"We invite students from Class 1 of Shengde High School to perform the dance drama "Sacrifice to Heaven." The female host announced.
When they heard it was dance, all the students at the dance academy sat up and stretched their necks.
"You dare to perform dance in front of the dance academy. Shengde is really brave." The curious voices of students from Xianjing Academy came.
In the darkness, An Chen's gaze flashed across the deep light, letting you see how unprofessional it can sometimes be.
At this time, suddenly a melodious singing voice came~
It's just a simple accompaniment, but it has a hint of the bleak sound of the flute as the sun rises at dawn.
Then, the red cloth on the entire stage was slowly pulled away.
It was like a fiery red ocean, stretching under the stage lights. Everyone looked at this scene with wide eyes, the majestic set, the spreading red flags, and the people on the stage dressed in bright red costumes.
There is no sense of violation, because all the details are not inferior, so it makes people feel more immersed.
The positions of the people on the stage were spread out to every corner. The people at the back were standing on the red gazebo. In the middle of the stage was an altar with eight big flags surrounded by eight people at a distance.
Then two boys went up to the high platform and directly supported Luo Qiu and jumped down from it.
Immediately, red silk robes came from the distance on both sides. Li Xue and Chen Xiaojin on both sides took over, and the long red silk danced gracefully.
Above the altar is a large red drum. On top of the red drum, Luo Qiu is holding a large scroll offering sacrifices.
However, this is just the beginning.
Everyone's eyes were caught by the stunning appearance on the court. The media were stunned for a while before they remembered to take pictures, and finally began to press the cameras crazily.
"It's actually a Chinese style and it's so real. It must have taken a lot of thought." The principal of Shadow A marveled, his eyes shining.
"There is a long-term drought in Li Village, and the people are in dire straits. We hereby offer sacrifices to the sky to worship the gods. The drops of rain will collect, and all the people will survive. They are eager for the heavy rain to fall, to revive the vegetation, to save all living beings, and to live forever..." Accompanied by the music of the ceremony
, Luo Qiu unfolded the memorial poem and her voice sounded solemnly.
"Bang!" Then there was a drum sound.
She had a cold expression and smiled informally. She was looking at the sky as if she was waiting for something?
Below the altar were scattered men and women paying homage. The man held a three-meter-high flag in his hand. The retro and prosperous runes on the flag looked even more mysterious because it was not fully unfolded.
The music rose slowly, bringing some solemnity to this memorial ceremony.
The flags in the hands of all the sons were beaten on the drums at their feet, and the sound began to sound along with the rapid music.
The principals also thought it was good, and this appearance was indeed beyond his expectation.
She is indeed a good narrator, but after just a few words, everyone was brought in by her.
And as her voice rose and fell, everyone's hearts were lifted.
"To pay homage to the gods, to save all living beings, and to bring about rain, spiritual things and hundreds of grasses will grow..." Luo Qiu slowly walked up to the front position, opened the sacrificial inscriptions with both hands, and the long tassels hanging down beside her hands were very beautiful.
She looked up at the sky, her expression appropriately sincere. Baili Wenrou had supervised her performance in this position dozens of times.
The voice recitation is accompanied by music, and this unique atmosphere is completely brought up.
Suddenly, the music was hurried, and the goddesses Chen Xiaojin and Li Xue on both sides spun quickly, with the red ribbons flying in their hands. They spun left and right and retreated, then paused with beautiful swings across the ribbon.