Four hundred and sixty-one chapters of carp fighting!

According to Lin Daiyu's personality of cleanliness, it is completely unreasonable to sit on the land like this, and many red scholars invariably play and frown. Pen | fun | pavilion www. ｂｉｑｕｇｅ。 ｉｎｆｏ

But then Zheng Jingjing's opening made their brows stretch again.

The clear and graceful little voice was mixed with a hint of hoarse crying, and he sang a voice that surprised everyone, and it was completely different from the previous voice.

"Bring it to me, kid. Mr. Mei grabbed Xu Feng, who was full of surprise next to him, and blurted out.

"???" Xu Feng also heard Zheng Jingjing sing Hua Dan for the first time, and he hadn't recovered from his surprise, and he hadn't heard what Mr. Mei said at all.

"Shhhh Zhao Lirong made a silent gesture.

"Walk around the green embankment, brush the willows, and walk through the flower path

Listen to the flute, the whistle of complaining, the sound of the wind

People say, the Grand View Garden, the four seasons are like spring

In my eyes, it's just a sad city

Look at the wind everywhere, and the red will fall into a formation

Peony Xie, peony is afraid, and begonia is frightened

The willows are sad, and the peach blossoms are hateful

This flower is being bullied like a human

I have an inch of heart who resonates

Seven strings who knows

I only pity my fate

Don't teach you to fall into the sludge and be ravaged

and pack up the soul of peach and plum

Self-built incense tomb to fall into the UK

Flowers fall and flowers fly all over the sky

Zheng Jingjing snuggled up to the willow tree, stretched out her hand and waved the white petals in the bamboo basket, perfectly integrating the singing and movement into a poignant and beautiful picture.

Her eyes with resentment and tears gradually changed, and the audience in the front row saw that they were unwilling, and the audience in the back saw that they were confused.

The image of a weak girl who is unwilling to be confused by fate and even powerless to resist has conquered everyone's attention on stage.

The first section came to an abrupt end with the abrupt collapse of the piano, which made all the audience's hearts tangled and tingled, and then the play began at the same time.

Some old artists are faintly dissatisfied, feeling that this arrangement mistake allows the audience to play, which is a big taboo.

But then another taboo came, suddenly there were a few crisp birdsongs from the backstage, and then the audience saw a dark green bird with feathers flying out and coiling above Zheng Jingjing's head.

And Zheng Jingjing held the petals in her hand and looked up at the birds above her head in astonishment.

The performance accident has begun, and some of the audience in the audience have begun to be dissatisfied.

But then, the dark green bird screamed sadly, fell straight down, and smashed into the pile of petals held by Zheng Jingjing.

The audience couldn't help but exclaim.

Then Zheng Jingjing held the bird and petals and sang again

"Three hundred and sixty days a year, the wind, frost, and sword are strictly pressing

When can the bright and fresh beauty be, it is difficult to find it once wandering

The soul of flowers and birds is always difficult to keep,

The bird is speechless and ashamed, and I hope that Nong will have wings this day.

Fly with the flowers to the end of the sky,

Where is the incense hill at the end of the sky,

If you don't have a good idea, you can catch the bones. ”

The audience was once again collectively stunned, and there was still this kind of operation?

"It's a word of beauty. Wang Yao also exclaimed.

"Jing girl is good at talking about Mei, so cooperative. Mr. Big stroked his beard with a smile.

"This bird was domesticated by her?" Li Wan was very surprised.

"Well, if you want to raise, I can also teach you, as long as you are patient, it's very simple. Wang Yao smiled.

Huamei, that is, the name of the green-backed nightingale now lying in Zheng Jingjing's hands, after seeing the bird raised by his uncle Yin Guifang from the ancestral land of Yue Opera the year before last, Wang Yao handed over the skills of bird training to Zheng Jingjing and others, and later when he went to visit a senior, it happened that he had a nestling at home, and it was a nightingale, a very easy to tame species, so Wang Yao asked Zheng Jingjing and He Saifei for one each.

He Saifei didn't have the patience to raise it, the bird was given to Jin Tairan, and Zheng Jingjing's Huamei was cultivated, not only very well-behaved, but also had a good timbre, and the other one was called a nut, and the name was based on their favorite snacks, which was very sloppy.

However, Wang Yao really didn't expect that Zheng Jingjing could use words to lead the play, no matter what, this method is not too preferable, and the realism destroys the beauty of too much freehand in traditional opera.

By now, Wang Yao didn't know what Zheng Jingjing wanted to do.

Zheng Jingjing's singing voice began to become clearer and brighter, and her voice became more and more mellow, forcibly pulling the audience into the play, she continued to talk about the petals and birds put back into the bamboo basket, and began to grab and dig on the floor with both hands, the audience in the front row could almost hear the harsh sound of directly rubbing against the floor, and they could see that Zheng Jingjing's tears were falling on the floor when she hung her head, and the hoarseness in her singing voice was much more, but she covered her crying.

Or Zheng Jingjing added this kind of choking to the play, and it didn't leak traces, which was amazing.

However, the more prominent digging of burial flowers with his hands, digging and throwing, showed a little girl who had been suppressed and had many grievances, and could only vent her anger in the most clumsy way.

Lin Daiyu at this moment is not the complaining and sentimental little fairy in the story, but a poor girl with a lot of fireworks.

According to the image created by the original book, Zheng Jingjing can be said to have smashed this play, and it can even be said that she has destroyed the extreme beauty of "Dream of Red Mansions".

But in the eyes of Mr. Qigong, who has been immersed in red studies for many years, it is not abrupt, because this is the Lin Daiyu that Zheng Jingjing wants to play, and the funeral flower she wants to play is very natural.

The greatness of art lies in the fact that as long as it is true, then it will move people's hearts, without boundaries and without explanation.

Lin Daiyu has lived in Jiafu as an orphan girl since she was a child, this paradise in the eyes of the outside world is not a good place for her, she is independent and independent, excluded by her peers, awkward status, and at the same time embarrassed for these women of the same age who excluded her, her sensibility makes her empathize with all women to add to herself.

made her already turbulent life even more miserable, they themselves are flowers, but they want to bury flowers, so they dig the grave with their own hands, burying her helplessness about her fate and her disappointment in reality, and as a reason for her to be strong in this grand view garden, Jia Baoyu saw through the fact that he would definitely not be able to be with him in the end, and buried it by the way.

But before this, Lin Daiyu was tall, arrogant, innocent and sensual, behind the seemingly pretentious character, but the most real character, the kind of fairy energy on her body is not really out of the ordinary, but a rebellion that does not bow down with fate.

But now that she wants to bury everything with her own hands, she simply doesn't want it, and there is nothing to lose anyway, so she simply buries it all.

This is Lin Daiyu that Zheng Jingjing is going to play, and there is nothing to lose anyway.

This song is all slow-paced and flowing, so it is very long, and Zheng Jingjing has maintained the action of digging until the last paragraph.

"A pinch of pure land covers the wind and flow, and the essence is clean and clean

Don't call it filthy and trapped, and the flowers are laughing idiots

He was buried in the year and knew who it was, and he was old in the spring. ”

Among them, her movements and singing voice express the sadness of this funeral flower more worrying and desperate, about eight minutes of solo performance, the audience three times out of the play, three into the play, this pull also increased the audience's emotional experience.

It was originally a drama of listening, but it has become a drama where the sensory experience is greater than the auditory experience, but I still can't help but be moved.

Zheng Jingjing performed another Lin Daiyu, or most people subconsciously recognize what Lin Daiyu should look like at this time, burying all the madness.

It's not beautiful, but it's creepy and amazing.

Zheng Jingjing raised her hand and knocked over the bamboo basket in the last sentence, and the white petals in the basket suddenly scattered and spread under the tree, complementing her white blue skirt robe, and the background also turned a somewhat dazzling red at the same time, which was beautiful at the moment.

The sound of the Qiang flute in the background became more and more melodious, and everyone was waiting for Zheng Jingjing's last sentence.

After overturning the bamboo basket, Zheng Jingjing crawled on the ground, perfectly interpreting the state of exhaustion, struggling among the petals and trying to stand up, the beauty was heartbreaking.

The audience's eyes became more and more moist with each struggle of Zheng Jingjing, and they became more and more distressed, knowing in their hearts that it was impossible to stand up, and standing up was the plot of the middle two bloody anime, but there was still a trace of inexplicable expectation.

Zheng Jingjing began to cough.

Lin Daiyu's sick image has always been inseparable from coughing and wheezing, and the sick beauty of being weak and "sick like Xizi wins three points" is the fantasy of satisfying all men's desire to protect.

And at this moment, it is true that many boys are stimulated by the sick image of this cough to protect.

Zheng Jingjing's figure gave up struggling because of coughing, began to curl up, and finally curled up into a ball nestled in the petals and under the willow tree, the process of coughing from strong to weak, completely real, so real that I couldn't find fault with it.

Until the coughing sound gradually disappeared, Zheng Jingjing's body also stagnated and trembled, and slowly turned around and spread out weakly, holding a handkerchief in his hand.

The singing voice with a thick hoarse cry sounded again.

"Once the spring is full of red and old, the flowers fall and the people die!~"

Then a gust of wind suddenly blew on the stage, and the petals were blown all over the ground, and the petals were rolled into small typhoon rolls, which was amazingly beautiful.

This ending was visually too beautiful, and the audience who was pulled directly out of the play burst into warm applause.

It stands to reason that after a play like "Daiyu Burial Flowers" ends, the audience will have to be silent for at least a few minutes before reacting, because this play is really worth savoring.

But there is no way, the stage effect is too good, and the play is forcibly pulled.

Watching the play is really torturous for professionals like them, like riding a roller coaster, finally entering the play and being forced to pull out, and then pulled back, back and forth several times, and even get used to it, I can't cry or laugh.

After hearing the applause, Zheng Jingjing also opened her eyes and looked directly at the chandelier above Wutian, not knowing what she was thinking, but she was really super happy.

Because of the ten-minute performance, she is all in the state of entering the play, and even Hua Mei has not appeared in the scene, although her chest and throat are hot and sore now, and her ten fingers are almost unconscious, but really, happy!

With a light hand, Zheng Jingjing suddenly came back to her senses, looked at the handkerchief that was blown up by the wind, and quickly got up with a carp, reached out and grabbed the handkerchief that flew into the sky and let out a sigh.

At the same time, he noticed that something was weird, and blinked and looked at the audience.

It turned out that the applause stopped, and everyone in the audience maintained the action of clapping, looking at themselves stupidly.

Zheng Jingjing's pupils shrank, and Lian suddenly turned red, not even covering the thick foundation, grabbed the handkerchief and hurriedly bowed, and then ran back to the backstage.

The girl who struggled and was weak on the stage for ten minutes suddenly got up with a carp, this contrast is indeed a little unacceptable, but looking at Zheng Jingjing's shy exit, it is really cute, and her cute heart melts.

"That's awesome, it's two streets better than you. Mr. Big applauded enthusiastically, glanced at Wang Yao who was squatting on the ground and smiled.

"It's so beautiful, and the visual effects are so shocking, it's not like an opera, it's a bit like a foreign high-end drama or musical. Li Wan also praised, her eyes are still red, because Zheng Jingjing's part of grabbing soil on the stage is really touching.

Wang Yao was silent, watched Zheng Jingjing run back to the backstage and stood up, throwing down a sentence, "I'll go first." "Just run and think about the backstage direction.

"What's wrong with him?" Wang Yao was so fast that he rushed out like a leopard, startling Li Wan.

"See a doctor. Mr. Big squinted and smiled meaningfully.

.......

The audience burst into more enthusiastic applause and laughter, which made Zheng Jingjing's ears red when she ran back to the backstage.

It's a shame, it's a shame to end this one.

However, she was still very moved by the applause of the actors who were crowded backstage.

The senior sisters of the troupe sent fragrant kisses and hugs, and the senior brothers stood in the distance with a foolish smile on their faces, not daring to approach, for fear of tarnishing the beautiful girl in their minds just now.

Just when Zheng Jingjing was accepting the favor of her senior sisters, she suddenly squeezed through the crowd and grabbed her arm.

The other party's strength was obviously not good, so Zheng Jingjing instinctively resisted, but found that it was useless, and was dragged by the other party to the lounge, looking at the man who was going to drag him to run in surprise, the anger on Zheng Jingjing's face turned into surprise.

Without waiting to speak, she was pushed into the lounge, and then she felt a chill in her chest, and looked at Wang Yao who suddenly ripped off her chest skirt with wide eyes and was at a loss.

Wang Yao's face with a band-aid was no longer as elegant as before, but looked a little ruffian, with his behavior of tearing off Zheng Jingjing's skirt just now, there is no doubt that he is a hooligan.

However, his expression was gloomy and scary, and his frowning brow looked particularly serious.

It's not like a hooligan.

"Don't be beaten as a fool. Zheng Jingjing's cheeks were flushed, but her voice was still cold, and she trembled patiently.

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