"Look quickly at the big screen in the back!"
Someone let out a low exclamation, staring in astonishment at the huge screen behind Zhou Chen that had lit up at some unknown moment.
The footage was in black and white, casting a soft, glowing light amid the pitch darkness.
Yet everyone could clearly see the scene unfolding before them: invaders wielding long swords and rifles holding theatergoers hostage, forcing the performers standing on the stage to put on a show.
Humiliation.
Fury.
Instantly filled the hearts of all the viewers.
Even after all these years.
Even though peace had now been attained.
Even though none of them had lived through that era.
Yet at this very moment, the blood in the chests of everyone present was boiling!
This was a piece of history that no compatriot could ever forget.
The audience below the stage was silent as water.
Netizens watching the livestream seemed to have vanished completely, leaving only the steadily rising viewer count in the top right corner to show just how many people the program had captivated.
The singing unfolded gently:
"Accustomed to blending joy, anger, sorrow, and delight into makeup and masks,
So what if the old verses are sung through?
Bones and pale ashes are all that remain of me..."
Meanwhile, having returned home, Ji Mingxin knocked on his granddaughter's door.
Ji Zixuan looked at Ji Mingxin appearing before her and froze slightly. Subconsciously glancing at the clock, she felt somewhat surprised. Shouldn't the old man…
Chapter 169