latelenovela Chapter 277
Chapter 277
Da Zhangwei couldn’t help but say : ” My God , look at the band teacher , all of them have changed to folk music . What is this battle going to do ?”
Brother Yang : ” It seems that this time it must be a national style song . ”
The mastiff nodded in agreement , ” Mmmm . ”
Finally .
Tao Zijie finally couldn’t help it and asked Hua Qunxing on the stage, ” What kind of song are you going to bring us to ” One Seven Three ” this time ?”
At this time .
After Hua Qunxing nodded towards the band teacher , he replied, ” Bring me a piece of Hualiu music ” Rolling Bead Curtain ” in the absolute sense !”
Moment !
The lights are dimmed .
Only a pale blue shimmer remains in the center .
I see .
Hua Qunxing’s white shirt and white trousers were hit by the lights , giving a feeling of silk embroidery .
And Hua Qunxing’s slender and powerful fingers gently plucked the strings in front of him .
In an instant , the listener is brought into a leisurely fragrance .
” Engraved , on the heart of every eyebrow ,”
” Thinking through the painting . ”
” Contaminated , ink dripping ,”
” Thousands of letters are all yellowed ,”
“The night is quiet , the curtains are slightly bright . ”
This time .
Hua Qunxing changed the once loud singing voice .
The airflow from the tip of the nose and the voice tacitly merged together .
gentle .
delicate .
Think of the trickle on the top of the mountain , flowing into the listening heart .
” Sleeves and dances are charming in dreams ,”
” Lovesickness creeps into my heart ,”
” Still nostalgic , pear blossom tears . ”
” Who is waiting for Jing Hua Hong Zhuang to return ?”
” Kongliu Yi people are slowly emaciated . ”
Moment !
An ink-splashed landscape scroll opened in front of the audience .
corner .
It is a pair of children’s two little guesses .
In another place , a pair of Bi people travel together hand in hand .
Below , is a pair of old men with gray temples .
suddenly .
The picture scroll suddenly washed white .
A woman as light as a swallow slid into the scroll , and a breathtaking dance leaped across the paper .
Next .
Hua Qunxing’s fingers gradually became short .
And the first chorus began to sing .
” Ah … rouge scent ,”
” roll bead blinds , for whom , ”
” Ah … Gao Xuan’s fog fades ,”
“The moon is bright , and the sleeves are dark and weeping . ”
“The drizzle is crisp and moist , and the green poplars are seen outside the smoke ,”
” Tiredness and sorrow are the wounds of spring ,”
“The candles are melting , the breeze is cool ,”
” Gui Yan left a note of regret when he passed by ,”
” Whoever plays the piano in Tianshui is heartbroken …”
All the audience heard for the first time .
Hua Qunxing still has such a mature drama .
After all .
Fans know it .
Hua Qunxing’s impressive muscular lines and masculinity .
However .
This time , his music is like watching an ancient puppet .
Li Xiaoyao ?
Xu Changqing ?
These vivid , handsome , humorous , powerful , elegant , responsible and immortal male characters .
All were easily imagined by them on Hua Qunxing alone .
He is now .
There is even a feeling of Zhou Lang’s Dongfeng breaking .
Sitting on the platform .
Qingqing Fuqin .
Look at the flow of the world and see the changes in the world .
Next .
Along with the band teacher stopped their accompaniment .
This interlude was also completed by Hua Qunxing alone .
At the moment .
Alone on the tower , leaning over and forgetting all the people .
Kong Ming’s heroic appearance also graced the stage .
this moment .
All the guests in the choir have been intoxicated .
Next .
Hua Qunxing stood up .
Leaving there , accompanied by the melodious sound of the band’s bamboo flute .
He went on to sing .
” Engraved , on the heart of every eyebrow ,”
” Thinking through the painting . ”
” Contaminated , ink dripping ,”
” Thousands of letters are all yellowed ,”
“The night is quiet , the curtains are slightly bright . ”
” Sleeves and dances are charming in dreams ,”
” Lovesickness creeps into my heart . ”
” She is nostalgic , pear blossom tears ,”
” Who is waiting for Jing Hua Hong Zhuang to return ?”
” Kongliu Yi people are slowly emaciated . ”
this moment .
Hua Qunxing’s singing became even more muffled .
in the center of the stage .
As the light beams gradually gathered towards him , the guqin behind him gradually disappeared .
On the whole stage , there is only loneliness that belongs to him .
behind .
After a piece of rice paper .
Use the perfect combination of light and shadow .
A woman dressed in Hanfu , a piece of ” Jade Man Dance ” really waits for someone to return with still painting and red makeup, and the feeling of empty and haggard is left in the Iraqi people , and the interpretation is just right …
Next .
Hua Qunxing held the microphone high and sang the second chorus with his most pure Xiaosheng opera singing .
” Ah … rouge scent ,”
” Roller curtains , for whom . ”
” Ah … I can’t see Gao Xuan ,”
” Ye Yueming , I ‘m embarrassed at this time . ”
” Ah … rouge scent ,”
” Roller curtains , for whom . ”
” Ah … I can’t see Gao Xuan ,”
” Ye Yueming , I ‘m embarrassed at this time . ”
“The drizzle fell into the early spring morning ,”
” Quietly wake up the buds . ”
” Listen to the breeze , ringing in your ears ,”
” Sigh the water and the flowers are hurt ,”
” Whoever plays the piano in the cloud of smoke is louder . ”
Nationalism !
Absolutely nationalism !
What surprised all the audience was that , on the one hand , they could hear the pure national essence on the stage of ” Guess the Masked Singer ” ; nice .
Absolutely !
Absolutely !
It’s really amazing !
start .
I just thought that the previous drama was already stunning in the world .
But .
This short but authentic opera singing can already be said to be a dreamy sound of nature !