Lin Qian smiled slightly, of course, the performance of the Rock Club has not started yet, and these people from the Peking Opera Club have just inquired about the time while plugging in the stereo, and they have calculated the interval between the performances of the Rock Club.

Under the terrace, there were many students coaxing: "Come on, can't you do it yet?" There are still ten minutes before the performance of the Dragon Claw Band will begin, and if I don't play again, I will go in and listen to Shao Long sing!"

"Let's act!

"Let's go, let's go back to listen to Shao Long singing after going to the toilet!"

There was a commotion under the terrace.

Lin Qian looked down at them, in a trance, it was like returning to the time when his voice was not broken in his previous life, and at that time, there were also many audiences looking forward to his performance under the stage......

He closed his eyes slightly, suppressing the trance.

It's great to be on stage again.

Although this is just a temporary stage for a college club activity, no, a temporary stage is not a temporary stage, and now he is like a charlatan on the side of the road struggling to make money.

But so what?

No matter how high or low his art is, whether it is in the brightly lit luxury theater or on the humble terrace where the cold wind blows, his performance will not be discounted in the slightest.

This is his highest tribute to the art of Peking Opera.

He slowly bowed to the audience, and when he straightened up, the sound of silk bamboo accompaniment flowed from the sound behind him. It was just an excerpt from "Cloud Road" of "Heavenly Maiden Scattered Flowers" that Su Xia temporarily used her mobile phone to find for a long time before downloading.

With the sound of accompaniment, Lin Qian slowly raised his hand, his slender fingers made a beautiful gesture, and he raised his steps lightly, and the long costume skirt on his body rippled like water. Through the dim and soft light white street lights on the edge of the terrace, he looks light and fluttering, quite a bit of the taste of a heavenly girl who does not eat fireworks in the world.

So beautiful.

This dance alone grabbed the attention of everyone under the terrace.

The vast majority of them are accustomed to modern dance, but have never seen any classical dance, not even high-level modern dance. And what about Lin Qian? It is the top level in the Peking Opera industry, and the impact of watching it up close is particularly great, completely presenting the ethereal classical charm, as if three thousand flowers have fallen without a trace of dust, pulling people into the world of ancient mythology, true and false.

Lin Qian slowly opened his lips and sang: "Auspicious clouds are rising in the sky......"

As soon as the voice came out, it was tactful and melodious, like hovering above the ethereal clouds, and the fairy spirit was fluttering.

If it weren't for the fact that I had heard him speak in a male voice just now, those people under the terrace would have thought that this was the real young lady in front of them.

"Good!!"

"Awesome!!"

"Bad !!"

Many people already applauded.

Most of them actually didn't understand what Lin Qian was singing, after all, the pronunciation of Peking Opera singing is still very different from Mandarin, and this singing involves knowledge of Buddhism. But this does not prevent them from appreciating Lin Qian's singing, although they can't tell how good he can sing, but it is very comfortable to listen to, and besides, who called him too good in appearance and figure, and he is a rare living women's clothing boss?

Lin Qian's dancing posture changed, the ribbon flicked, and two beautiful arcs crossed from the night. The water sleeves were thrown high and beautiful, fluttering like a dragon, delicate and frightening, and attracted a burst of applause from the students in the audience.