Xie Lang watched Xu Chunqiu dancing the sword in the audience, and suddenly seemed to understand why when he was in "National Idol", Xu Chunqiu's song "Sword and Horse" sang straight to the hearts of the people.

Not just because of those fancy tricks, but also because of that amazing somersault.

She recalled the lyrics of that song -

"Playing with a spear, more beautiful than anyone else"

"Sing a little more, Yu Ji and the Overlord"

Isn't it, Xu Chunqiu really knows what "playing with a spear" is, and he really sings the lyrics of "Yu Ji and the Overlord".

She looked up and watched, her cheeks seemed to be swept by her sword qi, and she was cold. The whistling sound of the blade piercing the air shook her for a moment, and she forgot to breathe.

After a long string of swords danced, she stopped, and continued to sing again—

"Persuade the king to drink and listen to Yu songs, and relieve the king's sorrow and dance."

"Win Qin has no way to break the country, and the heroes will fight in all directions"

The aura was long and steady, and I couldn't tell at all that she had done it after dancing such a long sword dance, and Qing Yue was so sultry that it seemed like she was about to pierce the sky

"Since ancient times, as the saying goes, don't deceive me, success or failure rises and falls in a moment, and you can sit in the treasure tent with a relaxed heart."

After dancing and singing, I saw that she was holding on to the mandarin duck sword on the side of her neck, she played Yu Ji killing herself, but it seemed to make people think of the scene of the overlord beating his chest and feet, and those missing details unconsciously emerged into people's minds, and they actually made up for it by themselves.

Old Man Fu looked at it, only to feel that his eyes were hot, and a touch of it was wet, and the hot tears fell uncontrollably, and he looked at Xu Chunqiu Yingying standing on the stage, as if he saw the peak of Peking Opera.

For a while, he actually felt that when Peking Opera was popular in the Republic of China, the most popular actor was probably just that.

Fu Nanxun sat in the orchestra next to him and played the piano, the bow trembled, and the strings were pressed under his fingers through the thin cocoon, but his eyes were uncontrollably looking in the direction of the stage, he pulled under his hands, but his eyes unconsciously traced the figure of Xu Chunqiu under the warm yellow light.

The sparkling sword light of the mandarin duck sword broke straight into his eyes, he traced, trieved, pulled, played, and for a while it seemed that the soul was also taken away by Yu Ji on the stage, leaving only the body holding the bow, mechanically pulling, he was stupid.

The director and photographer who came over with "Like Pondering" watched Xu Chunqiu's scene, and their faces were red with excitement one by one, as if they had already designed the explosion point after the show was broadcast.

After sending off the program team, Old Man Fu called Xu Chunqiu to the second floor alone.

"Originally, I wanted to take you as an apprentice. The old man touched his chin and smiled, as if he was reminiscing about something, "But after listening to your "Farewell My Concubine", I feel that I am really not worthy of being your master." ”

The master and apprentice can't do it, but the old man Fu really wants to leave Xu Chunqiu in the Fu family building, thinking about it, I don't know which corner in my mind I looked for Fu Nan again, as if he finally remembered that his unsuccessful grandson was still a little useful, and said to Xu Chunqiu like a salesman, "What do you think of my grandson?"

He actually began to click on the mandarin duck score indiscriminately.

Xu Chunqiu smiled a little awkwardly, and replied thoughtfully, "I won't tell you anything, I actually already have a heart." ”

Her eyes were a little wandering, and her thoughts flew far, far away, fluttering, as if she had returned to the first time she sang "Farewell My Concubine" on stage, and a red gold agate ring from Young Master Lu smashed on the mandarin duck sword in her hand, and also smashed open the door of her heart.

The old man couldn't figure out if she really had a favorite lover in her heart, or she just found an excuse to prevaricate and smack her lips, just feeling a pity. He picked up the tea, lowered his head and took a sip, and said, "Then would you like to sing on the same stage with me?"

Xu Chunqiu is a thoughtful person, and he has only been in this world for many days, but he has roughly figured out the status of various professions in people's hearts. Here, the artist is not as humble and lowly as the era in which she originally lived, but it is polarized, and the idol is the lowest level of the entire circle, and it is a parallel commodity in people's cognition, singing, dancing, acting, it seems that no matter which one is almost meaningless, no one looks down on it.

What's more, Old Man Fu has grown in age and seniority alone, and she doesn't know how much, and this sentence is just a polite sentence.

"Definitely. So Xu Chunqiu also replied politely, and left the Fu family building decently.

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The program team of "Pondering Like Grinding" pays attention to a thick accumulation, and there are a lot of backlogged materials recorded in advance. When Xu Chunqiu recorded the episode of Fujialou, it was November, and the program team gave her a preventive shot in advance, telling her that when the editing was officially broadcast, it would probably be scheduled for January next year.

Approaching the end of the year, the work arrangement of the New Year's Eve party is gradually put on the agenda.

The debut group "Full of Stars", which detonated the popular talent show "National Idol" that detonated the whole summer, has both popularity and traffic, and several satellite TVs have already handed olive branches.

Xiang Rong is still used to talking about work arrangements at breakfast, which is a rare time of the day when the whole group can get together.

"We took over the New Year's Eve of Yanjing Satellite TV, and the song to be performed has not yet been decided, mainly depending on the requirements of Satellite TV. ”

Xiang Rong said, frowned and glanced at Xu Chunqiu, and said with some confusion, "In addition, Xu Chunqiu has a separate program. ”

"Fu Rucheng, president of the Opera Association, said that he wanted to perform on the same stage with you. ”

Fu Rucheng is the name of Old Man Fu.

There is no other reason for Xiang Rong's doubts, that old man Fu is past his prime, he wants to have the ability to do things, and he wants to have status, why did Baba come up and cooperate with Xu Chunqiu, a young traffic idol?

Xie Lang, who was also at the dinner table, heard it, and his thoughts drifted back to Xu Chunqiu's song "Farewell My Concubine" on the stage of Fujialou, as well as the old man's moist eyes and tears, and vaguely understood the reason, and was only happy for her in his heart.

Xu Chunqiu leaned over to look at the letter suspiciously, only to see that on the repertoire list in Xiang Rong's hand, Xu Chunqiu's name was impressively listed with Old Man Fu's big name.

The repertoire performed is the traditional Peking Opera repertoire of Yisheng and Dan collaborations, "Wujia Po".

It turned out that the words that the old man said in the Fu family building were all true, Xu Chunqiu thought later.