In the backstage standby room.

Ji Chao was stunned!

I saw his eyes staring at Mei Feng in the direct picture on the stage, his brows furrowed slightly, and his face showed a look of inability to grasp the essentials.

As one of the few musicians in China who explores the creation of national style songs,

Ji Chao could feel it very clearly,

Mei Feng's "Red Dust Inn" is not as gorgeous and quoted as other national style songs, and there is almost no place to study the source.

In this way, Mei Feng's songs are like fine brushstrokes, outlining a grievance in three or two strokes.

Especially when you hear this sentence "Showers fall, fate knocks", it seems that there is some kind of magical magic lingering in Ji Chao's ears!

made his whole person stunned all at once!

Just say the word "knock".

The first thing that came to mind in Ji Chao's mind was "Zhong".

Ring the bell.

It's a kind of cycle,

repeat

And the established action.

Just like the fate of the Jianghu people.

Just this one word,

It makes people feel a sense of fate that cannot be broken free.

The most terrifying thing is that when Ji Chao quickly thought of the classics he had read hard, he wanted to replace them with other words.

In addition to the word "knock",

No verb has ever had this effect.

Time

A pale appeared on Ji Chao's face!

Over the years, he has been trying to combine classical and pop music, and has embarked on a path of his own national style, and now his proud confidence has been easily deconstructed in a gesture of great ingenuity.

That feeling...

It's like seeing the goddess of Gao Leng who has just held hands after licking for many years, and in front of others, she actually clapped her hands to know that she would split a horse and turn over on a horse.

But this great coincidence,

Antelope's horn-like lyrics and songs!

Could it be that this is the "hand of God" that I have been looking for?

Ji Chao was frightened by his ridiculous idea!

No!

It's impossible!

......

on stage.

Accompanied by a melodious and tactful classical melody,

The lyrics enter the main song section again.

At this moment, everyone's eyes on the scene fell on the man who led them into a "fast horse rivers and lakes" with his singing, but they were stunned to find that the other party was still standing quietly on the stage.

I didn't even move a step under my feet.

It was at this time that

Mei Feng's voice suddenly changed, with three points of ease, six points of casualness and one point of carelessness, he bowed his head slightly, and sang in a slightly lamented tone:

"Under the eaves, the window lattices reflect the branches obliquely

Sit across from you for tea. ”

Suddenly, everyone at the scene only felt that the picture in front of them suddenly changed again, as if they were suddenly pulled back to the water towns in the south of the Yangtze River from the wind and sand and the red dust outside the desert.

"I have written you down with a fine stroke

The pen is not elegant. ”

Liu Qing on the mentor's seat suddenly mentions his spirits.

"Huh? The pronunciation of this 'will' is very charming.. It seems to be..."

Chen Yijie, the little king next to him, obviously tasted the taste, and turned his head to look at Liu Qing.

"Is the way to sing the drama right? Gee... first a lyrical song, and now there is a national style, mixed with drama, this guy has dabbled in a lot of miscellaneous. ”

And hearing the praise of Liu Qing and Chen Yijie,

Jiang Yuchen was still stiff-mouthed.

"What's the use of being miscellaneous but not refined."

Chen Yijie couldn't help but smile when he heard this.

"Teacher Jiang, do you really think this national style song is not good?"

Just as the soul of a novel is "interesting", there is also a very intuitive judgment of the quality of music, which is whether it is good or not.

Looking at the countless audiences at the scene who were fascinated and immersed in the rivers and lakes outlined by Mei Feng for them, Jiang Yuchen's sentence "not good" could not be said at all.

How to drop?

Are you in good taste?

She's not that thick-skinned.

......

"Under the lamp, sigh red and almost sunset

I said that fate is the same as going to Zen without speaking

Your tears are like pear blossoms sprinkled all over the world on the paper

Love and hate are like freehand landscape paintings. ”

Such as Zen meditation,

Such as pear blossoms,

Such as freehand landscape painting....

When Mei Feng sang this "Sanru" in a tactful and sentimental tune, the tone of the whole song changed again, revealing a lingering sadness that was so rich that it could not be said.

"Ren Wulin, who leads the way,

But I bend my waist only for you

How delicate you look back

I laughed with tears in my eyes

Wine beckons the flag in the wind

The sword is out of the sheath, and there is a grievance~"

At the end of the song, Mei Feng's sighing singing voice floated on the stage with the erhu solo at the end of the song, and many people inexplicably gave birth to a sense of unfinished melancholy in their hearts.

A word, a lute.

Painting style elegant white hair,

I also hold hands with you and talk to Sangma.

However, in this day and age,

But it is difficult to find the rivers and lakes of sword and wine in the word.

There is no one to sing,

No one to drink with,

In the end, there was no one to accompany the white head.

The end of the song.

There was still silence in the audience.

The live broadcast room was boiling!

"! This song is written with such a sense of meaning! ”

"Look at you, why do I feel comfortable listening to this song?"

"This is called the national style! The red dust rivers and lakes, fresh and freehand, Ji Chao is simply a hodgepodge. ”

"One thing to say, the national style still depends on Meifeng!"

"This wave is my brother Fanfeng!"

“......”

"Big gall! Dare to slander Ji Chao's brother, reinforcements will arrive immediately. ”

"Ji Dynasty fans: You deserve to listen to this kind of entry-level song."

“......”

......

There was a lot of noise in the live broadcast room

Live on stage.

Looking at the quiet auditorium,

Mei Feng smiled,

Gently tapped the microphone.

Knock knock!

Suddenly

It's like a sleepwalker!

Countless audiences at the scene came back to their senses from the ancient but heart-wrenching red dust rivers and lakes that Mei Feng built for them, and immediately set off a burst of warm applause.

This time it was different from the sparse applause that preceded it.

Even many fans of other talent singers in the audience applauded and let out bursts of cheers and screams.

Ultimately

It's a music show.

This is the stage for singers.

Mei Feng's song,

Deserves their applause.

In the front row of the audience, Zhang Xiaotong also applauded vigorously, with a happy and "gratified" expression on his face.

But unlike the shock and disbelief of others hearing Mei Feng's national style song, after all, in the eyes of other audiences at the scene, Mei Feng was recognized as the biggest bastard in "The Voice of Chuangyin" not long ago, and now even the national style songs with a high threshold can be easily obtained?

However, as an alumnus, Zhang Xiaotong knew that Mei Feng and she were both majoring in "Classical Music Appreciation" at Jinghai Academy of Arts, and I heard the old professor who took his class say that Mei Feng's grades have always been excellent and he has won a scholarship.

In Zhang Xiaotong's view,

There is nothing spectacular, but it is too long of obscurity, these are the foundations that support Mei Feng's creation.

......

Of course

Not everyone thinks so.

in the audience.

Ji Chao's fans broke out internal contradictions.

"You have cat cakes, why do you applaud this kind of song?" A woman in her thirties and forties with a pink head pointed angrily at two little girls who looked like college students with glasses and said.

The two little girls wore Ji Chao's support lamp on their heads, but Mei Feng applauded vigorously after singing, and almost slapped her hands red.

At this time, being yelled at by the pink-headed eldest sister, the two little girls were stunned for a moment.

One of them whispered:

"But... I think he sings very well. ”

When the iron fans of the other Ji Dynasty around that place heard this, they immediately stopped doing it, and they besieged and accused them one after another.

"What's so good about this kind of saliva song?"

"That's it, you don't have any cultural background at all, do you have any taste?"

"Today's young people really can't listen to songs with cultural heritage."

"This kind of song, we can write it a day with our ass, okay?"

“......”

Fortunately, the fans' words Ji Chao couldn't hear it.

Otherwise, no matter how thick-skinned he is, I'm afraid he won't dare to say that he writes with his ass, and he can write one song a day.

Sell pretty much the same.

The problem is that no one buys it.

Just when Ji Chao's fans were angry and criticized for a while.

Suddenly, they found that the two little girls who looked like college students actually ignored them, but instead muttered and chatted with the two girls in the front seat, and the more they chatted, the happier they became.

One of the girls took out her mobile phone and scanned the QR code, and said excitedly, "It turns out that Meifeng also has a fandom, okay, I will be a fan of Brother Feng in the future, is our fan name 'Fengmi'." ”

"Uh-huh."

In the front row, Zhang Xiaotong, who happily stole the house, nodded again and again.

Ji Chao's fans were stunned.

What?

This even adds to the fan base?

The angry crowd just wanted to come up and denounce this shameless act of treason!

At this time, the girl next to her suddenly took off the Ji Chao support card on her head, and turned her head to return it to the powder-headed eldest sister who entered the venue and distributed it to them.

And also politely whispered:

"I'm sorry, I'm going to be Brother Fan Feng in the future."

"I'll give you back this first, I'm afraid that Brother Feng will misunderstand."

“？？？” Pink-headed sister.

......