Don't call me a singing god, I just want to go back to doing scientific research.

After Ling Luo finished speaking, she turned around and left without looking at him again, heading straight for the stage entrance.

The lights shone from the front, swallowing his figure.

Therefore, Yang remained frozen in place, his throat feeling tight.

"Teacher Gu Yang, it's your turn," a staff member whispered from the side.

Gu Yang snapped out of his daze, took a deep breath, exhaled heavily, and dragged his legs as he followed.

The stage lights shone on his face as he and Ling Luo stood on either side of the stage.

[Ling Luo? Ahhhh, is it Teacher Luo Mu singing again today?]

[Wait a minute, in the last round, Teacher Lingluo chose Gu Yang as the singer.]

[Am I blind? Teacher Luo Mu is on stage too? A duet?]

[Aaaaaaaahhhhhhh!!! The Yang Yao Ling Gua! It's true!!!]

Please, please get married soon! The Civil Affairs Bureau has already moved here for you.

Not only the viewers in the live stream, but also the audience at the scene, stirred up a small commotion.

However, their makeup... why do I sense a hint of malice in it?

[Please stop ripping me off! Just seeing my favorite couple on stage is sweet enough!]

[A wedding without anyone's blessings... and this ruined makeup... Oh my god, ladies, get your tissues ready!]

The stage lights dimmed, leaving only two spotlights shining on the two people on either side of the stage.

The entire venue was silent before the music started.

A burst of noisy street sounds emanated from the speakers, accompanied by static.

Song information appears on the big screen.

Bowing to Heaven and Earth

Singers: Gu Yang, Ling Luo (not Ay-kun, Changchang-chan)

Lyrics by: Ling Luo (Huo Huo)

Composer: Ling Luo (Huang Shifu HBY)

[Passerby A: Who are these people? They've been kneeling here for ages!]

[Passerby B: Are they from out of town? The one on the left, he was a bandit before the war, then joined the army and became an officer. The one on the right, I heard, was a young master from the previous dynasty, who was kidnapped by that bandit and made his wife.]

[Passerby A: Bandit's wife? Isn't that a man? Then who are they...?]

[Child: Can men get married too?]

Passerby A: Of course not! Look at them kneeling there, it's disgusting.

  

The word "disgusting" stunned everyone present.

After a moment of stunned silence, the audience erupted in commotion.

Backstage, Nan Ye'an frowned, and Qin Hanwen's expression also turned serious.

This song is way too much.

On the stage, Gu Yang lowered his head, listening to the discussions.

Nausea?

These two words, whenever he closed his eyes these past few days, he saw them crashing towards Ling Luo.

Gu Yang suddenly looked up at Ling Luo.

Ling Luo just stood quietly, her eyes lowered, seemingly looking somewhere.

At that moment, the sound of two men talking came from the speakers; one had a thuggish voice, while the other had a clear and gentle one.

[Mountain King: Are you scared?]

Young Master: I'm not afraid. As long as I'm with you, there's nothing to be afraid of.

This segment was recorded last week. Back then, he really wasn't afraid, but now...

He fears.

He was terrified.

Under the spotlight, he gripped the microphone tightly, his knuckles turning white.

Don't mess it up, Gu Yang.

He took a deep breath and suppressed his emotions.

As the erhu music began, Gu Yang raised his head and looked at Ling Luo, his eyes overflowing with affection, his slightly pale lips parting slightly.

"The rivers of the human world hold the rivers of the heavens."

The person before me is singing a song of an old friend.

......

The song keeps asking, "If we met again after we parted, would you still remember me?"

The audience was completely silent.

Everyone was drawn into the story by this opening.

Ling Luo raised her eyes and gazed into the darkness in the distance.

We will eventually be reborn into the vastness of time.

A fleeting glance, then passing by.

......

His voice was deep, and his conversation with Gu Yang was like a question and answer session.

"Holy crap, is this going to be a tragedy?"

A curse came from the audience, and the people around froze.

No, they like sweet romance.

Gu Yang felt a lump in his throat and forced himself to finish the sentence.

"Listen to the melodious and clear sound of the bell."

......

Ling Luo's voice followed, "Melodious and clear."

"Look at these locust flowers, as white as ever."

"As white as ever."

One is asking, the other is responding.

They were standing on the same stage, singing the same song, yet they were separated by two different worlds.

As the chorus began, the two looked at each other, following their positions.

Just like you and me.

Their eyes met, and Gu Yang's gaze fell into Ling Luo's eyes.

He opened his mouth, wanting to call his name, but only lyrics came out.

The second spoken part begins.

[Mountain King: Commander, didn't you say you'd issue my wife and me our marriage certificate after the war? Why are you going back on your word?]

[Commander: You're both men, how are we supposed to send this?]

[Mountain King: What's wrong with a man?]

[Young Master: Alright, if we don't have it, that's fine. We'll live our own lives.]

[Mountain King: It's just two tattered red books, go draw them yourself! I'm going to marry you, let's go!]

Upon hearing this, Gu Yang swayed slightly.

It's just two tattered little red books.

It's just an official announcement.

The bandits in the song are fearless; for the sake of a title, they dare to challenge their superiors.

What about him?

He didn't even dare to say what he was thinking.

In the background music, the gramophone creaked, and Ling Luo's singing voice rang out again, her cold voice seemingly filled with a resigned sorrow.

Why expect fate to show mercy and bestow favors?

The furthest distance, I suppose, is nothing more than the separation of life and death.

......

As she sang the last line, Ling Luo's gaze was fixed on Gu Yang.

"Look, everyone in the audience is acting as a guest."

Gu Yang's voice became hoarse.

"To serve as a guest,"

Ling Luo continued.

"You take the clamor and insults as a form of congratulations."

"Consider this a congratulatory message."

As Gu Yang looked at the waving light boards below the stage that read "Yang Yao Ling Gua," he felt a burning pain in his heart.

Yes, even shouting and cursing can be considered a form of congratulations.

But he didn't even dare let Ling Luo bear this little bit of scolding.

The music suddenly intensified, and the drumbeats pounded against my heart.

The most intense monologue exploded in the studio.

[Rebels: How does it feel to be talked about behind your back?]

[Mountain King: You wish! We'd worship heaven, earth, and our parents our whole lives, but we'd rather die than kowtow to someone like you!]

[Rebels: Beat him! Beat him until he begs for mercy!]

The sounds of whips, groans, and screams mingled together.

[Young Master: You've hit his eyes! Let him go, let him go now!]

[Mountain King: Hiss... I'm afraid I'm ruined, haha... What am I going to do? I'll never see you in your wedding dress again.]

[Young Master: It's alright, we'll see each other again in the next life. They won't let us be husband and wife, but I'm determined to be with you. If it doesn't work out in this life, it'll be in the next...]

Gu Yang's shoulders slumped, and tears streamed down his face, burning his cheeks.

The line in the play, "I insist on being with you," sounds just like him.

He was once full of courage, chasing Ling Luo from Beijing to Haicheng and cornering her at a hotel.

He looked up and saw Ling Luo standing in the light, her back ramrod straight, her chin taut, her Adam's apple bobbing up and down, refusing to lower her head.

[Young Master: We were missing the wedding ceremony for the previous wedding, so let's bow to heaven and earth first today. We'll make up for the other two bows in the next life.]

[Mountain King: Alright, whatever you say.]

[Young Master: I bow to Heaven and Earth.]

After the last four words were spoken, the studio was eerily quiet, except for the sobs that followed.