At this time, Elder Gao couldn't help but look at Ye Cuo in shock, and the whole person was completely stupid.

The scene was silent, only Ye Cuo's singing voice remained.

There was no accompaniment, no music, only Ye Cuo's cappella singing, which resounded throughout the hall.

When Ye Cuo sang the sentence "Azure and waiting for smoke, waiting for me to wait for you, the smoke rises, thousands of miles across the river", Yan Feiyu couldn't help but close her eyes.

Although there is no music, although it is a man's voice, but the only word in everyone's mind is: beauty!

All of them couldn't help but close their eyes.

In front of him, there seemed to be a picture of the rainy Jiangnan painting, riding a white horse, walking under the weeping willows around the bank, thinking of the girl who hid her face behind the ancient paper window.

The courtyard is deep, and the drizzle washes the banana leaves under the white walls and black tiles.

After a layer of rusty patina knocker, what kind of light song and elegance are hidden in the winding courtyard?

All the people were drunk.

They didn't expect that a man's voice could express Jiangnan's tenderness so delicately so clearly.

It can be said that Ye Wrong's version of "Blue and White Porcelain" brings many people not enjoyment, but a shock, and many people never thought that the song could be sung like this.

The kind of sorrow and parting in the lyrics and songs, which is incomparably tactful and delicate interpreted by Ye Cuo, is hidden more and more subtle and charming, as if the green olives are in the mouth, which can be slowly savored.

It seems to be a hazy ink landscape in the south of the Yangtze River, and between the sprouts of water and clouds, you can vaguely see the white clothes and skirts of the Yiren flying.

It seems to be a plain heart note written by the window at the end of the pen, and the twists and turns of the pen are only because the heart is like a double wire net, and there are thousands of knots.

It is also like the mountain spring stream flowing quietly on the stone in the breeze, which is clear and translucent and winding and looping.

In front of everyone, it seems that an old man has really appeared, digging the soil, kneading the mud embryo, painting blue and white, making a blue and white porcelain vase, and sending it to the cave to be fired into shape.

There are mountains, rivers and bamboo forests in this painting, but there is no hustle and bustle, and some are just simple and elegant after washing away the lead, fresh and smooth.

People seem to see a blue and white porcelain vase, sighing softly like the endless cycle of the past and the future, and also seeing a pair of lovers waiting for an unforgettable life and death.

Ye Cuo's singing voice made everyone's hearts mixed, and the thoughts in the sky were rolling like a tide, but there was still only a light chant in the ears, and the clouds were light and clear.

At the end of the song, the audience was silent.

Yan Feiyu closed her eyes, and two lines of clear tears had fallen from her face.

After steaming for five minutes, the scene was silent, no one spoke, only a few female singers, who opened their mouths and gasped, covering their hearts, feeling bursts of heartache, as if they were crying bitterly for the picture in their hearts.

At this time, Elder Gao looked at Ye Cuo with his eyes, and there was a trace of fear in his eyes.

Suddenly, he had a little doubt about his life: what have I been doing with music for most of my life? I feel like I've done it all in vain? Can I have a song that compares to this?

Thinking of this, Old Man Gao's face had a fever, and he felt a little uncomfortable in his heart.

Today, he was completely hit.

On the other side, Fang Baizhan also gradually came back to his senses, a miserable smile appeared on the corner of his mouth, he shook his head, supported the table with his hands, slowly sat on the chair, and sighed, looking like he was ten years old.

And Dongfang Jie, who claimed to be his own tune before, was absolutely perfect, but his face was extremely ugly at this time, this kind of ugliness was not because of his hideous expression, but because he looked really out of his body.

I saw that he was still trembling slightly at first, but then he began to roll up and down in his throat, opened his mouth and began to retch.

This voice immediately attracted everyone's attention, and everyone came back to their senses, only to find that Dongfang Jie was already a little wrong.

"Teacher Dongfang, Teacher Dongfang!" a crowd of people surrounded in horror.

Dongfang Jie trembled a few times, and was supported by everyone, but he was still retching, and after more than ten seconds, the retching sound became louder and louder.

Everyone hurriedly greeted: "120, call 120." ”

As soon as the voice fell, I only heard Dongfang Jie's "wow", opened his mouth and spit out a mouthful of blood, and the ground was red, and many female singers screamed in fright, and the scene was chaotic.

"Doctor, find a doctor!" shouted a number of people.

Several young singers wanted to lift Dongfang Jie up and send him downstairs to find an ambulance.

But at this time, Dongfang Jie struggled violently, looked at Ye Cuo, and looked desperate: "You...... Tell me, did you really write this song in a minute?"

No one expected that Dongfang Jie's temperament was so great that he vomited blood on the spot directly because of Ye Cuo's tune.

In the hearts of many people, they instantly thought of Zhou Yu who was "both born and bright".

For a while, everyone looked at Ye Cuo, expecting him to say no.

Ye Cuo was also a little reluctant to go, and said, "No." ”

Dongfang Jie breathed a sigh of relief and was about to speak.

Ye said wrongly: "Actually, it's a minute and a half." ”

"Poof!" Dongfang Jie vomited another mouthful of blood and fainted directly.

"Doctor, doctor!" a group of people sent Dongfang Jie away in a hurry.

After a long day of commotion, the whole hall fell silent.

Many people in the hall rubbed their hands, embarrassed to look at Ye wrong.

Just now, they didn't believe that Ye Cuo could write a better tune than Dongfang Jie, but after listening to Ye Cuo's singing at this time, everyone didn't want to use any words to describe the tune they heard, but were thinking about how to apologize to Ye Cuo.

A group of people shrank their heads for a long time, and finally someone said cheekily: "Master Ye, just now we really didn't know Taishan, I really didn't expect that in this world, there is really a song, and it is really incredible to be able to beat Dongfang Jie's song." ”

"Yes, Master Ye, we won't say much to apologize, just want to say that you have taught the entire entertainment industry a lesson, and you are the teacher of all of us. ”

As he spoke, the whole person actually bowed to Ye Cuo.

Gao Lao couldn't help but sigh and said, "I will never doubt Ye Xiaoyou again in the future, Xiao Yan, you are still right." There are so many people on the scene, only you have always believed in Ye Xiaoyou, it seems that the two of you are really born with fate. ”

Yan Feiyu smiled embarrassedly and quietly glanced at Ye Cuo.

At this moment, Fang Baizhan suddenly stood up and said coldly: "You don't want to scold him, it's useless." ”

Many people were stunned for a moment, and said in their hearts: It's all like this, do you still want to target Master Ye?

However, Fang Baizhan said directly: "I mean, even if you buy this song, what's the use? Your singer, or the current entertainment industry, who else can sing this song with the taste just now? So it's useless for you to buy this song, unless you sign this Ye Mistake." ”