Sentence after sentence, soon came to the best part!

Song Ci's eyes narrowed, and the corner of the white handkerchief in his hand served as a cigarette:

"How unusual this woman is!"

Then he turned around, his eyes widened, and he held a white handkerchief in one hand and alluded to the side with the other, pretending to be a righteous and witty sister-in-law:

"What the hell does Diao Deyi have!"

Then he turned his back again, revealing Hu Chuankui's face mask, slightly shy in his stomach, rolling up his sleeves and staring at him and singing:

"This little Diao doesn't talk about face at all!"

Later, it was replaced by A Qing's sister-in-law:

"This bale is a wall to keep the wind out!"

"Good!"

The audience watched this paragraph with their hearts, and they applauded again!

The on-stage performance continues, the three roles are seamlessly connected, and they cooperate seamlessly with the band, which makes people more and more engaged the more they watch, and gradually forget the lack of size, appearance, and voice of the young actors, and devote themselves to the story.

Song Ci even took out twelve points of ability, and used his spiritual power to the limit of what he could grasp so far, so as to ensure the stability and clarity of his voice, and the transformation was free, and it was clearly transmitted to the ears of every audience.

This is the result of two months of hard training.

Combine mental power with the vibrations of her vocal cords and tune to the most suitable frequencies for the best sound quality and the perfect balance of emotional contagion.

It's not an easy process.

Let's use a simple analogy, like the acting skills of actors, the same is laughter, how to laugh out of flowers, smile more movingly, more in line with the role, here can be a lot of knowledge, and you have to explore and practice.

Or how many actors can be actors, and some are just vases? Even if they are actors, they have to continue to learn and improve, so that their acting skills can be improved.

This is what Song Ci is now focusing on practicing.

Adapting to your body, taking control of your body, and exploring its mysteries is a long and fun process.

Especially when she whimically integrated her spiritual power into it, she collided with a lot of wonderful inspirations.

For example, when her grandmother had a stroke last time, she used her mental power to do physical examination and first aid, which was actually a very unskilled and barbaric use.

But the idea is right.

By extension, the possibilities are endless.

Just like last time, if she attached her spiritual power to the golden needle for acupuncture, would she be able to get twice the result with half the effort?

And she just tried it a little, and was caught by a panicked teacher to study Chinese medicine.

cough, it's far away, and it's rapping.

Children's vocal cords are narrow, even if the vocal range is wide, it can't get rid of the limitations of a clear children's voice, it is appropriate to sing nursery rhymes, and singing wits is a defect.

So she had an idea, tried to control her vocal cords with mental power, fine-tuned her voice, and really tried to carve it in every possible way, and slowly found out a little experience, and got what she is now.

Song Ci is not stage frightened, and even those who have been "zombies" are on fire do not have to use the judges and audience as cabbage and radishes, and their psychological quality is stable.

She wasn't too excited, and used her mental power step by step in strict accordance with the calculations.

That's right, her mental power is still not rich, not enough for her to squander, and she has to save some money.

But her emotions are warm and full, which is the advantage of experience brought by experience, and it is particularly infectious through the divergence of spiritual power!

The audience, whether they like Peking Opera or not, was fascinated by it, and was brought by her to that era of gunsmoke, and "wits" with her.

After the nervous scalp tingling, it finally came to the end.

A Qing's sister-in-law's eyebrows are dancing and singing:

"The wounded and sick are nowhere to be found, and it is difficult to find them when they go away!"

"Good!"

"Well sung!"

"Great!"

The audience applauded warmly and applauded.

Song Ci closed his posture and bowed to the audience.

The host came to the stage with a smile:

"Thank you to Song Ci for your wonderful performance. Please enjoy the ...... below"

"Wait a minute. ”

Deputy County Magistrate Cai, who was sitting in the middle of the first row of judges' seats in the audience, waved his hand, interrupted the host's words, and asked Song Ci kindly:

"Song Ci, who gave you the idea of this show? ”

Song Porcelain did not change his color, and threw the pot in public without a heartbeat, and replied crisply:

"My mother's singing, my father's choice of this part, the clothes made by my grandmother, the face mask that my father played, and the singing that my teacher taught me. ”

Anyway, it's nothing wrong with her, she's just a poor child laborer who is exploited.

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