Outside the long pavilion, beside the ancient road, the grass is green and boundless...
Zhang Shixun was stunned when he heard it. Isn’t this the song "Farewell" that he had sung to her before?
The song has a unique charm when sung by Ding Dusai.
It sounds soft and ethereal, and even seems very far away, but it has strong penetrating power and every word can be heard clearly.
Zhang Shixun didn't expect that her singing could express the mood of the song so perfectly. He was so mesmerized that he forgot where he was.
Time and space intertwined, the days and nights shifted, wind, frost, snow, rain, sorrow and joy... all kinds of emotions surged and stirred in his heart...
When the song ended, there was silence in the audience. After a long time, thunderous applause broke out.
Zhang Shixun was awakened by the cheers and joined in the cheers, cheering along with everyone else.
Gao Yanei was so excited that he simply stood up, stamped his feet, and shouted something, but no one could hear what he was shouting.
Nima! Although the times are different, the degree of fan madness is surprisingly similar. When they become fans, there is only passion and admiration, no rationality.
Ding Dusai had already gone on stage to thank the audience several times, but the audience below was still as crazy as ever, and the calls for "sing another song" were heard one after another.
Zhang Shixun did not cheer with the audience, but sat upright on a stool, staring at Ding Dusai on the stage without blinking.
He saw clearly that Ding Dusai seemed to see him when he was taking his bow. He was stunned for a moment, then nodded slightly at him.
Perhaps because of him, Ding Dusaijia sang two songs with a sweet and melodious voice, winning applause from the audience.
After Ding Dusai finished singing and returned behind the scenes, Gao Yanei jumped up, put his hands together like a trumpet and shouted to the stage, "Madam Ding, you sang well! I, Gao Yanei, give you a reward." As he said that, he took out a piece of silver from his pocket and held it high.
A steward had already come over with a plate in his hand, bent over. Gao Yanei generously threw the silver into the plate, and there was a "clang" sound.
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