Chapter 687 "Birch Forest"

After putting on her down jacket, Xu Nuo took Lin Wanqing and ran into the snow.

"Tsk, tsk, it's like I've never seen snow before." Zhao Lei was not interested, he put his hands into his sleeves and strolled leisurely like an old man.

Although the others were also excited, they were much better.

Among so many people, only two southerners, Xu Nuo and Lin Wanqing, saw the snow as if they were seeing a treasure.

"If Dou E was in Kanas at that time, I think the story of flying snow in June would not exist." Xiao Sa reached out and pinched a snow ball and sighed.

"You scholars are just bad, full of bad ideas." Zhao Lei chuckled.

"Watch the move!" Xiao Sa hit Zhao Lei on the neck with a snowball.

A war is inevitable.

Xu Nuo happily took Lin Wanqing to take a photo, and then sent it to the old couple, "Look! It's snowing in June!"

Snow falling in June is simply unbelievable to them.

"Oops! Someone is attacking!" Lin Wanqing screamed and hid behind Xu Nuo.

Four snowballs hit Xu Nuo's back.

"Don't run away!" Xu Nuo turned around and started to squeeze snowballs, hitting them accurately.

The situation changed instantly. Lin Wanqing squeezed a snowball and promised to take charge of the attack. Several people couldn't stand the beating and fled in all directions.

Xu Nuo chased Zhao Lei for several hundred meters.

He was the mastermind just now, and he was the one who had the most fun.

"Quick, follow them!"

The director shouted in a hurry, "Don't let them fight."

A group of people rushed into a forest.

When they found Xu Nuo and Zhao Lei, they had already ceased fire and stood silently in front of a tombstone.

Zhang Ziqiang leaned over and asked, "What is going on?"

"tombstone."

Xu Nuo said softly.

Zhang Ziqiang moved closer and saw clearly the words written on the tombstone.

"I can't wait for you to come back."

In just eight words, a lifetime of bitterness is expressed.

Zhang Ziqiang looked carefully and pondered for a long time, "It looks like a woman's tombstone."

Xu Nuo reached out and swept away the snow on the tombstone, revealing the entire tombstone.

The tombstone is very old and the writing on it is a bit blurry.

At this time, Director Li and a local village chief-looking man also came over.

"Village Chief Abula, why is this tombstone here?" Director Li asked.

Abdullah, who had gray hair, looked down at the tombstone and fell into memories.

Everyone did not disturb him and waited quietly for Abdullah to speak.

After a long time, Abra sighed, "I also heard it from the old man."

As soon as the village chief opened his mouth, the sense of story came to his face.

As soon as the old village chief got old, he would hear this story from the old man.

"This is a story from a long time ago. Eighty or ninety years ago, the motherland was invaded. Although the war did not spread to Japan, many people responded to the call, shared the same destiny with the motherland, and rushed to the front line to participate in the war."

"Wulam Ali Abdulrexiti is such a passionate man. He actively responded to the call and rushed to the front line of the Anti-Japanese War with weapons."

As soon as the village chief said his name, everyone became a little uneasy.

This name is a bit difficult to pronounce.

"Wulam Ali Abdurexiti, once he left, he never came back. Many years later, all he came back with was a certificate of sacrifice."

The village chief continued to tell the story.

"Ainur Niazi has been waiting for him to come back since he left. This birch forest is the place they agreed on." The village chief sighed.

"Ainur is the owner of this tombstone. About sixty years ago, before I was born, Ainur became sick with worry and died of illness. Later, the villagers buried her in the tombstone. here."

We have finished telling the story of the village chief Abula, a very sad story.

Everyone was silent.

A passionate young man traveled thousands of miles to the front line, picked up the weapons in his hands and fought for the peace of the motherland.

A beautiful girl silently waited for her lover's return in her hometown, but she only waited for the news of her lover's death.

Xu Nuo silently squatted down and pulled out the weeds around him.

Everyone bowed and left the birch forest.

After walking out of the birch forest, Xu Nuo suddenly stopped.

"Should this story be known to everyone?" He looked at everyone.

"Do you have any good ideas?"

"I want to dedicate a song to them." Xunuo looked back at the birch forest in the snow.

A guitar was handed over, and Xu promised to stand outside the birch forest.

"A song "White Birch Forest" is dedicated to them."

The snow in the sky is still falling.

The guitar intro is melancholy and serious.

"The quiet village is covered with white snow,

Doves fly under the hazy sky,

The birch trees are engraved with those two names,

They vowed to love each other for the rest of their lives. "

The low voice, the dark sky, and the atmosphere became tense and solemn.

At the beginning of the third or fourth sentence, the melody jumps again, making the mood twists and turns.

Promise is like a storyteller. Unlike the story told by the village chief Abula, his story is very concise and does not leave much room for imagination.

But the song has more emotion, the promise of becoming a second storyteller.

He was telling a story he heard from the village chief of Abula.

The story of a pair of lovers who parted and died during the war years, a story full of tragic beauty.

“One day the war came to my hometown,

The young man picked up a gun and rushed to the border.

My sweetheart, don't worry about me.

Wait for me to come back to the birch forest. "

Xu Nuo's singing was not as sonorous as the songs he sang before. It was a bit like an aria, like reciting, with a special feeling.

The beard of the village chief Abla kept shaking. He looked at the birch forest behind Xu Nuo, and tears slid down the wrinkles at the corners of his eyes.

Although Xu Nuo sang the story he told, he truly felt the sadness in the story.

It can't go back, nothing can go back.

The snow is still falling, getting heavier and heavier. The cold wind is whistling, blowing the leaves of the birch forest. The sound of Shala La is like the birch forest singing in harmony.

"The sky is still gloomy and there are still pigeons flying.

Who can prove the love and life without tombstones?

The snow is still falling and the village is still peaceful.

The young people disappeared in the birch forest. ”

It’s still the same words, but after rearrangement, people can’t help but think of things and people changing.

Some fans immediately thought of "Fireworks Cool Down", the same tragic story, the same waiting in vain.

"The rain falls and the grass grows deep in the old hometown" and "The snow still falls and the village is still peaceful" are two completely different extremes.

"Fireworks Cool Down" describes the collapse of the mountain gate and the overgrown weeds, while "Birch Forest" is that the village is still peaceful. The two completely different scenes have the same effect - highlighting that things and people have changed.

In the snow, there is only the sound of snow falling and sad songs.

"The bad news came that afternoon,

The sweetheart died in the distant battlefield,

She came to the birch forest silently,

and waited there every day with eager eyes. "

Abla was in tears. This story he had heard since childhood seemed to have a new vitality at this moment.

He was not very good at telling stories. Even after listening to it so many times, he could only describe the process and the ending dryly.

But he heard more things that he could not tell from this song.

Abla took off his hat and let the snow fall on his gray hair.

Others also took off their hats, stood aside, and listened to the story quietly.

Xu Nuo held the guitar and exhaled a puff of mist from his mouth.

"She said he was just lost in the distance,

He will definitely come to this birch forest,

The sky is still cloudy and pigeons are still flying,

Who will prove those loves and lives without tombstones. "

Even when singing the most emotional part, Xu Nuo's voice is still very restrained.

He is not Wuramu Aili Abdureshiti or Ainur Niyaz, he is just a bystander.

Or he is playing the role of a bard. The story is like this, and the specific emotions should be felt by the listeners.

Every sentence is describing the development of the story without making any comments.

"The snow is still falling and the village is still peaceful.

The young people disappeared in the birch forest.

The long road is coming to an end.

The girl is already gray-haired. ”

The style of soft singing may be the most suitable for this couple from the last century.

The audience seemed to see the heroic Wuramu Aili and Ainur snuggling happily in the birch forest, and the laughter filled the whole forest.

Time passed little by little, the artillery fire spread, and Wuramu Aili resolutely took up his weapon and left the birch forest at the call of a man in simple clothes.

Ainur waved goodbye with tears in his eyes.

The birch forest turned from green to yellow, and then from yellow to green.

Spring went and autumn came again, and the young and beautiful Ainur's face was full of wrinkles, and her hair began to turn gray.

The birch forest lost its laughter from then on, and there was only a lonely figure.

"She often heard him calling by her pillow,

Come on, dear, come to this birch forest,

When she died, she murmured,

I'm here, wait for me in that birch forest. ”

The sad tune and the lyrics that are restrained but full of stories, "Birch Forest" fascinated the program team and Abla.

The snow fell heavier and the wind became stronger, and everyone stood quietly outside the birch forest.

The sound of wind, snow, rustling leaves, and everyone's breathing formed a perfect picture.

A layer of snow had accumulated in Abla's hat, and the white hair on his head looked even more desolate.

Everyone had a layer of snow on their heads.

The cameraman held his breath and recorded this scene.

After a long time, everyone came to their senses.

"It's snowing heavily, let's go back. ”

Everyone took a last look at the birch forest, turned around and walked back to the village.

And this song "Birch Forest" has become the last famous scene of the second season of "Singing China".

Countless netizens are crazy about "Birch Forest", and some are even willing to go to Kanas for this song.

The charm of music can sometimes overcome many obstacles.

Due to heavy snow, the travel plan to Kanas was cancelled, but the Altay Culture and Tourism Bureau was already satisfied.

The song "Birch Forest" has the story of Wuram Aili, and no one can take it away.