"It's so boring, when will it be the turn of the new song of 6,000 to come on stage?"

Seeing a few little stars invited by Imperial Capital TV bouncing on the stage, a netizen shrunk the live video into a small corner while posting on the "Ancient Style Pictures" forum.

"I don't know, but the scarf of Salted Fish Studio said that the new song is the 10th show, and it hasn't been long since it came in, who knows how many shows it will be now?"

"Report upstairs.,It's the 7th program now.,I'm sleepy watching it;This damn oil depot website,There's no barrage.,There's no sense of participation at all.,It seems to be complaining about these broken programs!"

"Hey~!I'm happily spitting out the fragrance of the barrage at Xiaopo Station now, but it's a pity that there are few people watching this party at Xiaopo Station, and I'm a little lonely. ”

"Brother Tai, don't panic, the members of the crude oil depot are about to transfer to the battlefield!"

"Downstairs+1"

"+10001 downstairs!"

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At this moment, Yang Daguan also yawned directly from the audience, and several small traffic on the stage were embarrassingly performing a "correct position" sketch, and the actions of [image] and the lines that did not have much emotional investment at that moment made Yang Zhu really not interested in it;

"I said, brother, who planned this New Year's Day party? Even if it's not a local Spring Festival Gala, you don't need to be so careless, right?"

Mr. Zheng pursed his lips: "A deputy director personally grasped it, saying that it is necessary to keep the correct position and promote positive energy, but also to keep in line with the times and attract more young people to watch, so it became this kind of four dislikes." ”

Yang Daguan only had hehe: "The goal...... It's magnificent!"

Mr. Zheng heard the ridicule in it and shook his head: "Bear with me, the second half of the New Year's Day party has been arranged by me. ”

"Hmm...... The next show is the warm-up show I arranged, and then there is your artist's show. ”

Yang Zhu cheered up at this time,

Sure enough, three minutes later, the old acquaintance Qin Hailu came to the stage, partnered with another star, and staged a cross talk, although the cross talk script is not a classic, but the two gave full play to the characteristics of their actors, and the body language and facial expressions throughout the whole process were extremely rich, which made the audience below laugh;

Yang Zhu also laughed out of the pig from time to time, this show ...... It's a bit of a combination of cross talk and sketches.

Another five minutes passed, the two took a curtain call, Yang Zhu's spirit was shocked, and it was time for Liu Yan's show.

Sure enough, as the host retired after the report, a slightly fast-paced erhu sound sounded, and then eight dancers in pale pink ancient dresses poured out and began to dance in circles with long sleeves;

"The sound of cicadas accompanies the wandering clouds, and after the memories begin, look quietly into the distance;"

On the side of the stage, Wan Jing, dressed in a blue and gray men's robe, had a Mini wheat on her face, and walked out slowly, the makeup on her face was slightly vicissitudes, and she couldn't tell the difference between male and female for a while.

"The ancient well and dry pond covered by barren grass scatter a wisp of the past;"

Wan Jing walked to the center of the stage to the right, stopped, with a trace of nostalgia in the song, she stared sideways at the back in a daze;

"The morning light disturbed Mo Shang Xinsang, and the wind swept up the flowers in front of the court and passed through the corridor;"

A slightly hoarse female voice came from the back left side of the stage, but it exuded a slight knot;

With the soft sound of a small group of audiences in the audience, Liu Yan, who was dressed in a white fairy costume, walked out slowly, but the originally cold and solemn fairy Xia was equipped with her bumpy figure, but there was a trace of indescribable and inexplicable charm;

"Thick ink chases the flow of emotions, dyes my plain clothes and white clothes......"

Liu Yan walked to the left of the center of the stage, as if she felt something, and looked in the direction of Wan Jing, but what she looked at was above Wan Jing;

And Wan Jing also turned her head at the same time, looking at Liu Yan's front side with a slightly puzzled look;

"The sun is slightly cool, the strings are slightly cool, the wind is sparse, and the world is in a hurry;" Liu Yan sang, frowning slightly;

"The breath is slightly cold, the heart is slightly cold, the year is in a hurry, what does it matter if it is right or wrong;" Wan Jing's eyebrows were relieved, and her expression was a hint of self-deprecation;

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"You have been in the world for thousands of years, but you only let me see you one last time;"

Wan Jing raised her sleeves and looked at herself, with a hint of regret on her face, and turned around and slowly left;

"The firelight traces the face and burns out the time, don't leave me alone, alone, withered in the dream......"

Liu Yan seemed to vaguely see Wan Jing's figure, and hurriedly walked in two steps, her face was first incredulous, and then a trace of pleading;

There was another erhu, and the two looked different on the stage,

Wan Jing looked free and easy, her hands were folded in her wide sleeves, and she walked slowly;

And Liu Yan looked lonely after a hard search, but she still looked around unwillingly.

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"Fireflies are willing to forget the summer night, if they want to say goodbye to this time after all;"

Wan Jing stopped and raised her right hand lightly, as if there was really a firefly parked above, her expression was leisurely, but there was a trace of reluctance in her singing;

"The skirt was inadvertently stained with lotus incense, and since then it has fallen into the dust net;"

Liu Yan gently lifted the corner of her skirt, looked up and looked up again, with a wry smile on her face, but there was resoluteness in her voice;

"The clogs swayed lightly on the candle flame, and all the noise and silence were depicted on the painting;"

Wan Jing put her hands on her cuffs, swayed her steps comfortably, and admired it around with an expression of "outsider";

"From the sting all the way to the frost, tears condensed into poetry......"

Liu Yan lowered her head slightly with a lonely face, with a hint of trilling in her voice;

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"The light is slightly cool, and the pen is slightly cool......" Wan Jing shook her head lightly and raised her eyebrows, seemingly a little dissatisfied;

"It's hard to paint the vain, it's hard to solve the melancholy...... Liu Yan was stunned, her eyes were confused;

"The dream is slightly cool, the plot is slightly cool...... Wan Jing raised her head slightly, frowning, as if she was struggling to recall a memory fragment;

"Blurred illusions, overlapping sadness......" Liu Yan's face began to relax, as if she was gradually beginning to let go......

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"It turns out that the farewell is because of deep attachment, and you use reincarnation to exchange the full moon on my pillow......"

Liu Yan looked back slowly, as if she really saw Wan Jing behind her,

walked towards her slowly, a smile appeared on the corner of his mouth, and his expression was three points of gratitude and seven points of relief;

"I would like the memory to stop at the withered fingertips, fade with the flowers, scatter the dust, and gradually fade away......"

Wan Jing looked at Liu Yan, with a peaceful smile on her face, with a hint of reminiscence,

walked over to her, gently stretched out his index finger, and touched Liu Yan's index finger,

Then passers-by walked by......

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"Years later, I dreamed of that day again, the picture was distant, and the drizzle was drizzling......"

Liu Yan sang slightly high-pitched, her face as if she was recalling a best memory;

Wan Jing was in harmony in a low voice, with a light and breezy face......

"If the next life is too far away to send promises, it is better to learn to let go of many obsessions......"

The two of them were still in harmony one high and one low, with a chuckle on their faces, but the eyes of each other were distant and confused;

Suddenly, Liu Yan's arm stretched out in her hanging sleeve, and a long silk fan that had been folded long ago hung out.

Liu Yan rubbed it, the fan opened, and then her right hand shook with an incomparably beautiful and mysterious frequency, and the long silk fan with a tail length of 1 meter flew in the air in a smart trajectory like a cheerful cyan koi......

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"Condolences to the years with this fragment of a broken sentence,"

"When I was old, the water was on the horizon;"

"Who will bring joy and sorrow to ......"

While singing, Liu Yan gently moved her steps around Wan Jing as if she was strolling in a leisurely garden, and the beautiful cyan koi in her hand gradually wrapped half of the two of them......

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"The sound of cicadas accompanies the wandering clouds, the distant ...... of memories"

With the chorus again, Liu Yan handsomely put away the silk fan in her hand, staggered with Wan Jing, and made a movement on the back of her right hand;

And then

The music came to an abrupt end......

Three seconds later, the audience burst into warm applause, which lasted for a long time......

PS: The long fan is from a large-scale ancient style concert, the famous domestic COSER "Hell Butterfly Pill" to the koi carp performance, very amazing, which completely changed the impression that I thought that this long fan was only suitable for aunts to dance Yangge;

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