"Qin Baobao is here, and he is still so beautiful. ”

"The figure is so good, you look at her long legs, how can she be so long. ”

"Xu Lu is not as beautiful as her, I have to admit this. ”

"She's really unlucky, she has no chance of winning with Xu Lu. ”

"There's no way, how many fans Xu Lu has, half of them are here for her. People are there. ”

"I also came to Xu Lu, but I am her black fan, and I came specifically to black her. But to be honest, that song just now is really good. ”

"What if Qin Baobao has another song. ”

She wants to have another song, it's hard to say who wins and who loses, but she chose to sing an ancient song, isn't it clear that she put her face up and let Xu Lu beat her. ”

Hehe, Li Xuegang expressed dissatisfaction. "This is a fan of Qin Baobao.

"It's really hard for her to win this time, Li Xuegang's time is a miracle, and a miracle can't happen again. However, her resurrection match is not hopeless, Li Rongxing can't do it, Chen Xiaotong can always fight. ”

"Chen Xiaotong is also choking enough, the queen of heaven has recovered in popularity, and her singing skills are good, Qin Baobao has no advantage. ”

Qin Ze followed the band teacher in place, and the camera would not give them to them, but focused on Qin Baobao who slowly stepped onto the stage.

But the audience present could see them, Pei Ziqi sat in the front row, glanced at the band teacher, glanced away, was stunned for a moment, and turned his gaze back.

It's ......

What did Qin come from?

Pei Ziqi didn't remember Qin Ze's name, but she recognized Qin Ze's appearance, but Qin Ze was also a handsome guy at the school grass level, and he was no longer a passerby who forgot at a glance.

How did he end up here?

Is he a band teacher for a TV station?

Pei Ziqi was very curious in his heart, he remembered that Qin Ze was a student of the University of Finance, how could a college student appear in that position. Completely unscientific.

She suddenly thought that her brother's tutor was invited by her aunt, and at that time, she thought that her aunt had recruited a tutor through some recruitment website, but now it seems that it is not so simple. However, a college student, how can He De enter her aunt's eyes.

When Pei Ziqi was thinking wildly, she suddenly heard soothing and melodious music, and she was immediately attracted.

Not only her, but all the audience were stunned.

This prelude is unexpectedly good.

Drums, flutes, triangles, and guqins are intertwined into the notes of Qingyue, like a spring flowing in dingdong, especially the guqin with clear sound quality, giving people a strong classical taste.

The soundtrack covers Chinese and Western instruments, the guqin is the leading instrument, and only with it can we perfectly integrate Chinese and Western instruments, without it, the soundtrack will lose its classical taste.

"The plain embryo outlines the blue and white brushstrokes, which are thick and light. ”

"The peony depicted on the bottle is just like your first makeup. ”

"Ran Ran Sandalwood knows what is going on through the window. ”

"The pen on the rice paper is halfway there. ”

......

Pei Ziqi's face was stunned, and he immediately straightened his waist from the soft chair, and Ying Yingqiu Bo stared at the bright Qin Baobao without blinking, and made a listening gesture.

The audience behind her, most of them, looked casual at first, and when the music started, they felt that the accompaniment was very nice and charming. Then Qin Baobao's singing voice sang, and the lyrics scrolled on the teleprompter.

Gorgeous lyrics, classical rhyme, magnetism mixed with a soft voice.

It instantly captivated the audience.

"Azure is waiting for smoke and rain, and I'm waiting for you. ”

"The smoke of the cooking stove rises, thousands of miles across the river. ”

"At the bottom of the bottle, Han Li imitates the elegance of the previous dynasty. ”

"Just when I foreshadowed that I would meet you. ”

"Azure is waiting for the smoke and rain, and I'm waiting for you. ”

"The moonlight was salvaged, and the ending was blurred. ”

"Such as the heirloom of blue and white porcelain, it is beautiful. ”

"You're smiling. ”

In the band position, Qin Ze closed his eyes, and his hands followed the rhythm to support the strings, hooking, ticking, wiping, picking, supporting, breaking, beating, and picking, sometimes slowly. The corners of his mouth unconsciously hooked up a smile, and he gradually got better.

A few band teachers around him looked at him in surprise, this young man's level is okay.

Before going on stage, Qin Ze exchanged the advanced playing skills of the guqin with the system, and he could completely control this song. This song was written by him, but he is only a "transit station", and the real creator comes from parallel space. The first time he heard this song, he was shocked, but at this time, as a member of the accompanist, he felt completely different.

The charm of music is endless.

Can Xu Lu's song really be compared with my song "Blue and White Porcelain"?

My sister really doesn't have any chance of winning?

Don't you think that "Ink Danqing" is too ingenious?

Don't you think that filling in words is a bit of a patchwork, blindly pursuing rhetoric?

Okay, let's speak with facts.

Please continue to listen.

Qin Zeqin's sound suddenly rose to the top like a storm, climbing to the top little by little, and then turning sharply down, dripping.

"The white and green koi fish leap to the bottom of the bowl. ”

"When I copied the Song style, I was thinking about you. ”

"You have hidden the secret of the kiln for thousands of years. ”

"It's as delicate as an embroidery needle falling to the ground. ”

"Outside the curtain, the plantain provokes a shower, and the knocker provokes patina. ”

"And I passed by that Jiangnan town and provoked you. ”

"In the splashed ink landscape paintings. ”

"You have been hidden from the depths of ink. ”

The audience was fascinated, they were unconsciously immersed in a faint sadness, seeing such a picture, the objects in front of them spread out: the blue-black sky, the smoke and rain, and the small town in the south of the Yangtze River was hidden in the rain and fog. A light rain was beating the plantains, and the closed door was stained with a layer of patina.

The smoke and rain in the south of the Yangtze River, the small bridges and flowing water, the bluestone road, there should be a girl holding an oil-paper umbrella.

She has the hazy and agile smoke and rain of Jiangnan, and she is wearing a lady's dress.

She walked along the long, bluestone-paved path.

A girl holding an oil-paper umbrella with Danqing ink painted on the umbrella.

She was supposed to be a passerby, but she seemed to be looking for something.

Maybe it's looking for a way home, or maybe it's looking for a thousand years of love.

In this town, looking for the secrets of thousands of years ago in the kiln firing?

The male protagonist is still needed here, but the male protagonist is not needed.

It is mournful, grumpy, and elegant.

"Azure is waiting for smoke and rain, and I'm waiting for you. ”

"The smoke of the cooking stove rises, thousands of miles across the river. ”

"At the bottom of the bottle, Han Li imitates the elegance of the previous dynasty. ”

"Just when I foreshadowed that I would meet you. ”

"Azure is waiting for smoke and rain, and I'm waiting for you. ”

"The moonlight was salvaged, and the ending was blurred. ”

"Such as the heirloom of blue and white porcelain, it is beautiful. ”

"You're smiling. ”

The gentle and euphemistic note of the piano grew lower and lower, and gradually faded away.

After singing, Qin Baobao suddenly covered his mouth, his eyes moist.

Pei Ziqi came back to her senses suddenly, coming back to her senses from the sad and sad atmosphere filled with the smoke and rain in the south of the Yangtze River, she slowly shivered, and got goosebumps all over her body.

At the scene, hundreds of spectators were silent.

Everyone didn't seem to be able to come out of the melancholy and mournful singing, and many sensual girls covered their mouths and wept.

Background.

Huang Yuteng was excited: "The tune is gentle and euphemistic, elegant and refined, and the lyrics are better." The person who created this song is an absolute genius, no, a ghost. ”

Li Rongxing is even more exaggerated: "How can there be such a beautiful song, how can the lyrics be written so well, poignant and sad, and tactful." Oh my God, I'm going to cover it, I'm going to cover it. ”

Chen Xiaotong pointed to Qin Baobao on the screen, and said with empathy: "I can't pull it out if I'm stuck in the song." ”

Liu Xuegang couldn't help but think of the song "Leaving Song" that made him overturn in the gutter, and remembered the young man who had just met on the same side, and had to admire, "Ghost talent, ghost talent." ”

Xu Lu's face was very good, it wasn't the camera, she was about to flip the table.

This song...... She's hopeless.

Qin Baobao adjusted his emotions and said in a thick nasal voice: "Thank you." ”

Moments later, applause erupted.

Everyone stood up and gave a round of applause.

They didn't have many words, just kept clapping to show their inner admiration. Their expressions are enough to show the amazement, admiration, appreciation, and support at this moment......

Qin Baobao stood in the center of the stage and accepted the applause of the audience with a smile.

Yin Jia came to the stage, wiped her red eyes, and said with a smile: "Yin Jia was down there just now, and she really cried." ”

The audience agreed.

Whether this girl is acting or sincere, I don't know.

Then, Xu Lu came to the stage, and she and Qin Baobao stood in the center of the stage.

It's time for voting.

The votes of the two rose alternately, and soon, Xu Lu surpassed Qin Baobao, and she had the upper hand.

Xu Lu turned his head to look at the big screen, he breathed a sigh of relief in his heart, and the smile on the corner of his mouth unconsciously waved.

"To Xu Lu, I am her fan, and I must support her. ”

"I support Qin Baobao, her songs are so TM god, from invisible wings to blue and white porcelain, each one amazes me. ”

"Eh, Xu Lu is ahead, what are you doing. ”

"Xu Lu is a first-line, and she sings well. ”

"Fart, can her song compare to blue and white porcelain? ”

"Xu Lu, Xu Lu!"

"Big breasted girl, big breasted girl!"

The audience was eager to fight.

Pei Ziqi frowned delicately, holding the voting machine, hesitating.

Her best friend chattered on the side: "Eh, I voted for Qin Baobao." ”

"She sang so well that she made me cry. ”

"Ziqi, who are you voting for?"

"Uh, aren't you a fan of Xu Lu? ”

"It seems that Qin Baobao is out of play, and Xu Lu has more votes than her. ”

Pei Ziqi said angrily: "Shut up." ”

The melody and lyrics of blue and white porcelain came to her mind, and she remembered the urge to almost cry just now. gritted his teeth and voted for Qin Baobao.

I'm not right about songs, and although I voted for you, I still hate you.

When the vote reached the middle and late stages, Xu Lu's support rate showed a weak state, while Qin Baobao, on the other hand, had a strong momentum and soared all the way.

Qin Baobao caught up.

Qin Baobao overtook him.

Xu Lu's face darkened, not to mention how anxious she was.

She came with a new song, and she came to promote her new album, whether it was her own development or self-esteem, she couldn't lose. The painstaking new song was overwhelmed by the same type of song on the show, and her new album should not be released. The company leaned so many resources to her......

Vote for me.

What do you eat?

I'm an A-list.

Are you embarrassed to call yourself a fan?

Abruptly, Yin Jia said loudly: "Okay, the voting is closed." ”

On the big screen, the voting results came out.

Many people's faces have changed.

Many people are so excited that they can't wait to dance.

Qin Baobao: 208 votes.

Xu Lu: 186 votes.

More than 100 abstentions.

Yin Jia announced: "The end result is...... Qin Baobao wins. ”

Applause rang out, and the audience cheered.

The atmosphere was warm.