Chapter 306

"Ai!"

"Grab the instruments!"

The camera panned, and the scene appearing on stage left everyone stunned!

On the stage at this moment, there were actually several farmer uncles!

Not farmers made up with makeup, but genuine farmers from head to toe!

Everyone had graying hair, dark complexions, and wrinkles on their faces that told stories of hardship.

They wore clothes common among Shaanxi farmers, and what they held in their hands...

Holy crap! Countless people in front of their TVs were dumbfounded.

In everyone's hands, they held instruments that were half-new and half-old.

Moon lutes, banhu, erhu, clappers... well, those could pass, since they are instruments after all.

But what the hell is that bench the old man is holding?

Don't tell me that's an instrument too!

Yet in the shot, the old man raised a wooden block, poised to strike the small bench, clearly telling everyone: this is my instrument!

The question is... what can this thing even do?

What exactly are you trying to perform?

Though baffled by that bench, the audience was instantly sent into a frenzy by the shout of "Grab the instruments," their scalps tingling.

Every hair on their bodies stood on end.

Like a thunderclap, these old farmers, who seemed to have just finished work in the fields, erupted instantly.

"His eldest uncle, ai~~~!"

"His second uncle is also his uncle!"

"Hey!!!"

"High tables and low benches are all made of wood, ai~~!"

"Hey-yi~!"

"Hei-hei~!"

Passionate and stirring! Bold and unrestrained!

At that moment, those seemingly crude instruments instantly became explosive "440" powder barrels, detonating simultaneously on the Spring Festival Gala stage and in countless homes.

"Whoosh..."

The live audience erupted!

All the viewers in front of their screens erupted!

On stage, Bai Xiao Ling, dressed in black pants and a black top with white sleeves, looked heroic and radiated dominance.

She walked forward slowly, using her small cymbal as the conductor's baton for the band.

With her conducting, the volume of the accompaniment grew stronger and stronger.

Amidst this accompaniment, new electronic sounds gradually joined in.

Drum kits, electric guitars, basses, keyboards...

But on this stage, they were destined to serve only as support!

The sounds of the erhu and banhu were not drowned out; instead, emphasized by the drums and bass, they became even more prominent, instantly infusing the music with a metallic rock flavor.

Amidst the music, the rising platform behind the old farmers slowly lifted up.

In the back row, Deng Ziqi's drum kit was centered, with Liu Tianxian and Reba's keyboards on the left and right.

In the front row, Xiao Ying's bass and Beibei Tatta's two electric guitars were lined up in a row.

The passion and turbulence of Western rock music, combined with the ruggedness and boldness of the Loess Plateau, the youthful energy of the girls, and the weathered experience of the elders—strangely, it was perfectly harmonious!

The buildup and atmosphere of the intro were taken to the extreme; the scene had completely exploded with energy!

Amidst the music, Bai Xiao Ling, holding her small cymbal, walked slowly toward the microphone.

The audience held their breath, staring tightly at her, not daring to blink once.

The opening move was already so explosive; can you follow up with that?

Under the gaze of the masses, Bai Xiao Ling walked to the standing mic, inhaled, and began to sing.

"Nuwa mended the sky, leaving a stone behind, which is Huashan!"

The growl shot up directly, like a nuclear explosion!

The power, penetration, and sheer force of that voice!

The moment she opened her mouth, it made people feel like they wanted to kneel immediately, their scalps tingling!

"Birds carry the sun on their backs, flying~~~!"

"From the east side to the west side!"

"Whoosh

Unbearable!

This voice is too shocking!

I'm already on my knees; please accept my kowtow!

It wasn't just goosebumps and hair standing on end; it gave people an intense push-back sensation like riding a rocket into the sky!

Then, Bai Xiao Ling began a series of questions,

"Why has the sky turned gray?"

"Why does the earth have no green?"

"Why is the human heart not red?"

"Why have the snow mountains turned black?"

"Why do rhinos have no horns?"

"Why do elephants have no tusks?"

"Why do sharks have no fins?"

"Why do birds have no wings?!"

"Aaaaaah~~~~~"

Eight questions in a row, each building on the last, crashing forward like towering waves!

Like a string of thunderclaps exploding on the Spring Festival Gala stage!

In the venue and before countless TV screens, many people have already been completely stunned,

Their minds blank, knowing only to scream and cheer wildly.

Explosive! So explosive!

The music continued to play; Bai Xiao Ling's explosive performance was not yet over.

"The sky and the earth keep each other company,"

"The birds circle around that sun."

"Huashan and the Yellow River keep each other company,"

"The grain in the fields bows with laughter~~~~"

These verses suddenly roared like thunder shaking the nine heavens, then suddenly swept in like a spring breeze.

In the shift between high-pitched intensity and gentle ease, it seemed as if a greater eruption was brewing.

"Why does the desert have no oasis?"

"Why do the stars no longer shimmer?"

"Why do the flowers no longer bloom?"

"Why does the world have no color?"

"Why do we know the outcome?"

"Why do we still squander?!"

A relentless barrage of questions, like a series of sharp blades pressing closer step by step, striking straight at the heart!

Until finally, she cried out loudly.