong and the others would pay attention to him, and more passers-by were still discussing the performance just now, and the folk culture of Huaguo also made a big splash.

Of course, because of this, more people began to pour into the live broadcast room of the program group, wanting to watch Jian Cong and the others.

The contestants were so happy that they couldn't find Bei, thinking that the contest would be better than three days and three nights, but the time they set for the players was coming soon.

A countdown appeared on the large screen in the center of the square.

The players also began to make final preparations.

The Wensi tofu and lion's head made by Fu Wenzhou also just came out of the pan, and they were placed on a beautiful tray.

"The countdown is ten seconds." The host reminded.

Li Yuanyang and Zhong Jianyun were also ready and stopped moving.

It's just that the three chefs in Country H seemed to have lost their minds. They were already in a hurry, but they became even more flustered and panicked when they arrived later.

What they originally wanted to do was the "Man-Han Banquet" in country H, with a total of eight dishes, but they were upset because of the limited time.

So in the end, only five dishes were made, and all of them were done in a hurry, and the color, fragrance and taste were greatly reduced compared with usual.

"The countdown is over, all contestants, please stop and stay away from the kitchen counter." After the host finished speaking, the staff picked up the dishes made by the contestants and went to the venue where the five professional judges were.

The five judges sat in a closed room and didn't know who made what dish, but they could watch the broadcast of the live performance.

They were also shocked by Jian Cong's performance for a long time, and just now they were relieved, chatting about the song just now, the door was opened, and the staff put all the contestants' dishes on the table.

The big screen on the square also cut to the scene of the venue where the judges were. The judges were seated in their seats, with cameras in front of them, tableware, mouthwash and microphones at hand.

They wanted to taste and comment on the live broadcast, and the contestants also became nervous.

Li Yuanyang's eyes were red, and he looked up at the big screen eagerly, still crying.

Zhong Jianyun looked at him sideways, wanting to laugh.

Jian Cong and Fu Wenzhou stood side by side, neither of them was very nervous, but the judges were the first to taste the two dishes made by Fu Wenzhou.

The author says:

Brother Fu: When you came to me with a hijab, it was just to do what I did, right?

Young Master: ... People don't know how to be shy when they are excited.

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The source of inspiration for this Suona story is "囍 (Suona Complete Extended Version)" - by Wood, interested friends can listen to it -

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Thank you very much for your support, I will continue to work hard!