Chapter 285

Chapter 285: Golden Songstress

Deng, deng, deng.

The lights on the bridge began to illuminate one by one. A red carpet was quickly laid out before the audience by a small magitech vehicle, and then the music started to play.

First, the trumpet sounded the prelude, drawing everyone’s attention to one side of the bridge. Then, a neatly dressed band began to step onto the bridge.

They wore mainly white uniforms, with top hats on their heads. The leader held a flag aloft, waving it up and down continuously to guide the rhythm. Immediately behind them were more than 300 band members.

Some played trumpets, others tubas, some had large drums hanging across their chests, others carried violins on their shoulders, some held flutes horizontally, and some carried shengs with seventeen pipes. Some instruments Lolan Hill couldn’t even recognize.

As the music started, various instruments joined in the ensemble. They formed three rows, closely packed together, advancing while playing. Besides these musicians, another 200 students wearing light blue uniforms followed behind. They waved colorful flags, rotating them in perfect unison, creating an effect as if a single entity, firmly capturing everyone’s attention.

When the formation reached the center of the bridge, they slowed down and took a brief rest. Then the drums began to sound, gradually stirring up the audience’s emotions. Soon after, an uplifting melody began to play.

The blue-clad flag bearers at the back of the formation gradually stood on both sides of the band, no longer moving, symmetrically positioned.

Following this, the white-clad musicians began to sway their bodies. The first and third rows stepped to the left, while the second row stepped to the right, alternating in a wave-like pattern, bringing a peculiar infectious power in sync with the music’s rhythm.

Playing wind instruments is strenuous work, requiring excellent lung capacity, and performing also consumes a lot of energy. Even in winter, the musicians gradually felt their bodies heat up and sweat beads appeared on their foreheads.

Watching the musicians’ dedicated performance, even some students who were initially indifferent could not help but be gradually infected by this enthusiasm, their hearts deeply moved.

Finally, as the leading conductor forcefully waved his baton, laying it horizontally, the band ended their performance after playing three songs. The lights on the bridge dimmed and went out entirely.

The students in the audience were still adjusting, but the scene that appeared over the river immediately caught everyone’s attention again.

A thick blue fog slowly rose from the wide river surface. Suddenly, two massive beams of light appeared on both sides of the bridge, striking the center of the river. A songstress in a golden gown appeared on the water’s surface.

She wore transparent crystal dancing shoes, lightly treading on the water. Then, a series of light blue ice flowers bloomed beneath her feet. As she danced on the river, her golden long dress spun.

Scattered apart, the intricate golden filigree patterns bloomed in the night.

The clear and melodious voice joined in the singing.

“We are here,”

“Soaring in the sky,”

“Painting the night with the sun.”

Following this, figures of blue leapt down from the bridge; they were originally the flag bearers. They danced over the surface of the river, sometimes like ice mist, condensing the water, and at other times transforming into human forms, leaving behind a thin layer of ice wherever they passed, which then slowly melted.

“You and I, reflecting each other like mirrors,”

“Glowing like two flames,”

“Burning in another time and place.”

Then the lamps on both sides of the bridge went out, and crimson lanterns lit up. The spotlights were actually two large ships, docked on either side of the riverbank, with neat square lanterns hanging from them. Music began to play from these ships.

“The past and present converge here,”

“The world reverberates within our hearts,”

“The songs we play never cease.”

The voices and music echoed and collided over the river, painting a pattern of an ice flower on the water’s surface through the blue dance. Colorful fireworks rose from the large ships, reaching the first climax of the scene.

“Wish my past could be erased,”

“But I cannot erase dormant memories,”

“I cannot be loved, so set me free,”

“I cannot convey your love,”

“Nor soothe your soul.”

Afterwards, the lights on both sides of the ships dimmed, and the music gradually faded, leaving only a solitary golden songstress dancing and singing on the water’s surface. That figure under the moonlight was lonely yet endearing.

“I cannot accept your embrace,”

“Nor find comforting words,”

“Day after day, year after year,”

“I feel that call,”

“Carrying dreams of the future in the past.”

Lolan Hill sat in the audience, listening to the song. For some reason, a faint mist filled her eyes, a familiar sadness welling up inside her. Perhaps this was the magic of music, captivating one inevitably.

“Time cannot erase all this,”

“Our hearts remember where they stayed,”

“Forever staying in the song we played.”

In the final moments, the large ships on both banks lit up again, their lights converging on the golden songstress in the center. Her magnificent dress was as vibrant as a blooming golden rose. As the song ended, she stood quietly on the water, lifting her skirt in gratitude.

“Lovic!”

“Lovic!”

“Lovic!”

From the audience

The students shouted out this name loudly. The songstress wearing a golden ball gown was the chief director of the evening, ‘Louveig, Crown of Melody.’ Despite being only a third-year student, she was already a celebrity known throughout the school.

After bowing to the audience on-site, the songstress extended her hand towards the sky. Her smooth arm was adorned with a white lace glove. Soon after, the sound of flapping wings echoed from the sky, and the students present all looked up.

Six winged white flying horses pulled a white and blue carved carriage through the sky. Under the moonlight, it made a large arc and scattered a shower of falling light points, approaching the songstress on the water’s surface from behind.

Louveig lightly leaped, and a masked young man on the carriage grabbed her wrist, pulling her onto the carriage as they flew and circled in the sky.

Red rose petals fell from the back of the carriage, drifting in the air.

The second song began, with a graceful ballad descending from the sky.

“When daylight gradually fades,

On the streets, lights shine bright,

When night falls,

Now abandon your vain pretenses.”

Louveig’s deep blue hair fluttered in the sky, accompanied by silver moonlight, red roses, and white flying horses, creating a breathtaking scene that deeply moved the students present.

“This is our night,

It will be filled with joy,

Bring your voice,

Come, let’s cheer and scream.”

The flowing song seemed to come alive, possessing a strange magic that made the audience willingly lose themselves in it. The dancing roses also glimmered under the moonlight, with pairs of petal wings emerging in the air, followed by tiny beings within them. They had no gender, their surfaces smooth, flying hand in hand in the sky, chasing the racing carriage and emitting joyful cheers.

Watching this strange sight, the audience erupted in thunderous applause. However, Lolan Hill felt an indescribable nausea and a desire to vomit. She covered her mouth with her hand, lowering her head away from the performance in the sky. A dizziness also emerged in her mind, causing her to stagger.

A warm embrace enveloped Lolan Hill, and she struggled to open her eyes, gazing into those azure pupils before her consciousness gradually blurred.

Beneath the wide river, a pair of murky eyes opened from the mud, looking up at the lights on the surface of the water, followed by more eyes opening, densely packed and spread across the riverbed.

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