NOVEL NEXT Chapter 75
Song Zhen had investigated Zhao Wenzhong's past before.
He found out that his mother had passed away when he was nine years old.
As for Zhao Wudong's mother...
If she was still alive, that would be amazing.
So Song Zhen carefully selected this song "Only Mother is Good in the World".
As we all know, as long as the erhu is played slowly enough, there is no one that cannot be pulled away.
What's more, this song itself is enough to make people cry.
"Only Mother is Good in the World" is not difficult to play. Many elementary school students can play it. It is a third-level exercise.
The difficulty lies in how you can make the listeners resonate?
Song Zhen couldn't help but think of his parents who were far away for more than 1,400 years.
I don't know if they can't find me. Will they be at a loss? Will they be unable to sleep and eat?
The slow rhythm, like a surging tide, hits the softness deep in everyone's heart again and again.
"Only Mother is good in the world, and children without mothers are like grass." Song Zhen sang in a low voice in a loli voice.
With his eyes covered with a black cloth, he looked a little sad.
From the first note, coupled with Song Zhen's singing, Zhao Wenzhong's eyes turned red.
Maybe the audience couldn't hear the lyrics clearly, but he could definitely hear them clearly.
Damn it, do you want to do this? You're playing so hard that I want to go downstairs to see my mother.
"Enough! Stop playing!" Zhao Wenzhong roared with red eyes!
Song Zhen didn't care about him at all, he continued on his own.
"You bastard! Stop playing!" Zhao Wenzhong wanted to rush over to stop him, but was stopped by the clerk.
The music from the erhu rose and fell, and the more you listened, the sadder it made people feel. Many people were infected and secretly wiped their eyes.
"I beg you, please stop playing and singing, okay?" Unexpectedly, Zhao Wenzhong knelt down with a plop, and his big tears kept falling.
He couldn't help but think of his mother, who had taught him when he was a child.
I hope he can become a gentle, honest, loyal and honest person.
But did he do it?
Unfortunately, he didn't.
He was arrogant and extravagant, and he spent all day in brothels.
He had a bad temper and often beat and scolded his servants and his wife.
He was unfaithful and unjust, and it was because of his coquettish actions that indirectly led to the demise of the family.
Most importantly, he killed someone.
He often wondered if the knife had not been cut at that time, would the ending be different?
It's too late, everything is too late, there is no regret medicine in the world.
Zhao Wenzhong is very painful now, and that song is like a knife, piercing his heart deeply.
In ancient times, filial piety was the first of all virtues, and some people even regarded their parents as more important than their own lives.
Zhao Wudong had no feelings. Anyway, my mother didn't know how many years she had been dead, and he just didn't accept it.
Not to mention the audience in the audience, Xue Zhengqing and Di Renjie sitting on the stage were in tears.
Lu Shishi, who joined later, also joined in with a pout.
Because he was too sad, he didn't pay attention for a moment, and sat down on the ground, asking confusedly: "Where is my chair?"
In the faintly sad melody, coupled with the easy-to-understand lyrics, the three of them cried together.
The whole audience was full of sniffling sounds.
Originally I wanted to enjoy a good show, but I didn't expect you to mess with people's mentality.
Some people looked at the two people on the guillotine, and seemed to have sympathy in their eyes.
Miserable, too miserable.
Before dying, he had to be mentally tortured, I'm afraid he wouldn't die peacefully, right?
The torturous sound of the huqin finally stopped, and Song Zhen took off his eyes.
"How is it? Does Zhao Sanlang still like it? Oh, it seems that you like it, so there is no need for such a big ceremony."
Zhao Wenzhong recovered from his shock, he stood up, veins popping out, and he was furious: "You bastard, Song Zhen, I will kill you!"
"It seems that you are not satisfied with the song just now? Then I will change another one to send you off."
Song Zhen took a suona from Tian Qi, he ran to the stage and raised his hands to the audience below, waving his hands to liven up the atmosphere.
"Hey-hey."
"Where is the applause?"
The audience looked confused, not knowing what it meant, and clapped their hands uncontrollably.
If it was another Dali Temple Secretary, he would definitely stop Song Zhen's misbehavior, but this was Xue Zhengqing, he knew about the grievances between Song Zhen and the Zhao family, so he let him do whatever he wanted.
Then, Song Zhen picked up the suona, his body swayed emotionally, and his small movements were too rich.
Have you ever heard of the guillotine dancing?
A cheerful rhythm jumped out of his mouth.
If you were at the scene, you would definitely recognize that this song is one of the card-drawing magic songs.
"Today is a Good Day"
Di Renjie didn't know whether to laugh or cry. This guy is really funny.
He was so sad just now, but now his style suddenly changed., turned into great joy?
The audience in the audience suddenly felt energetic, the cheerful tune made them dance involuntarily, and they had an urge to eat.
Then, they suddenly realized.
It's strange, I'm obviously in the execution ground, why am I as happy as the New Year?
Is it me, or the song?
Or is it the suona?
Zhao Wenzhong was so angry that he spit out a mouthful of blood. Seeing this, Song Zhen blew more vigorously and felt full of strength.
The more the enemy's heart hurts, the happier he is.
Hehe, who told you to provoke me, wanting to kill me at the beginning, and even sent assassins to stab me to death in prison?
Those who kill people will always be killed.
Although I can't chop you with my own hands, I can make you angry to death and send you to paradise in advance.
Zhao Wenzhong ran out of strength because five or six clerks held him down firmly.
In the last moment, he suffered inhuman psychological torture, and now, he was faced with extreme humiliation.
Today is my death anniversary. Are you serious about playing such a festive song?
"Song Zhen..." Zhao Wenzhong wanted to bite his teeth to pieces.
Zhao Wudong couldn't stand it anymore, and begged the executioner to kill him.
It was too much torture.
The executioner looked back at Xue Zhengqing, and saw that the other party nodded gently.
So -
With a click, the head fell to the ground.
As luck would have it, Zhao Wenzhong's head just rolled to Song Zhen's feet.
He died with his eyes open, his face was hideous, and his eyes were wide open staring at Song Zhen.
Song Zhen frowned slightly, and then stepped on him.
He leaned over and whispered in Zhao Wenzhong's ear.
"Zhao Wenzhong, these two songs today are my gifts to you. In the future, when you see me, Song Zhen, remember to bow your head.
After saying that, he kicked over, and Zhao Wenzhong's head bounced on the ground and was completely silent.
There is no way, Song Zhen is such a vindictive person.
The moment he turned around, Song Zhen's expression suddenly changed from a playful smile to a gloomy one.
Lu Yang was scared to death by his demeanor. Good man, are you a devil?
Thinking to himself, I can't make this big brother angry again in the future.
Song Zhen returned to his seat and closed his eyes without saying a word.
Until the crowd dispersed, he didn't mean to get up and leave, and Di Renjie stayed with him.
It was getting dark, and Song Zhen woke up with a start.
"It's dark? Huaiying, why didn't you wake me up?"
"I thought you were pretending to be deep. ”
“......” Pretend, I am too tired. I didn’t sleep all night yesterday. I made a high-pitched suona in Huichunfang. If it is the original suona from the Tang Dynasty, it really can’t play the high pitch of "Good Days".
“Let’s go.”
In the carriage, Di Renjie suddenly said: “Shouzheng, since you have restored your civilian status and been granted an official position by the saint, when will we go to Bingzhou?”
“Five days later, I will go and say goodbye to them.”
“Okay.”
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