More than half of the lights went out, but the stage was lit up. Beams of light shone on the beauty who slowly walked onto the stage, illuminating the ink-stained cheongsam she was wearing. The mountains and ancient pines were tall and sturdy, and the scene was distant.
The beauty was like a flower, adding a classical and elegant beauty.
The audience burst into cheers. They were really stunned by her outfit.
"So beautiful."
"My goddess."
"The outfit is stunning."
"Her figure is still a lot worse than Qin Bao Bao's."
"Xu Lu is so beautiful. This outfit, tsk tsk, completely beats any uniform."
"China's cheongsam is still the best."
"Haha, after this episode, Mobao will come out with something similar to Xu Lu's."
A moment later, the gentle sound of a guzheng rang out, followed by an erhu, a piano, a flute …
"The shower's first break,
"Ripples on the lake's surface,
"Half a lifetime of tiredness, all in vain.
"On the bluestone, an oil-paper umbrella.
"Thin smoke on a painted screen,
"It's hard to paint your face.
"Ink painting, it's hard to hide your face."
Xu Lu's voice was ethereal and ancient. The tune was good, the lyrics were good, and the person was good. The classical music was filled with a unique sad and melancholy atmosphere. China's traditional music was different from Western music in terms of melody, scale, timbre, rhythm, and so on. It was about "purity"!
The guzheng was the guzheng, and the erhu was the erhu. A single instrument performance gave the audience a pure sense of hearing: light, slow, sad, and many other characteristics. There was no noise of rock and roll, no chaos of accompaniment. It was simple and pure. It was another kind of auditory enjoyment.
The audience closed their eyes in intoxication, quietly listening to the beautiful notes of the classical instruments and Xu Lu's magnetic and sad voice.
Backstage.
Huang Yuteng closed his eyes and listened to the music attentively.
Li Rongxing nodded to himself. "Not bad. It's very flavorful. "
Chen Xiaotong echoed, "You've outlined the classical taste in an instant."
Liu Xuegang was a rock musician. He wasn't good at classical music, but he could appreciate it. He commented, "The tune is nice. It's gentle and melodious, but it also gives people a touch of sadness. The lyrics are also well written. Listening to the song, it's as if I'm in the ancient times of Jiangnan, holding an umbrella, walking on a bluestone road, a small bridge over flowing water … A scroll of ink painting is spread out before my eyes. "
"A few dancing Snow in a Broken Bottle."
"The more I think about it, the harder it is for me to write a river."
"I'm afraid that if I use too much force, I'll provoke Zhujianmo."
"In the end, I couldn't draw out that sadness."
"I'll draw a strand for you."
"A window can't hide me."
"I can't cut a ray of light."
"Ink painting, it's hard to hide your beauty."
"I'll make a painting for you."
His voice gradually deepened until it disappeared.
The song ended.
Xu Lu flirtatiously flipped her hair and bowed slightly. "Thank you, everyone."
"Clap clap clap …"
The applause was like a storm, but it was also like the waves of the sea, surging endlessly. The camera deliberately swept past the audience's faces, recording their excited and enthusiastic facial expressions. When the camera swept past Qin Ze, he symbolically revealed a "touched" smile.
Xu Lu left the stage. The audience's applause and cheers stopped, but the residual heat was still there. They were talking to each other.
"This song is so artistic."
"Xu Lu also sang well."
"I like ancient songs. They're so artistic. The feeling is so wonderful."
"Just for this song, I'll definitely buy Xu Lu's new album."
"I'm turning into a fan."
"I'm turning into a fan. Xu Lu's singing is good. How could she have lip-synched before?"
"Hey, which singer hasn't lip-synched before? She's just unlucky to be exposed."
"But why do I feel that the lyrics are a bit forced? They're flashy but not practical."
"Bah, what do you know?"
"F * ck off. I'm from the Chinese Department. Do you think I don't know? The lyrics are forced, and the words are gorgeous. The song is good, but not as good as I imagined. It can't give me the artistic conception of Jiangnan's water town. I'm a bit disappointed. "
"This is already very good. I don't think it's worse than 'Prosperous Times.' I don't dare to say that it's a hit song, but it's definitely a masterpiece. If you're not satisfied with this, why don't you write a song? "
“youkanyouupnokannobb！”
Qin Ze's eyes and ears were sharp. He suddenly heard a few young people talking in the back row.
"Hey, Qin Bao Bao seems to be singing an ancient song this week."
"Who told you that?"
"Didn't you follow Qin Bao Bao's Weibo?"
"Yes, but I didn't see her post anything related to it."
"Oh, oh, it's not Qin Bao Bao's Weibo. It's her brother."
A girl said in surprise, "She really has a brother."
"I think so. She said so herself. She also interacted with her brother on Weibo. It's unknown if it's true or not."
"I think it's fake. Is her brother that good? He can write rock songs and love songs. People on the Internet have long said that there can't be such a good person. It's rare even among the songwriters in the industry. "
"Who knows? Anyway, she's next."
In the end, ten minutes later, Qin Bao Bao did not go on stage.
Something seemed to have happened backstage. Yin Jia also left.
"What happened?"
"What's wrong? It hasn't started yet? "
"It's a recording. It's normal for something to happen. Let's wait."
Many audience members stood up, looked around, and discussed.
After another five minutes or so, Yin Jia returned to the stage and said with a smile, "Audience, our band's pianist was accidentally injured and has been sent to the hospital. A new pianist is about to fill in. Everyone, please calm down. "
With an explanation, the audience was no longer panicking. But Qin Ze's heart skipped a beat. He felt that he was doomed.
He then left his seat in the name of going to the toilet and went backstage. The entrance was guarded by staff members. The audience was not allowed to enter.
"Non-staff members are not allowed to enter." The staff member guarding the entrance pointed to the warning sign and blocked Qin Ze's way.
The lighting engineer, cameraman, and other staff members all looked over.
"Go back to the audience. You can't enter here." A middle-aged man with a staff member waved his hand unhappily, indicating that he was chasing him away.
"I'm a staff member of Star Art Entertainment. I have something to discuss with Qin Bao Bao. Go and inform her. Or you can return my phone and I'll contact her myself. "Qin Ze lied without batting an eyelid.
Star Art Entertainment had two singers backstage. Other than their respective managers, there would definitely be other staff members accompanying them. Qin Ze's words were very trustworthy.
The staff member looked at him suspiciously. He was too young and unfamiliar.
Qin Ze pointed to the staff members on the left and smiled, "I'll stand with them. Don't worry! Oh right, my name is Qin Ze. "
"Wait a moment." The staff member greeted his colleagues and signaled them to look after Qin Ze. He opened the door and disappeared into the long corridor.
At this time, in the waiting room.
The cameraman turned off the equipment. This was an accident during the recording of the program. They couldn't film.
In the spacious and bright room, Li Yanhong and the director were in an argument.
"Why did the equipment hit his head all of a sudden?" Li Yanhong said loudly. "This won't do. The replacement player has never played the music score before. What if he makes a mistake when playing live? Will the audience still vote for Bao Bao?"
The director said helplessly, "No one can do anything about this. His head was hit and he was sent to the hospital. How about this, remove the zither part. "
Qin Bao Bao said anxiously, "That won't do. The zither takes up a large part of the score. Without the zither accompaniment, the effect of the music will be greatly reduced. "
When the band's pianist was resting backstage, his head was accidentally hit by the sound system above his head. He fainted on the spot and bled all over the floor. He was sent to the hospital. The pianist was also a zither player.
The director became impatient. "This won't do, that won't do. Why don't you find me a zither player?"
Li Yanhong criticized, "Shouldn't your program team be on guard against such accidents? Why hasn't the replacement player played the score before?"
The director rolled his eyes. "You don't say. I've been doing programs for so many years, but I've never encountered such a situation. Besides, that's a new song. If you change it to another song, the replacement player will immediately play it. "
Qin Bao Bao bit her lip. Her delicate and beautiful face was full of worry.
The program team had a replacement player, but she was singing a new song and the tune was also new. If it was any other song, a professional band teacher would have played it before. There was no need to practice. Now, there were two solutions. First, the replacement zither player could take over.
This plan was very risky. No matter how good a zither player was, it was impossible to play a new song directly. It was easy to make mistakes.
Second, remove the zither from the accompaniment.
But this way, the level of the music would be poor and the mood would not be enough.
On the big sofa, Xu Lu was leisurely drinking the yogurt from the advertiser. The corners of her mouth were slightly raised. If there were not so many people, she was afraid that she would not be able to hold back her laughter.
This was retribution.
Let's see what you can do, Qin Bao Bao.
Xu Lu had no reason not to gloat. Qin Bao Bao was her opponent, whether it was on stage or in private. She was very confident. But if Qin Bao Bao failed because of the lack of a zither player … She would be happier.
The other singers could only watch from the sidelines. They could not do anything about this. Besides, their song was not a new one. It was okay to change the pianist. There was no pressure.
Li Yanhong sighed and looked at Qin Bao Bao. "Bao Bao, why don't we remove the zither player?"
Qin Bao Bao's face darkened. She said firmly, "No." She turned to the director. "Can you give the zither player more time to practice?"
The director rejected her directly. "The program has stopped recording for 20 minutes. The audience outside is very upset. They've been waiting for a long time. Besides, playing once or twice won't have much effect. "
Qin Bao Bao insisted. "Even if the effect isn't great, it's better than nothing."
Xu Lu said, "Qin Bao Bao, the director said that the audience outside is very upset. We can't delay everyone's time because of you. I have an event tonight. I can't delay it. "
Qin Bao Bao's eyes were sharp.
Xu Lu sneered. "You're a newcomer. There are many rules that you don't know. You need to understand that you're always the one who has to adapt to the rules, not the other way around. Newcomers must be humble. Do you understand? "
Everyone tacitly looked down. It was Star Art's family business. It was not convenient for them to interfere. They could only watch the show.
Qin Bao Bao looked around. No one spoke up for her. No one supported her. They were not even willing to give her five or ten minutes.
She was alone and helpless.
It was hard for her to do anything alone.
She felt wronged and sad.
At home, she was a little princess. Her parents doted on her. She even had a younger brother who laughed and played with her. In school, she was a famous person. There were countless boys who fell for her. She also had many close friends.
In the workplace, she had a boss who favored her and took care of her in all aspects.
Life could be said to be smooth sailing.
But when she entered the entertainment industry and entered a higher circle, all kinds of conspiracies and schemes came flooding in.
She then realized how difficult it was for her to go higher and further without a foundation.
Qin Bao Bao's current feelings were: Bao Bao, Bao Bao, feeling wronged.
At this moment, a staff member walked in. He looked around and said, "Miss Qin, there's someone outside who wants to see you. He says he's an employee of Star Art."
Qin Bao Bao was stunned. She did not remember that other than the driver and Li Yanhong, there were other employees of Star Art accompanying her.
With her current status, she did not have the qualifications to have a bodyguard. She also did not have her own personal assistant.
Xu Lu frowned. "Did you get it wrong? He's looking for me, right?"
The staff member scratched his head. "I didn't get it wrong. He's looking for Miss Qin. Could it be that he's not an employee of Star Art?"
It was also possible that she had been fooled. He was actually a fan of Qin Bao Bao.
"His name is Qin Ze." The staff member added.
"Ah!" Qin Bao Bao suddenly screamed. She left her manager, Li Yanhong, and ran out in her high heels.
Li Yanhong was stunned and followed her out.
The others looked at each other.
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