After the enthusiastic cheers of the audience, the stage fell silent.

Zhou Yan sat in front of the zither, his slender fingers roamed flexibly between the strings, and the clear sound of the piano sounded on the stage.

- Same as last week, it's a guzheng again?

Bai Xiaoli's eyes were a little disdainful.

Even if Zhouyan Guzheng is indeed played well, but the Guzheng is played in two consecutive performances, and the audience does not have the sense of surprise last time.

However, in the next second, she saw Cheng Yu'an on the other side of the stage pick up the drumstick and raise his hand to beat it on the big drum standing on the ground.

On one side is the sound of Ding Dong, which is gentle and crisp. On one side is the sound of drums, thick and loud.

The combination of the two has no sense of disobedience, but looks particularly majestic.

All of a sudden, the atmosphere of the scene was mobilized.

During this piano and drum ensemble, Zhou Xilei in the center of the stage held a black fan and sang first.

[Mei Xue is not willing to fall in spring]

[Snow but loses plum and a piece of incense]

[Heroes in the Wind sigh and wander]

[next to a tasseled gun]

Zhou Xilei has always been good at singing and dancing, but her dancing is even better, so her singing skills have always been ignored.

When she spoke, her voice was clear and beautiful. The fan is waved flexibly in his hand, and his posture is generous and heroic.

Immediately after that, Lan Jing on the side spoke.

[Penthouse Red Face Meditation]

[Looking at each other and smiling at each other, dreaming]

[For your affectionate point to become a general]

[Jin Ge Iron Horse Battlefield]

Lan Jing's timbre is much more ordinary, but fortunately, the pitch is good.

The last sentence "Jin Ge Iron Horse to the Battlefield" is sung very sonorously and powerfully. The momentum is not inferior to Zhou Xilei, and the dancing fan dances the feeling of a spear.

Zhou Xilei: [I am willing to guard the frontier for you for the rest of your life]

Zhou Xilei: [I learned that skill to return to the pistol]

Zhou Xilei: [Chase away tigers, leopards and jackals]

Zhou Xilei: [so that you won't get hurt again]

Lan Jing: [I will stand on the highest hill]

Lan Jing: [I'm heroic and sassy back to the carbine]

Lan Jing: [Even if you lose the rest of your life, what's the matter]

Zhou Xilei and Lan Jing were in the center of the stage, their red clothes dazzling, green silk and ink dyeing, and black fans elegant, like fairies.

Sometimes lightly Shu Yun hand, the fan in his hand is closed and held, like a pen walking dragon painting Danqing, red sleeves are windy, elegant and vigorous.

The sound of music is clear in the ears, and the folding fan in the hand is like a wonderful pen like a silk string. Turn and shake open and close and twist the round curve, flowing water and clouds, such as dragons flying and phoenixes dancing.

——Dancing out of the momentum of women not letting the eyebrows go.

Bai Xiaoli had to admit that these two people did sing and dance well.

She didn't expect Zhou Xilei's foot injury to heal so quickly, and it didn't affect today's performance at all.

But what about Cheng Yu'an and Zhou Yan? Is it always accompanied by both sides?

Today's performance requires everyone to sing and dance, and if you only play an instrument the whole time, you will inevitably deduct points.

Cheng Yu'an may not be able to sing at all, and Zhou Yan may not be able to sing if he has a cold.

Thinking about it this way, no matter how hard Zhou Xilei and Lan Jing work, their team's score will not be higher than 90.

Bai Xiaoli comforted himself like this in his heart.

However, after Lan Jing finished singing the last sentence, she only listened to the sound of the piano and the drums.

There was silence on the stage, and in the next second, the empty hall actually sounded the Peking Opera recitation.

The voice is high-pitched and powerful, and the tone is frustrating, and as soon as he speaks, it gives people goosebumps, and he is directly shocked.

[Sassy heroic five-foot gun——]

[Storm and Storm Stepping on the Blue Wolf——]

[The first light of dawn on the military training ground——]

[Woman flies back to the carbine-]

Isn't it, Peking Opera Nianbai?!

This is not something that anyone can sing, let alone such a professional, as soon as I listen to it, I have specially practiced it.

Bai Xiaoli's pupils shrank, and he immediately looked at the stage.

She thought that Zhou Yan's voice had recovered, but she didn't expect that the person who sang this Peking Opera recitation at this moment -

It's actually Cheng Yu'an?!

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