The Journey to Godhood in Another World

Chapter 171 Blue and White Porcelain (1)

The atmosphere in the Traditional Culture Association's meeting room was warm and full of anticipation. Zhang Qian, Xiang Qian, Song Hui, and other members who were passionate about traditional culture had already gathered together, their faces beaming with excitement and curiosity, as if they were waiting for a grand cultural feast.

"I wonder what kind of surprise Luo Li will bring us this time," Zhang Qian said to Xiang Qian beside him as he tidied up the documents on the table. His eyes shone with anticipation, full of confidence in Luo Li's talent.

He nodded slightly forward, his eyes full of trust: "Luo Li has a unique understanding and deep affection for traditional culture. I believe her work will bring us unexpected surprises." His voice was steady and firm, as if he could already see the brilliance that Luo Li was about to bring.

At this moment, Luo Li was sitting in her studio, carefully saving the recorded music files. A hint of nervousness and anticipation flickered in her eyes. These two songs about traditional culture had stood the test of time in her previous life, and she was very confident in their quality.

She gently picked up the document, stood up, and walked out of the studio with firm steps toward the Traditional Culture Association.

When Luo Li pushed open the conference room door, everyone who had been talking in hushed tones stopped talking, stood up in unison, and greeted her with the warmest applause and the most sincere smiles.

"Young friend Luo Li, we've been waiting for you!" He strode forward to greet her, his face beaming with a warm, sunny smile. "We're all eagerly anticipating hearing your song for traditional culture." His voice was full of expectation and excitement, as if he could already hear the beautiful melody.

Luo Li bowed slightly and returned the smile, her voice carrying a hint of barely perceptible excitement: "Thank you for your trust and support, seniors. I hope these two songs will be well received."

A hint of nervousness was evident in her eyes. After all, this was a heartfelt expression of traditional culture, and she hoped to resonate with everyone.

Under the expectant gazes of everyone, Luo Li slowly turned on the music player. Instantly, a melodious tune with a touch of antiquity flowed gently through the conference room like a lively stream.

The first song was "Blue and White Porcelain," sung with deep emotion by Zhao Yu. As soon as that familiar yet unfamiliar melody began, it was like an invisible force that instantly gripped the ears of Xiang Qian and Zhang Qian.

"The unglazed porcelain is outlined with blue and white brushstrokes, thick and then thin," the musical notes are like lively silk threads, gently entwining their hearts.

He paused slightly, his gaze gradually becoming focused, as if through the lyrics he could see a craftsman holding a brush, meticulously outlining a blue-and-white pattern on a pristine white porcelain piece. The transitions in the brushstrokes, from thick to thin, resembled a slowly unfolding ink painting, delicate and full of charm.

He could almost feel the warmth of the brush in the craftsman's hand, and the focused and devout look in his eyes.

Zhang Qian squinted slightly, his body swaying gently to the melody, the corners of his mouth unconsciously turning up, as if he had been drawn into a poetic world by the beautiful lyrics.

He seemed to see the blue and white porcelain vase shimmering softly in the sunlight, the blue and white patterns on it seemingly coming to life, telling ancient stories.

"The peony depicted on the bottle is just like your first makeup." Upon hearing this, Xiang Qian conjured up an image of a woman in ancient costume. She had a beautiful face and her eyes were filled with gentleness and shyness, just like the peony blooming brightly on the bottle.

He couldn't help but marvel at how cleverly the lyrics linked the patterns on blue and white porcelain with a beautiful woman's first makeup. Every smile and gesture of the woman seemed to blend seamlessly with the beauty of the blue and white porcelain, captivating the viewer.

Zhang Qian gently patted Xiang Qian's shoulder and said excitedly, "Listen, this metaphor is brilliant! It perfectly blends the beauty of blue and white porcelain with the beauty of a woman." His eyes shone with admiration as he praised the lyric.

"The gentle scent of sandalwood wafts through the window, and I understand your thoughts," the song continued to drift. Taking a deep breath, I seemed to truly smell the lingering sandalwood fragrance, and a strange tranquility welled up within me.

He seemed to see an ancient scholar, lighting sandalwood incense by the window, pouring out his heart to the blue-and-white porcelain. The fragrance of the sandalwood seemed to carry the scholar's thoughts far away.

Zhang Qian frowned slightly, lost in thought, as if trying to understand the thoughts hidden behind the lyrics. He thought that the lyrics might be telling an ancient love story, or perhaps expressing a deep affection for traditional culture.

The line "The brush stops halfway on the Xuan paper" reminds Xiang Qian of ancient literati who would have a sudden burst of inspiration while creating, but then pause for some reason.

He seemed to see the unfinished sheet of rice paper, the ink still carrying the warmth of the creator. The paused brushstrokes seemed to be waiting for something, or perhaps contemplating the true meaning of life.

Zhang Qian shook his head slightly and sighed, "This simple line gives one a feeling of wanting more." His heart was filled with anticipation for the next line of lyrics, like an unfinished piece of rice paper waiting for the next stroke.

"The charm of the lady's painting is captured in the glaze, a secret treasure." When this lyric plays, a painting of a lady seems to appear before my eyes, the delicate glaze adding a layer of mystery to the painting.

He couldn't help but admire how vividly the lyrics depicted the ladies on the blue-and-white porcelain, as if their charm was truly hidden within the porcelain itself. The ladies' eyes seemed to be telling stories from a thousand years ago, making one want to explore them.

Zhang Qian nodded slightly, his eyes sparkling with appreciation, and said, "This charm can probably only be appreciated by those who understand blue and white porcelain."

He seemed to see himself in a museum, gazing at the exquisite blue and white porcelain vase with a lady figure design, feeling a surge of awe for traditional culture.

"And your radiant smile is like a bud about to bloom." Upon hearing this, a smile appeared on Xiangqian's face. He seemed to see a woman's radiant smile, a smile like a flower bud about to bloom in spring, full of vitality and life. That smile seemed to dispel all the gloom in the world, allowing people to feel the beauty of life.

Zhang Qian hummed the melody softly, his face beaming with delight. A flower seemed to bloom in his heart, a flower of longing for a better life and a yearning for love.

"Your beauty drifts away, to a place I cannot reach," a faint melancholy welled up in Xiangqian's heart. He seemed to feel the helplessness of longing for beautiful things yet being unable to reach them.

Those beautiful things, like a wisp of beauty that drifts away, can only be savored in one's heart.

Zhang Qian sighed softly and said, "These lyrics are so moving, they leave me feeling empty inside." A hint of loss was in his eyes, as if he too had lost something precious.

As soon as the classic lyrics "The sky is the color of rain and mist, and I am waiting for you" were sung, Xiang Qian and Zhang Qian straightened up.

A light shone in Xiangqian's eyes. He seemed to see the sky after the rain, a pure azure blue, and a figure waiting in the misty rain.

He was deeply moved by the profound emotion conveyed in the lyrics. The feeling of waiting was as if he were waiting for a thousand-year-old promise, which was incredibly touching.

Zhang Qian murmured to himself, "This line is absolutely brilliant; it depicts the feeling of waiting so delicately." A surge of emotion welled up in his heart, as if he himself had become the one waiting in the misty rain.

They knew that the lyrics quoted the poem "After the rain, the sky clears and the clouds break, this color will be the future," and Luo Li cleverly transformed it into an image of love, perfectly blending traditional culture with the theme of love, reflecting a unique concept.

This ingenious transformation breathes new life into ancient verses and allows traditional culture to find new ways of expression in modern music.

P.S.: Original singer of "Blue and White Porcelain": Jay Chou; Lyricist: Vincent Fang; Composer: Jay Chou