"Hou Defang has a great reputation, why did he lose? It won't be weird. ”

"What's so weird, Houdefang's reputation is just based on storytelling, and they are far worse than music."

"The piano is actually pretty good......

"The things of the strange silver technique, where can they compare to the ones handed down by the ancestors?"

"That's what I said......"

Although there is a lot of discussion downstairs, it is not calm upstairs. As soon as Xie Hong finished discussing the next arrangements with Ling'er, he saw a middle-aged man with a gloomy face coming over from Tianxianglou.

"Gongzi Xie, my name Zhang Daming, I visited your workshop twice before, but it's a pity that the steward of your workshop is a little domineering. Why don't you see that horse steward today? Could it be that he was afraid of losing and being embarrassed, so he hid, haha, shame is almost brave, that's what he said. ”

Zhang Daming was rejected the last time he came to the door, and he has always been unwilling in his heart. Although he thought he would win this competition, he was still worried that Xie Hong was a little strange here, especially afraid of the piano. However, seeing that he had won the first game, he had already won ninety percent of the ten, and he was extremely proud in his heart, and deliberately ran over to mock the enemy.

As for the next two performances, although they are not limited to tunes and can be sung, the voice of the rebel is not inferior to her piano skills, and it is also the peak. Besides, today is a proposition competition, and he can't be allowed to mess around.

"It turned out to be Zhang Gong, Xie Mou has heard the name like thunder for a long time, and now I can see it, it's really disrespectful, disrespectful." Xie Hong is very enthusiastic, like a junior who runs the hall.

Zhang ...... Gong, Gongzi Xie, you don't have the right name, right? Zhang Daming was stunned, this title is very grand, but he is only forty years old, how can he be called a 'gong'? Could it be that there have been so many things on your mind lately that there are more gray hairs? He stroked his hair suspiciously.

"Well, isn't Tianxiang Building a green building?" Xie Hong smiled on his face, "Aren't all the men in the Qinglou called Turtle Gong, how ugly it is to be called Zhang Turtle Gong, or is it cool to call Zhang Gonglai, Zhang Gong, don't you say?" ”

This time the incident was provoked by Tianxianglou, and Xie Hong also knew it, and Zhang Daming spoke with ridicule, where did Xie Hong not know the other party's malice. Since it is an enemy, there is no need to show mercy, and it is necessary to take advantage of the verbal advantage.

"You! Hmph, I don't know if you're alive or dead, after today, what kind of face do you still have to gain a foothold in Xuanfu? Even if you don't leave with a cheeky face, without the piano, Lao Tzu sees why you still solicit business. ”

Although Zhang Daming opened a courtyard, he usually loves vassal elegance the most, and has always regarded himself as a literati, and hates people to associate him with Qinglou the most. And Xie Hong's words didn't just tie him up with Qinglou, he simply regarded him as nothing, how could he not be angry.

But at this time, it can't have a seizure, it's not good if you stir up the scene, maybe this kid surnamed Xie is the idea. Thinking like this, he dropped a cruel word and returned to his side.

Xie Hong didn't have this kind of thought, he felt that he had already lost a game here, and he would lose if he stirred up the scene, so it was better to lose a bachelor. It's just that if you really lose, I don't know if Zhengde's side will be out of interest, what should I do? He fell into deep thought.

"Brother Xie, you have an idea, will you follow the original arrangement or what?" Ma Ang is like an ant on a hot pot, spinning around, and if he loses one more game, it will be all over, and he doesn't know how this Xie brother can still calm down.

"Brother Ma, don't worry, otherwise it's better to sing with Ling'er?" The arrangement of the second scene was originally Ling'er's recital, and Ma Ang sang the lyrics, but Xie Hong looked at Ma Ang's appearance, and it was clear that he was already in a mess, where did he dare to come.

"Brother Hong, let Qing'er sing." The group all came out, but they couldn't let Xie's mother know about it, so they had to leave Ma Wentao to take care of the house, but Qing'er didn't worry about her brother and followed Yue'er out. It's just that they have been in a hurry just now, but no one has paid attention to the two of them, and at this time, Qing'er suddenly recommended herself, which surprised Xie Hong.

"Qing'er also wants to help Brother Hong." Rarely, the little girl insisted, her tone was firm, and there was no shyness on her little face.

"This ......" Xie Hong hesitated, Qing'er's voice was very good, but Ling'er's attainments seemed to be stronger.

"Gongzi Xie, let Qing'er sing, Qing'er's voice is also very suitable for this song." Ling'er said suddenly.

That's right, Xie Hong remembered, this song is indeed the best with a little children's sound, isn't it a children's chorus in later generations? "Okay, then my brother will rely on you this time, Qing'er."

"Well, Qing'er will definitely work hard." The little girl nodded vigorously.

"The second scene begins, the title is 'don't'......" At this time, the principal announced the start of the second scene, "There is no limit to the way, please Tianxianglou ......"

"Zheng!" Yang Rebel, who was wearing a veil, still didn't get up, and the veil was not lifted, but the slender hand stroked, and a melody full of sadness sounded. Before long, the song also sounded, but what was surprising was that it was the little maid named Huqin who sang the lyrics.

"The cicada is poignant, and the late ...... to the long pavilion" is the rain linling of Liu Sanchang, and this time everyone heard the source of this song, "Where there is a well, you can sing willow words", Liu Yong's words spread widely in the market.

“…… Thinking of going, thousands of miles of smoke waves, twilight is heavy and the sky is wide. Affectionate parting since ancient times, and even more so that can be snubbed ...... Qingqiu Festival" The words are sad and bitter, and they are sung in a low voice, and the voice is moving, and they want to make people cry. After a while, there was already a low cry downstairs, and the old men seemed to feel something, and their faces were sad, especially the old man surnamed Tu.

It wasn't until long after the end of the song that everyone was freed from the sad mood, but they still had relatives in their hearts, and it seemed that sorrow was right in front of them.

Although Zhang Daming was a little surprised, but after seeing everyone's expressions, he was also quite proud, glanced at Xie Hong's side, but found that the other party was discussing something together, and while wondering, he also secretly sneered in his heart: It's enough to hug the little girl of the qin, such a parting song, see how you deal with it, the piano tune is too soft, it should be very difficult to play a sad sound, right? Ha ha.

He glanced at the main seat, and found that Shen Xun's eyes were full of praise, he was even more proud, and couldn't help deserting: The little girl who hugged the qin has also grown up, and it seems that it will come in handy soon, but I don't know that it will be cheaper The adult, tsk, Lao Tzu actually missed it like this, it's a pity.

The principal also adjusted his mood, and secretly said in his heart that it was a pity: it is normal for Hou Defang to lose, but it is a pity that he can't listen to Yang Ren'er anymore. However, he is a small principal, and these major events cannot be controlled, you must know that not only Shen Xunji is trying his best to promote this matter, but the governor is also extremely dissatisfied with Hou Defang, so they can only deserve their bad luck.

"It's time for Houdefang ......"

The music sounded, far from melodious, and even the rhythm was a little monotonous, although the audience had their own thoughts, but at this time they couldn't help but be a little disappointed. Although the song walking in the rain just now was judged to be negative, it is still very beautiful, and now this song is not to mention that it is compared with Yang Rebel's rain bell, even if it is compared to the walking in the rain, it is much inferior.

The people upstairs shook their heads even more, the song was ordinary, and the singer was actually a little girl, could it be that the toddler Tianxianglou could win? It's really naïve, it seems that the owner of Houdefang, Xie Gongzi, is still too young to stand any setbacks, and I don't know if it will be so sluggish after today.

Some people sigh, some people gloat, and some people regret that they didn't hear a good tune.

However, soon, when Qing'er's natural voice, accompanied by the slightly monotonous melody, sang a very straightforward song in the eyes of the Confucians...... When all this perfect and imperfect everything was added together, everyone's faces changed.

It turns out that parting can be so beautiful......

Outside the long pavilion, by the ancient road, the grass is green, the evening breeze blows the willow flute, and the sunset is outside the mountain.

The end of the sky, the corner of the earth, the acquaintances are half scattered, a turbid wine is full of joy, don't dream cold tonight. ”

It is also a parting song, but this farewell song blew away the sadness brought by the rain bell just now, bringing people infinite reverie, in the residual flute, under the sunset, at the ends of the world, and the friendship is endless.

Xie Hong also discovered at this time that Qing'er's childish voice is indeed the best choice to sing this farewell, and there is no lack of sadness in the original lyrics, but it disappeared into an invisible in the crisp children's voice, and finally turned into a sense of longing. Not to mention that Qing'er's voice is like a heavenly sound, extremely beautiful.

He looked around again and saw everyone's expressions, Xie Hong was even more sure in his heart, this win was decided. It's just that I'm excited and can't help but feel a little emotional, this farewell was just a casual listen to in my previous life, but I didn't want to cross over, but I have already helped myself twice.

Just as his thoughts were surging, Xie Hong suddenly felt that people were looking at him, and when he looked up, he didn't have time to catch that gaze, he only felt the general direction, and when he looked over, it was where the people of Tianxianglou were.

Could it be that Zhang Daming? But the eyes are wrong, it seems to be a little curious, and a little unwilling, who could it be? Xie Hong thought for a while, but couldn't find the answer, and finally shook his head and stopped thinking about it, and began to think about the third question.

As he expected, the principal, though a little reluctant, loudly announced the victory of Houdefang.

“…… Hou Defang's "Farewell" is sad but not sad, which is in line with the purpose of great happiness, so Hou Defang is judged to be ......"

On the drum tower, everyone's expressions are different, Hou Defang is of course relieved, and everyone in Tianxianglou doesn't feel that there will be any surprises, after all, the one who just sang the lyrics is just holding the qin, and the other party is just a trick, it's nothing, and there is the last one.

A group of celebrities and gentlemen are fascinated in their hearts, and feel that it is worth the trip, Yang Rebel is a woman, she actually has such a clever piano skill, and the piano of Hou Defang is also wonderful, and the music played is unheard of, it is really eye-opening, and how wonderful it will be next, it is really exciting.

ps. Maybe a friend found out.,The time of today's update is really messed up.,In order to thank the friends who really support Xiaoyu.,Friends.,Today's four more.。