In the Yanjing TV studio, the atmosphere was a little solemn, and before the students started singing, the camera was pointed at the instructor's seat.

An Ran had a problem for the opponent, but was countered to the army, this situation made the gods of the four mentors a little dumbfounded for a while, and then the four of them instantly understood Shen Mingxu's intentions.

Chen Huan showed a look of anticipation, affirming how far Xu could interpret his masterpiece, he was suddenly interested, as for Enron, Chen Huan could only sigh in his heart.

Lei Kun's expression is playful, today he is completely a bystander, the current situation makes him feel very interesting, such a game is what most viewers want to see, no matter who stays in the team and who is eliminated, in short, this will be destined to be a showdown.

Yu Yanqing was complicated, although he felt a little sorry for the genius boy in his heart, he was no longer allowed to have too much emotion at this time.

At this critical moment in the competition, two groups of ten students faced off, and only three people could stay in the end, which group was more dominant, which was not only about the face of the mentor, but also about the final distribution of benefits.

Fortunately, his students were witty enough to grasp the advantage in their hands, Yu Yanqing thought of this, his mood also relaxed, and he looked at Shen Mingxu on the stage, his eyes showed a hint of appreciation, as long as this song "Drunken Chūn Autumn" is interpreted in a decent manner, even if there are no more highlights and features, the media judges will definitely choose Shen Mingxu.

Among the four, the most tangled expression is Wei Na, An Ran is not only one of the two singers under her command who are most likely to hit the championship, but also the one she admires the most, Wei Na looked at An Ran who appeared and disappeared from time to time under the flickering lights with complicated eyes, and couldn't help but feel a little apprehensive.

While the four instructors were thinking, a low and distant prelude to the Xun song slowly rose, desolate and desolate.

Although it was not the first time to hear this "Drunken Chūn Autumn", the audience couldn't help but feel the unusually familiar Xun song and the violent drum sound again, and the audience's faces couldn't help but feel a burst of excited cháo red.

Second and third tones...... The drum beat is more rapid than the other, and the audience is instantly brought into an artistic conception on the ancient battlefield.

On the stage, Shen Mingxu took a deep breath and spit out a low accent accompanied by the beat of the drum, and then the tone climbed sharply, and the singing voice with an obvious Peking opera singing voice was tactful and high-pitched, echoing in the mid-air of the studio.

There is a degree of speed and slowness, low and high vicarious inheritance is extremely smooth, Shen Mingxu's singing skills do not need to be said, and the performance at this time is as good as ever.

Although the grasp of the tone of the whole song and the interpretation of emotions are not as good as the original singer Chen Huan, it can be said that the gap is still obvious, but if it is at the scene of the competition, and it is singing on the spot, without a little preparation, Shen Mingxu's performance is enough to be described as excellent.

"Beautiful!" When Yu Yanqing heard Shen Mingxu's first sentence, which was also the most difficult sentence to sing in the whole song, his face was immediately full of excitement, and he couldn't help but praise it.

And Chen Huan, who heard the next few sentences, couldn't help but nodded, and very much recognized Shen Mingxu's interpretation of this song, his voice trembled well, although the conversion of true and false sounds was flawed, but it was rare for the younger generation to sing this song so tastefully.

At this time, there was also warm applause in the audience, everyone is too familiar with this song, and Shen Mingxu is infinitely close to the original singing, which makes people appreciate it from the bottom of their hearts, and at the same time, this applause is also a tribute to the "pop godfather" Chen Huan.

Hearing this applause, Wei Na's expression was finally no longer calm, she pursed her lips tightly, and glanced at An Ran deeply with her eyes......

You are only seventeen years old, there is still a long way to go, today's setbacks will make you stronger, maybe your footsteps can only come here today, but as a mentor, I am still the most optimistic about you, in my eyes, you are more than everyone combined, Huaguo is not only a good voice and a stage, your future is destined to be bright and infinite.

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"Xiaoxiao......" Feng Min looked at Li Xiao, who was clenching his fists tightly and his expression was a little gray, and couldn't help but scream in worry.

Maybe Enron may not know, but she knows, this girl of TT music is not only a die-hard fan of Enron, but also a witness to his journey, his first listener, his first fan, and even if there is no Li Xiao, there may not be that miracle of "half a million in three days" at all.

"Alas-" Feng Min sighed, "Forget it, no matter which song An Ran sings for a while and what kind of song he sings, I will definitely vote for him, okay?" ”

Li Xiao barely squeezed out a smile and nodded gratefully.

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An Jia, An Dad and An Ma, as well as An Ning Jing and his prospective son-in-law Nie Peng, were all sitting in front of the TV at this time, the atmosphere in the hut was a little dull, An Ma and Jing Jing's faces were full of worry, and An Dad's looked at the TV silently.

Although the little girl was quiet, she couldn't hear her brother's opponent and how she was singing, but this somewhat heavy atmosphere made her little face cowardly, looking at this, looking at that, moving her lips, and finally didn't dare to squeak.

In the TV screen, Shen Mingxu is holding back the song with a low end note, which won a round of applause, he bowed excitedly and thanked him, and walked off the stage, and then the camera turned to the host Han Yu.

"Okay, do you have anything to say about Shen Mingxu's singing, Yanqing, are you satisfied with your student's performance today?"

"It's good overall, there are some minor flaws, but I'm very satisfied with his stable performance today, as for the song part, I have to ask Mr. Chen Huan."

"Well, I agree with Yanqing's statement, in the bass and bass conversion part, there are still some deficiencies, and the emotional expression is still not in place, but overall it is very good......"

After Chen Huan, Lei Kun and Wei Na didn't comment much, one was not concerned with themselves, and the other was absent-minded.

Three minutes later, "Okay, our four mentors have already made comments, next, please let the students of the Wei Na group sing safely on stage, it is also a song of Chinese pop style, which of the two students will have a better performance, we will wait and see." ”

"Second brother!" The little girl looked at the TV and stood on the stage, still with a faint peace on her face, and couldn't help but exhale softly.

"Little Tiger ......" An's mother grabbed her daughter's hand with some excitement.

"Little Tiger... Which song will you sing? Nie Peng and An Ning glanced at each other, both contemplating and thinking, no matter what, they couldn't think of any Chinese popular song that could be equal to this "Drunken Chūn Autumn".

Father Ann narrowed his eyes and carefully looked at his son's god on the TV...... Suddenly, An Zhiyuan's originally somewhat gloomy gaze lit up.

In the closer-up shot, in the picture that was frozen for a few seconds, the corners of his son's mouth were clearly upturned...... An Zhi grew his mouth, he knew too well what his son's expression meant! This is clearly Enron's consistent performance when he is extremely confident! He has seen this action countless times since he was a child, and it is inherited from him.

What is the media's prediction, the mentor is not optimistic, at this moment, An Zhiyuan has completely left behind, his body trembled slightly, and he clenched his fists tightly......

At the scene of the studio, An Ran had already turned around and returned to the stage from the side broadcast room, his eyes glanced at the audience lightly, under the light, An Fantuan's anxiety, Li Xun and Huang Zihao and others' worries, and many viewers looked at them with regret in their complexities.

Suo Xìng closed his eyes, isolated from the interference of various emotions, and brewed emotions slightly.

Is this the Chinese style of this life...... In this case, the song that established the status of Jay Heavenly King is completely useless, sighed lightly in his heart, An Ran raised his head slightly, closed his eyes, and made a sure gesture to the director room on one side.

There was no accompaniment, and just when the staff was slightly surprised whether there was something wrong with the equipment, and the atmosphere of the scene also shook a little sāo, a low singing voice, sonorous and powerful singing, suddenly sounded from the stage-

"The sound of prosperity escaped into the empty door and tormented the world

The dream is cold, a lifetime of tossing and turning, and a few love debts

If you acquiesce, life and death wither, withering and waiting, withering and waiting for a circle, and another circle of annual rings-

Futu Tower, broken several layers, broken whose soul

The pain went straight to it, a broken lamp, a collapsed mountain gate

Let me wait a little longer, and history will turn around

Waiting for the wine to be mellow, waiting for you to play, a song of guzheng ......"

"This ...... This is "Luoyang Jialan"? Chen Huan, who was leaning on the back of the chair, sat up straight suddenly, staring at the stage tightly, the young man with endless sorrow in his singing, as if he was accusing, and his mouth never closed again......

Yu Yanqing struck a clever slap, his stunned expression froze on his face, and with a click, the pen in his hand fell, and Lei Kun leaned back on the back of the chair with a snort, his eyes were stunned, all shocked......

Wei Na couldn't control it anymore, covered her mouth with her hands, closed her eyes, and the poignant singing of the young man in her ears flowed quietly in her heart...... You did it...... Tears welled up in the ......

"The rain is heavy, the grass and trees in the old hometown are deep, I have heard, you are always alone, the mottled city gate, entrenched in the roots of the old trees, and the stone slabs echo to wait...... The rain is ...... The sound of the shepherd's flute on the outskirts of the city fell on that wild village, and fate took root and we......"

On the stage, An Ran's singing voice was tactful and wanton, the ups and downs were mellow and smooth, and he completely ignored people's dull gazes, and his mind was full of that story-

The general fell in love with his beloved woman at first sight and made a private lifelong promise, but was requisitioned by the imperial court to fight on the border, and in the years of war and chaos, Luoyang has been reduced to ruins and dilapidated.

In the end, after the woman did not meet the general, she lost her hair and became a nun, and when the general returned from the wind and frost to find the ancient temple of the woman's monk, she had already passed away.

The general only listened to the rain falling outside the ancient temple of Jialan, recalling the years when he envied others, sighing people, but like fireworks, easy to cold, easy to separate.

"The rain is heavy, the grass and trees in the old hometown are deep, I heard, you are still guarding the lonely city, the sound of the shepherd flute on the outskirts of the city, falling in that wild village, fate is taking root... We...

Thousands of years later, the love of the world is deep, who else is waiting, and the history of Qingshi, how can it not be true, Weishu Luoyang City......

The rain is ...... The sound of the shepherd's flute on the outskirts of the city fell on that wild village—"

Singing here, An Ran's singing voice climbed up violently, as if the emotion had reached the highest point of anger, and the word "village" was like a roar, instantly hitting people's hearts.

Then he lowered his head again, as if he was choking with bitter tears.

"Fate takes root in, we

Garan Temple listens to the sound of rain and looks forward to eternity-"

The accusation that has penetrated through the millennium has been thick to the extreme, the pores of the audience opened up instantly, and the grievance that became whimpering after a sudden high note was poured from the gorgeous singing, from the lingering erhu accompaniment, from the heavy piano sound, from the top of people's heads to the soles of their feet, numb and cold...... All kinds of indescribable feelings came flooding in......

When the singing died down and the sound of the piano ceased to sound, the people sat still...... Pin drop could be heard in Hall 1.

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