She walked towards the stage and passed by Yu Qinglan. She gave her a smile, intending to encourage her.
Jin Suting nodded and gave Yu Qinglan a square smile in return.
Behind the curtain, Shi Qingmiao saw Jin Suting and couldn't hide her excitement, "Grandma, Grandma, look, it's Sister Suting!"
The Queen Mother also looked at Jin Suting, "I see, you two all like this girl, I'm jealous."
Shi Qingmiao rubbed the Queen Mother's shoulders and said coquettishly, "Oh, Grandma, please don't. Sister Jie is really very good. If you don't believe me, just look at her performance!"
The Queen Mother patted Shi Qingmiao's hand on her shoulder and nodded.
Jin Suting stood in the center of the stage, looking around Zuixianlou, looking at the buildings, people, and things that were gradually becoming familiar, and her heart felt a peace she had never felt before.
Perhaps, she was meant to belong to this era.
She slowly closed her eyes, and the song slowly poured out: "Counting the ripe red beans as spring passes, no one is around after dusk, in the cold courtyard in late autumn, for whom am I losing weight? Under the moon, only my shadow is cast, who should I stay with..."
The Zuixianlou, which was originally a bit noisy, became quiet the moment her singing came out.
Her singing voice is very special, ethereal and sad, completely different from her usual cheerful voice.
Shi Qingmiao and the Queen Mother were also stunned when they heard the song, and then they began to savor it carefully.
The wine goes down my throat but it can't relieve my sorrow.
Hibiscus flowers fill the branches again, but the butterflies are hard to stay, drifting like the river flowing eastward
Looking at the willows on the other side of the river, the loneliness still persists
I am speechless and let the tears flow
I drink alone in a small attic outside the mountain, listening to the sorrow of lovesickness all night long
Being drunk makes people worry and trouble
I'm in a small boat in a small attic outside the mountain
Let your thoughts drift with the wind
Hibiscus flowers fill the branches again, but the butterflies are hard to stay
Drifting like a river flowing eastward
Looking at the willows on the other side of the river, the loneliness still persists
I am speechless and let the tears flow
I drink alone in a small attic outside the mountain, listening to the sorrow of lovesickness all night long
Being drunk makes people worry and trouble
I'm in a small boat in a small attic outside the mountain
Let your thoughts drift with the wind
I drink alone in the small attic outside the mountain, the fishing lights are like beans outside the window
The evening breeze by the river blows the willows, telling of the sorrow of parting
When the moonlight warms the small building, who is playing the music?
That song of longing always stays
That song of longing always stays
That song of longing always stays
…
After the song ended, the air was filled with silence and a hint of sadness.
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