"Can the brightest star in the night sky be heard clearly

The loneliness and sighs in the heart of the person who looks up to him

oh Can you remember the brightest star in the night sky

The figure who once walked with me and disappeared in the wind

I pray for a transparent heart

And the eyes that will cry…”

Ninety thousand people sang this song together, and Tang Yao's voice on the stage gradually weakened until he shut up. He was like a guitarist who accompanies others, enjoying such a surround sound circling in his mind. He became a lonely listener, and everyone with a story became a singer.

The night sky above the head changes into a three-dimensional animation projection. The scene is the pursuit and laughter of young men and women, adding some less sad elements to this song that is so crying. However, it still does not erase a feeling called touching. The feeling of savoring youth and being in such a scene cannot be felt by outsiders.

Tang Yao saw Tang Yu and Yan Li sitting in the front row crying together. He saw Jiang Wenzhu, who had long become the mainstay of the company, and the tearful photo frames he sang with his family. He saw many students he taught and saw too many familiar or unfamiliar faces at home and abroad. He was also infected, and his eyes were wet with a smile.

He is a singer who has been away from the stage for more than ten years.

This familiar feeling made him not miss it. No matter how calm and firm his appearance and heart are, he doesn’t want to disguise it anymore. He simply releases himself freely and is the truest self.

"I would rather have all the pain in my heart

Don't want to forget your eyes

Give me the courage to believe again

oh goes beyond the lies to hug you..."

The sound of huge waves seemed to be spreading further through this huge venue. At the end of the song, the venue was silent. It seemed that something bigger storm was brewing. Everyone looked forward to it, and the light in everyone's eyes in the dark turned into stars.

The scene was quiet.

The museum with more than 90,000 people is quiet!

In one minute, a light suddenly broke through the darkness.

A Peking Opera actor dressed in costumes and beautiful makeup suddenly appeared above the venue. He was vividly seen, looking around for a while, his lively eyes made people feel the illusion of being a real person. The audience at the scene exclaimed in unison, and countless exclamations were poured out in the live broadcast room.

Not only many people were shocked by such amazing looks.

There seemed to be fire and slight smoke behind him.

A few seconds later, he was engulfed by the fire in the screams at the scene.

There was a letter left in the holographic projection, slowly unfolding, allowing everyone to see the content above. At the same time, a low magnetic sound appeared in everyone's ears.

"Hello, I'm sending this book a hundred years later.

If you are lucky enough to receive it, can you answer a question?

A hundred years later, how can China be good?”

As soon as this question came out, the whole audience was silent, and everyone felt their hair swelling.

A beam of light suddenly appeared on the stage, and Tang Yao stood straight in the center. His expression was firm and a hint of sadness, and he replied loudly.

"My China, my wish for a thousand years, is it vast?

This prosperous era is as you wish!"

This prosperous era is as you wish! No one expected that there was such a part at this concert. I don’t know how many people’s tears were touched in an instant. Compared to the touching and nostalgia of memories, this affectionate feelings of family and country are more deeply rooted in people’s hearts. At this time, many people have already thought of what the next song is.

Sure enough, the next moment, the accompaniment of the music sounded.

"Cheng Ling"!

The picture transformation in the holographic projection turned into two Peking Opera actors, singing in a low voice on the stage. The picture flashed through the war scenes of the country during the war, and the shocking feeling brought by the country was needless to say. At this moment, both the Chinese people who were watching the live broadcast had a common emotion.

"A play is folded and the sleeves rise and fall

Sing joys and sorrows and separations has nothing to do with me

Who says love in the play?

Accustomed to integrating joy, anger, sorrow and happiness into the powder

How can I use my white bones and blue grays to sing?

The duckweed in troubled times is reluctant to watch the beacon burning mountains and rivers…”

There is only Tang Yao's voice in the entire venue and the sound of the Chinese Peking Opera in the background. Although the sound is extremely clear in everyone's ears, compared to the stormy waves of the first two songs, there is a sense of quietness. It is so quiet that only such emotional and resonant sound echoes.

"The people in the audience walked past without seeing the old colors

People on stage sing the song of heartbreak

The word love cannot fall into the ink, she must be moved by blood

Who is the guest when the scene begins and the scene falls…”

Tang Yao's opera is enough to make his scalp numb. The theater projected above the venue is in a raging fire, and the expressions on the Peking Opera actors' faces are painful and refreshing. The extremely real reaction after dying with the enemy is suddenly broken. When the complex eyes are clearly presented on the live broadcast screen in close-up, even countless foreigners who cannot understand Chinese have a sense of electric shock and feel goosebumps.

"It's a billion..." Yao Yuan's eyes were slightly red and sighed.

"It's so easy to cry. This prosperous era is as you wish!"

"Watching alone at home, I burst into tears. Yao Shen's concert has become a meaningful event."

"The holographic projection is too strong! I got goosebumps all over my body. The Peking Opera actor just glanced at me, and his eyes became inexplicably wet in an instant."

"Who says the actor is ruthless..."

...

"Oh, this is simply like a cool movie, I have already felt the strong emotions in it. Don, he is the God of Songs in the East!"

"I actually had the urge to cry when I saw so many people flashing tears at the scene. Such infectiousness is really incredible. China is a magical country, and I must go there once in my lifetime!"

"I can't believe it's a concert. I think it's even surpassed the last Olympic opening ceremony, it's so exciting!"

"Why are so many people crying? I really want to experience their feelings. This seems to be a country of unity, with a unique emotion."

...

Countless discussions at home and abroad are filled with the concert. The concert has reached an unprecedented popularity. One billion people, more than one-seventh of the world, watch the live broadcast at the same time. The data that the concert can walk is indeed enough to be recorded in history!

No matter how many different discussions gather, the singing on the spot continued. Tang Yao used his highest standards without reservation to express each song. His inner emotions were synchronized with the song, and at the same time he felt extremely happy.

The song is over.

Special mention has a minute of buffering. The order of the songs is actually not particularly meaningful, but now every song is extremely anticipated. It is not only because of the song itself, but also because of the expectation for holographic projection...

In such anticipation, a very homely scene appeared in the darkness. A dark-skinned woman sat on a chair and smiled lovingly in a direction below the stage.

This is a gift from Tang Yao to a fan.

The camera was changed, and everyone saw Alan, a black guy who appeared in a video a few months ago. He was staring blankly in the air, and tears fell silently. He raised his hand gently, as if he was about to touch the extremely familiar figure in his memory. However, the next second, the figure in the air disappeared. Alan was stunned for two seconds, hugging his head and crying.

At the same time, the music sounded in the venue.
Chapter completed!