"Hold the grass? Is the blade piano okay? ”

"Old black calm down! On a happy day, it is not advisable to use a knife! ”

"It's not easy to use a knife for any joke, in the eyes of the old black, there are no taboos!"

"Don't say it, it's really a bit of an accompaniment, it's just that the anchor's radio is too bad! Total loss of sound quality! ”

“……”

Representatives of several fan groups at the scene were on the live broadcast, and the live broadcast room was naturally hot.

Especially when Han Lan danced the embroidered spring knife, it was really an eye-opener for the audience.

A piano composed of blades, this momentum is enough to bluff people!

And the men's group Xia and the women's group Xuanji on the side divided the labor to match him with chords, using a cappella way.

Of course, it can't be a pure A Cappella performance, they don't even have a score, they can only rely on the basic music skills practiced during the trainee period and some things that have just been communicated, follow Han Lan's main theme, and simply harmonize chords and harmonies.

With it, although the effect is not as good as that of the band accompaniment, it is better than novelty, and it sounds quite feeling.

The window of the bride's boudoir on the second floor was still open, and the bride Xia Ningxuan hid behind the window and quietly watched the performance below.

This was the first time she had seen Han Lan sing to her in this way.

It's very simple, but it's also very careful.

The point is that this song is good to listen to.

It's hard for him to organize accompaniment and arrange lyrics in just ten minutes.

The freestyle doesn't play like this.

Moreover, when Han Lan danced the double swords, she was indeed handsome.

Looking at it, there was an inexplicable sense of security, and it felt as if if there were really gangsters coming to rob relatives now, as if Han Lan could shake two knives and kill through the street.

"This kid was placed in ancient times, and he was also a tiger of the gate, right?" Xia Ningxuan's father leaned against the window with tea, and said with a casual smile, "I also have a feeling of iron-clad tenderness......

Xia Ningxuan glanced at her parents who were tired of being together, pursed her lips and turned her gaze back downstairs.

Show affection, dad doesn't have Han Lan's talent, who is afraid of whom?

See who feeds who eats dog food for a while, huh.

……

……

Han Lan downstairs also seemed to notice the gaze hidden in the corner of the window upstairs, looked upstairs, and sang affectionately:

"I don't love you because of your beauty

I love you more and more

Every look touched my heart

……”

The onlookers couldn't help but wave their hands slowly, as if they were listening to a concert.

In fact, the sound of the scene is very good, very special, after all, no one has ever heard this kind of blade accompaniment, a cappella chords, live improvisational form.

The melody, with Han Lan's singing, seemed to have changed a little, but it didn't seem to change.

"I love you the most

Otherwise how do you let me

Otherwise, how could I go to the soup?

You do whatever you say

……”

"Love song skewers?" Xia Ningxuan reacted quickly, even though Han Lan's transition was already natural, she still heard the difference between the two paragraphs.

It's a little skewered feeling.

But the two songs that she skewered have never heard before, are they new songs improvised by Han Lan?

Xia Ningxuan caught a glimpse of An Keke, who was waving her hand downstairs, and remembered.

An Keke's topic is to ask Han Lan to write a song on the spot and sing it until she is moved downstairs.

How many songs do you want to write?

Han Lan has no bottom in her heart, and she can't really sing it to the end.

This is too difficult, even if Han Lan is called a creative genius, it is impossible to really improvise and sing several complete love songs on the spot.

So just string together some bits and pieces that come to mind in your mind.

In this way, he can bombard several new songs and several love stories in the time of one song.

It's actually a lot easier than writing every new song, but it looks like it's even better.

Sure enough, as Han Lan continued to adjust the melody, even the onlookers gradually reacted, and many people were already so shocked that they covered their mouths and looked at Han Lan, who was incarnated as the little prince of love songs in the center of the courtyard.

Han Lan didn't realize it, he was still singing softly, glancing at the upstairs affectionately from time to time, as if only the bride and his music were left in his world at this time.

“……

I'm going to be in a fairy tale

The angel you love

Open your hands

Become wings to protect you

You have to believe

I'm sure we'll be like in a fairy tale

……”

Xia Ningxuan laughed sweetly with his singing.

Perhaps, Han Lan, who dances with knives and guns, is the real Han Lan.

It's hard for him, obviously he wants to rob his relatives with a knife.

……

The audience in the live broadcast room also went crazy:

"Hold the grass! Something is wrong with this song! ”

"Like a skewer? New song skewers? ”

"Lao Hei's strength is terrifying! This mind is beating too fast, isn't it? On the contrary, we listened quite smoothly, and the connection was too natural! ”

"So, has Lan Bao thought of so many new songs in such a short period of time?"

"Ahhh Ask for the full version of each song! ”

"Every section is good to listen to~"

"The old black is crazy! My Mayan ......"

"I'm intoxicated with the total loss of sound quality, Lanbao I'm willing~"

"The music student knelt on the spot, and the buddy wrote a new song for a long time, and he came here when he got to Lao Hei!"

"My brother's A Cappella is also great!"

"Crowdfunding to buy a microphone for the anchor, this total loss of sound quality is about to make me cry."

“……”

……

This skewer has been sung for more than ten minutes, and I don't know how many new songs Han Lan has thrown out, and finally, in the cheers of everyone, Xia Ningxuan, who is dressed in red, slowly walked out with the support of her parents.

She was still covered with a red hijab, and she couldn't see her true face.

“Forever love

Forever love

I just want to love you with my life

From now on

You will be the reason for all happiness

Forever love

Forever love

Forever love~”

Han Lan also gradually put away the song, took the curtain call with everyone who helped him accompany, and then threw away the knife in his hand and ran to sign the bride's hand.

Before he could get it, he was stopped by An Keke.

"What are you doing?"

"Didn't do anything." An Keke pursed his lips, took the colored ball ribbon from Xiao Yuchen on the side, but was not in a hurry to give it to Han Lan, but reached out to ask for a red envelope.

Han Lan also lost her temper with her, and Liu Rong hurriedly stepped forward to give red envelopes to the bridesmaids.

An Keke then handed the end of the ribbon to Han Lan: "Okay, you want to hold the bride's hand before you visit the church?" ”

At the other end, Xiao Yuchen was also handed over to Xia Ningxuan.

This is called "a thousand miles of marriage".

The onlookers also offered applause and congratulations.

"How? Acting okay, right? Han Lan whispered and laughed with Xia Ningxuan.

"Bells and whistles......" Xia Ningxuan replied with a stiff mouth.

"Han Lan, Ah Xuan will be handed over to you, treat her well......" The old man on the side explained to Han Lan in a reluctant tone.

The mother-in-law also started crying, crying as if she was reluctant.

Faced with the advice of the second elder, Han Lan naturally responded in every possible way, and even directly changed her words to call her parents.

……