Chapter 53 must be too good-looking

Guzheng, Meng Ke also played it in his previous life, it is so versatile, after the precipitation through time, he directly evolved himself to the master level.

Moved a chair and sat down, finally let the squatting calves and stomachs rest for a while, and adjusted the position of the microphone, Meng Ke nodded slightly towards the bottom of the stage, and the facial features under a mask suddenly began to become soft, took a deep breath, and slowly adjusted his voice.

A self-talking murmur came out of Meng Ke's mouth, a little neither male nor female, soft and almost evil, is it just to get close to the anti-string?

"The sky and clouds and shadows flickered faintly in the years, and some people saw resurrection in them, and some people met death in them. The proverbs of Buddhism are engraved into the stone tablet in a trance, and you have experienced the division and integration of coming and going. You ponder in the world, or doubt, or realize, but you will eventually learn to understand. ”

The mask, which had always been slightly lowered, suddenly lifted: "On the road of life, whatever cause you plant, you will reap the fruit." ”

Murmuring.

Song comes.

"When I think of you, I am,"

“wu。 ”

"Don't dream for a long time,"

“wu。 ”

"Burn the paper ashes and bury the smoke willows. ”

If you say who is closest to Meng Ke at this scene, who listens the most, and who cares most about Meng Ke's improvisational effect, it must be Zeng Haiyuan.

When the guzheng was lifted, the pencil in Zeng Haiyuan's hand was clenched, and he always felt that something would happen that he didn't want to see.

But no matter how much he thinks about it, he hasn't thought clearly, does this trendy music have anything to do with the guzheng?

How to play the most trendy music with guzheng?

In fact, this is also where Zeng Haiyuan embarrassed Meng Ke, think about it, the theme of this competition is the trend, and the title he gave Meng Ke is quaint, dusty, reversed, transliterated, and mythical. No matter which keyword it is, it has nothing to do with trendy music, let alone includes it.

But.

As soon as Meng Ke opened his voice, the pencil in Zeng Haiyuan's hand was directly broken by him, and it was broken alive.

"This!"

"What kind of music is this?"

"A connoisseur is a connoisseur, and good music is judged by just one sentence, this tactful style, this ethereal whimper, and that profound lyrics. ”

"The most terrifying thing is that this is clearly a female song, but it came out of the throat of Meng Ke, a boy. ”

"Did he study opera?"

"It's not scientific!"

At the end of the two sentences, there are no lyrics, it is directly a piece of guzheng that is simple to the bones, the musical instruments prepared by the program team are not too bad, but they are only not bad, and they are definitely not any artifact, but it is this simple guzheng, but in the hands of Meng Ke, it has turned decay into magic.

The gently fluttering strings, the shaking notes, like a living elf, unscrupulously tease the ears of every listener.

Raise.

Disturb.

Itchy.

This was the subconscious feeling of all the audience at the scene, many of them had goosebumps on their arms, and many others began to swallow saliva.

"In the living branches, the flawlessness under the withering is the price of reaping the mystery. The afterglow was stained, and the hair of the far-away traveler was sprinkled with concern in his hands. Under the bridge, the late comer in the previous life, engraved in the palm of your hand, a drop of ink drops from the smoke wave in your eyes, wo. If the Buddha said, let go of attachment, how can I go along with ...... without being alarmed?"

Lazy tunes.

Quaint words to the bones.

And the myth of life and death in that story.

No one wants to believe that this is a work created in a minute, but Meng Ke just did it. Perhaps, many people will subconsciously feel that this must be the shady scene of the program group, and this must be a topic arranged in advance. Actually, the program team really has an arrangement, but the judges are disobedient and take the initiative to increase the difficulty.

At this moment.

Staring at the mask.

Zeng Haiyuan knew better than anyone that the person in the distance was mysterious to the bone, and he didn't know whether the other party was a teenager or a middle-aged man. But he knew that there was no shady, absolutely no shady, and this topic was just what he came up with, and no second person even knew the specific keywords.

The song will only be written live.

Unless he has already accumulated countless original works in his heart, after saying the key words himself, he can find suitable tracks in the music library and perform them.

Either way, it's too unbelievable, even more terrifying.

There was a tingling pain in Zeng Haiyuan's palm.

It was the tip of the pencil that pierced the skin.

The pain made Zeng Haiyuan sober, and then the emotions were transformed somehow, he was convinced, he was conquered, he was conquered by two songs. He decided to regard that mask as an idol, and he believed that in the future, in the near future, this mask will definitely become the pillar of the Chinese music scene.

Even myths.

For a moment, Zeng Haiyuan was even a little lucky, because the origin of this myth will be himself, and it will be his own two questions.

A song brewed "Youth".

And what's the name of today's song?

Zeng Haiyuan already has some expectations.

"When I think of you, I am,"

“Wu。 ”

"Hatred is not long, and it is always a prisoner of bitterness. ”

“Wu。 ”

"The new green is left in vain, and the shadow of the falling flowers is in the middle. ”

“Wu。 ”

"Lovesickness is useless, so I laugh at the old alliance. ”

“Wu。 ”

"What do I ask for......"

Not only was Zeng Haiyuan completely conquered, but the dozens of players on the same stage at the scene were all conquered, and even stood up in unison.

Female voices and male singing.

can still sing so tactfully and bizarrely.

What kind of face lives under that mask?

At this time, no one will think that Meng Ke is an ugly monster, and even most people will subconsciously think that if they can sing this style of music and control this voice so delicately, it must be a beautiful face that loves the country.

The appearance is too high.

It is so high that it needs to be covered with a 'faceless'.

People are not ugly, they are too beautiful, I am afraid that the audience will only pay attention to other people's faces, but forget to listen to other people's voices.

Admire and admire, you can obviously rely on your appearance to eat, but you use your talent, and this talent is against the sky to this extent.

Loved.

Loved.

Road to powder, to iron powder.

If this person can't enter the top ten, Lao Tzu will withdraw from the competition directly.

"Plant 10,000 lotus flowers and sprout among sentient beings. Waiting for 10,000 answers to the red dust, the rosary falls into, the sediment of time. Wait, give up the reading of compassion, the late one in the past life, engrave in the palm of your hand, and a drop of ink drops from the smoke wave in your eyes......"

A sour nose tip.

Lin Jingjing, who was on tiptoe, suddenly burst into tears, this is an unconscious tear, for no reason, just because of the lyrics that are connected one by one, just for the tactful story described in the lyrics. She understood the story, and then she was so touched that she had to cry, and her brain took over her tear ducts directly, and tears rained down......