"Brother, light...the fire..."

As the melody rose and fell, that classic operatic passage finally emerged:

"People pass by the stage, the old colors unseen~"

"People on stage sing, a heartbroken farewell song"

"Love is hard to ink, she sings it with blood"

"The curtain rises, the curtain falls, who is the guest~"

The audience's first impression was:

Silky smooth!

Even smoother than Dove.

If it were an ordinary Singer, that would be one thing, but this is Nan Ye, who has mastered traditional opera.

When this part soared, it was like the national team blowing up the venue.

Truly, not many people could withstand it.

【This operatic passage is so amazing. I don't know why, perhaps because I have the Great Xia bloodline, the moment Nan Ye spoke, I felt it. It was a stirring of the bloodline!】

【It is often said that "actors are mostly heartless," yet true feelings andpretend (false intentions) are all in the play's words. How can the audience know the Singer's unspeakable feelings?

"Though humble in position, I never dared to forget my country, even if no one knows me." War was continuous, and finally, they donned battle robes to protect their home and country.

Only for the sake of the world's common people's respect for Great Xia, they abandoned their Qingyi (female role attire), removed their stage makeup, bathed in blood on the battlefield, and held their Wu Hook (sword) to sweep across the nine heavens.】

【How can one person destroy a country? I have never believed in the idea of a 'femme fatale' or 'actors ruining the country.' It's all just shifting blame!】

【People on stage sing about the myriad aspects of the world, people off stage experience the myriad flavors of life.

People on stage sing about the ruthlessness of time, people off stage experience the absurdity of life.

People on stage sing about the warmth and coldness of human relationships, people off stage experience the vicissitudes of the world...】

【...】

The Netizens in the live stream room, uncommonly, showed off their literary talent.

If they didn't have the profound realization, how could they possibly be like this.

Shen Qingyi, in front of the screen, widened her eyes again.

From the moment this operatic passage came out, she largely knew she was going to lose.

She lost in the concept.

She lost in the stage.

She lost in the background story.

Now, even in the control of the operatic passage, she lost.

And not by a little bit.

She seemed to see the performance of an old artist in Nan Ye.

This level of skill, she usually only saw in her own mother.

And her mother is a national first-class opera actress!

He, Nan Ye, has actually reached this step?

No matter what, this time, Shen Qingyi could not convince herself.

A gap is a gap, this cannot be changed!

...

And in the hearts of the opera actors present, it was another feeling entirely.

With a strike of the gong, the curtain opened.

The audience was full of cheers.

However, they only focused on watching for ten minutes, and then they came and went, ignoring and caring little about the plot on stage, mostly just joining the excitement!

Perhaps in their eyes, the person on stage falling down lifelessly was to perfectly perform this play, immersed and enjoying themselves in the drama.

Little did they know, the performer had already entered the role, and for the departure of one person, had forgotten they were still in the play.

On stage and off stage, they were two different worlds!

Just like Pei Yanzhi on stage and Little Japan off stage, they were also two different worlds.

One was the invader, the wolf-hearted and dog-lunged spectator!

One was the resister, the actor who treated life and death lightly.

The audience off stage can never understand the actors on stage!

...

Just as the audience was sighing, the live stream camera was switched.

It no longer focused on the opera stage, but on the area behind, unseen by Little Japan.

Pei Yanzhi's senior brother, leading a group of fellow disciples, quietly closed the opera house's main door and poured gasoline on it.

He held up a torch high, so Pei Yanzhi could see it, waiting for his command!

Seeing this scene, everyone's hearts immediately clenched. Based on the previous clips, they already had a certain guess:

【Smashing the mirror earlier and shouting "Rather be broken jade than intact tile" already gave me a premonition. Now seeing the scene of pouring oil confirms my thought.】

【Oh my god, Pei Yanzhi is going to die with the enemy. This ending is too heart-wrenching!】

【There's no other way, they have guns, but this opera house doesn't even have a decent weapon. How can they fight?

They can only use fire, only die together!】

【I can't bear to watch anymore, I'm afraid my tears won't stop...】

【...】

The camera returned to the stage, back to Nan Ye.

He made a common gesture in traditional opera - Cui Lu, also known as the Wine Cup Holding gesture.

It meant, a farewell toast!

A farewell toast to this group of Little Japan, sending you to hell.

A farewell toast to his senior and junior brothers and sisters, travel well, let's meet again in the next life.

"Ah~"

"Deep affection regrets being serious~"

"Looking back, it's all an illusion~"

"Who is the person opposite..."

The previous section was Beijing opera style, this section, however, was Kunqu opera.

Singing from "The Peach Blossom Fan."

Pei Yanzhi borrowed the story from "The Peach Blossom Fan," where Li Xiangjun was unwavering in her love.

To implicitly suggest that actors are not heartless and unrighteous, but have feelings in their hearts, just nowhere to express them.

The camera focused on the Little Japan below.

They were all amazed by this section from Pei Yanzhi and applauded repeatedly.

Pei Yanzhi saw all of this.

He had been waiting for this moment.

When you let down your guard,

That is the day I sacrifice myself for my country!

"Senior brother, light... the fire..."

This loud roar unleashed all of Pei Yanzhi's spirit and energy.

In Nan Ye's eyes, terrifying hatred erupted!

At this moment, he seemed to return to that era of war, to that opera house in Anyuan County.

The audience also felt this way, as if Nan Ye was the real Pei Yanzhi, as if they saw the opera troupe sacrificing themselves for righteousness.

As if that piece of history was right before their eyes!

The great fire, at Pei Yanzhi's command, roared out.

A group of senior and junior brothers and sisters blocked the exit of the opera house.

Even if they were consumed by the raging fire.

Even if they were hit by the bullets of Little Japan.

I stand firm!

Even if blood stained my clothes.

Even if only my broken limbs remain.

Even if my life is in danger in the next second.

I will use my body to block the path of you beasts.

As a humble actor of Great Xia, how could I kneel to the enemy, how could I perform for the enemy!

If there is...

That is when I drag you to hell!

Rather be a ghost of Great Xia than a slave of a conquered nation!

Do not mock the plays of romance, do not say actors are heartless and unrighteous, without patriotic feelings.

Although actors are humble in position, they never forget their country. When the beacon fires burned across the land, they would not bow and scrape.

Instead, they would be the first to charge, sacrifice themselves for righteousness, and die for their country.

...

The great fire, inch by inch, eroded the entire opera house until nothing remained.

The screen also darkened accordingly.

When it lit up again.

The Japanese devils were gone.

The opera troupe was gone.

Pei Yanzhi was also gone.

Only the clothes burned by the great fire remained.

Tattered and broken, as if they could scatter with a gust of wind.

Text appeared on the screen again:

That year, the Japanese army caused over 500,000 casualties in Jiangxi Province, a number that was already 3.8% of the province's total population at the time.

During the war, 78 out of 84 counties were burned, killed, and looted by the Japanese army, and 24 counties and cities were almost scorched...

In the face of national crisis, actors also have a patriotic heart.

Never forget national humiliation!

The hatred of the past must not be forgotten. The beastly ambition to destroy our Great Xia remains undying.

We must strive for self-improvement!