After Zhou Ling finished speaking, there was a burst of violent applause below.

Then, Zhou Ling gracefully withdrew in this round of applause.

Song Xingyan sat in the first row, and when he looked up, he could see Zhou Ling on the stage.

Under the stage lights, she wore a red floor-length dress, and the smooth fabric wrapped around her bumpy body.

The long, smooth hair that had been so smooth was now curled up in large waves, skimming lazily and casually to the side.

With the elegant conversation and decent movements, the delicate facial features seemed to make her whole person shine.

She is dazzling, not even half a minute of the dazzling lights on the stage.

Song Xingyan has always known it, but she has never had the opportunity to see such an excellent and beautiful her.

Zhou Ling, who I saw on weekdays, was cautious and cautious, and he had never been so radiant as he was today, with a confident smile every time he said a word.

On such an occasion, although Zhao Xiaoxiao was suspended, the daughter of the radio director would still attend.

When he saw the dazzling Zhou Ling on the stage and Song Xingyan staring at Zhou Ling without blinking, he almost crushed his silver teeth with hatred.

But thinking of his mother's instructions, he could only temporarily put away his resentful gaze and pretend to be light and light.

Soon, with the change of lighting on the stage, Yu Jiajia, who was wearing a lake-blue costume dress, came on the stage leisurely.

She sat upright in front of the zither and ten slender fingers nimbly plucked the strings. And the elegant and classical notes fell around her fingertips.

Subsequently, Wang Yating, dressed as an ancient scholar, held a folding fan and danced to the sound of the guzheng.

Her dancing is soft and strong, and every movement steps on the point of the zither.

Sometimes she is a boya, sometimes she is a child, and she interprets the story of thousands of years ago alone.

The first program, as can be seen from the thunderous applause, was very successful.

Whether it is from the stage soundtrack or the atmosphere creation, it seems to bring people into the majestic mountains and the gurgling water.

Even Zhou Ling, who was looking at the display screen in the background, was also a little fascinated.

"It's miserable, the first show is so good, I'm a little afraid to go on stage. ”

Qian Yushan cried with a sad face, and regretted why she agreed to come to this party.

Although this is just a gala, in the end, the best program or something will be chosen.

The order of her show is so good that it is behind them!

In front of the elegant guzheng, what the guitar plays and sings seems too monotonous.

Zhou Ling didn't have time to comfort her, so he had to hurry up to the stage to preside.

"This beautiful guzheng song is accompanied by a moving dance, leading us to the Spring and Autumn period thousands of years ago. It is like Zhong Ziqi said: 'Good as the drum and piano, towering as Mount Tai, good as the drum and piano, like flowing water'. When I came back to my senses, the mountains had gone ten thousand times, and the flowing water had crossed both sides. But please travel through the millennium with the light of time, and listen to the low guitar gently tell a lovesickness. Let's enjoy the guitar playing and singing brought to us by Miss Qian Yushan from the second group of "Chunxun Evening News" - "I Want You". ”

I don't know who deliberately lined up the two very different instruments, the guzheng and the guitar. The last show is still high mountains and flowing water, antique, and the next show is directly a modern guitar playing and singing love songs.

If this is a bad string in the middle, it is easy to make others play.

But Zhou Ling not only perfectly summarized the performance of the previous show, but also skillfully used time travel to connect to guitar playing and singing, which will not make people play at all, but make people feel very interesting.

With apprehension, Qian Yushan had no choice but to take the guitar on the field.

When the two passed by in the audience, Qian Yushan received an encouraging look from Zhou Ling, and her heart settled down a little.

She sat on a barstool that had long been replaced, holding her guitar in both hands, one high and one low, and then plucked the strings gently.

"I want you by my side,

I want you to groom me

The wind is blowing this night

Blowing the itchy heart, my lover

I grew up in him, looking at the moon

It's all to blame for this moonlight, sultry scenery

……”

She sang, and the whole banquet began to fall silent, so quiet that only her guitar and her singing could be heard.

The beautiful and longing singing voice, accompanied by a low guitar sound, sings lovesick and sleepless, and sings about deep love.

Qian Yushan's voice was not as soft as Zhou Ling's, she was a little hoarse, as if shrouded in a layer of smoke as ethereal and low.

At the end of the song, although the response was not as enthusiastic as the previous show, it was also good.

It's just that only one of the people who applauded seemed so out of place.

This was the second time Ling Chengyun had heard this song, and he looked at the unfamiliar face on the stage, but it seemed to automatically replace a face that had made him unforgettable.

On a heavy snowy day in the north, a thick layer of snow has accumulated.

She just held the guitar and sat on the edge of the stage wearing only a thin white shirt, dangling her feet to play for him alone.

It's also this song, even the voice, it's so similar.

He looked at Qian Yushan, who was singing quietly on the stage, and listened to the low guitar playing, but he seemed to hear the sound of snowflakes falling on his shoulders that night.

He watched Qian Yushan bow and leave, at this moment, as if the hustle and bustle around him had nothing to do with him.

All that was left was the heavy snow and the melodious singing.

"Cheng Yun, look at her again! That woman is clearly not as good-looking as me!"

As soon as the woman next to her saw Ling Chengyun staring at Qian Yushan in a daze, she was immediately unhappy, and shook his arm and said coquettishly.

Ling Chengyun woke up from his memories, and then his eyes darkened.

The woman...... Scold......

What the hell is wrong with him, how can he lose his mind twice in a row because of an inconsequential person?

"Chengyun ......"

Unable to get a response from him, the woman continued to shout coquettishly.

The corners of Ling Chengyun's mouth were hooked, his big hand was familiarly wrapped around her waist, and he leaned down and kissed her on the face.

"Baby, how can I be willing to abandon you, a beauty, to like others. ”

He smiled, but there was no warmth in his eyes.

Backstage, Qian Yushan kept beating her chest, panting heavily.

"I almost didn't choke nervously!"

I'll never participate in any shows in the future, and her psychological quality is really not good.

The thought of so many people staring at her alone made her scalp tingle.

"How nice it sounds. ”

In the middle of the third show, the male host came to the stage, so Zhou Ling also had time to talk to Qian Yushan.

"I can't believe what you dare to say. ”

It's really not that she's modest, the beautiful jade is in front, and the brightness in the back is all stone.

What's more, her playing and singing really can't compare with others!