Chapter 48: She is not singing a song, she is acting

The time since the young girl's last live broadcast wasn't long, and many people could still remember what kind of shock that live broadcast brought.

A song "Bubble" not only sang the listeners in the live broadcast room to tears but also shocked the entire music industry.

And now.

They were looking forward to the young girl's new song.

Wanting to get a more wonderful music experience.

Some even put on their headphones in advance.

And in front of the live broadcast equipment.

The young girl was in red, her expression cold.

Tonight, she didn't comb her hair into twin ponytails but let her hair hang down on her shoulders, leaving air bangs on her forehead.

If there were any travelers, they could find that the young girl's outfit had a Jiang Yuyan temperament.

Bright and moving, yet making people feel cold.

At this time.

The music prelude sounded.

Xu Mingyue sat in front of the piano and played the piano, very high.

Then.

Flute and pipa mixed in.

The overall melody was desolate, and the atmosphere seemed somewhat inexplicably sad.

At the same time.

Youyue's voice suddenly sounded faintly:

"A fold of opera

Water sleeves rise and fall

Singing of sorrow and joy, singing of separation and reunion

It has nothing to do with me

The fan opens and closes

The gongs and drums ring and then are silent

The emotion in the opera, the person outside the opera

Who can say..."

Youyue's voice was ethereal and misty.

As if coming from the distant horizon.

And as if singing softly in the ear.

The friends in the live broadcast room lit up, looking foolishly at the red-clothed young girl on the screen.

"It has a feeling of an ancient style song."

"Kneeling at the opening."

"Good to hear."

"It feels completely different from 'Bubble'."

Everyone's thoughts flashed through their minds, and Youyue's voice sounded again:

"Accustomed to blending joy, anger, sorrow, and joy into powder and ink

So what if the old words are sung through

White bones and green ashes are all me..."

When Youyue sang to this point.

In the desolate and decisive singing, everyone couldn't help but think of the story the young girl told before singing.