These days, the traditional way of writing songs and releasing records can no longer make people popular. Nothing makes you famous faster than being on a music show. Chen Mei arranged him to the popular program "The Masked Singer" - the singer came on stage to sing, and the audience and guests guessed the singer's identity, and those who were guessed would retire.
Coincidentally, Song Ming is also a guest of this show.
"The program team must have done it on purpose." Chen Mei whispered.
"What does that matter? I can handle it." Hang Qing said lightly, and put the intricately patterned mask on his face, leaving only his eyes, nose and lips exposed.
Chen Mei smiled slightly: "As long as you can handle it."
"Please, Sister Chen, call a makeup artist for me."
"Okay." Chen Mei got up and went out, and came in with a different makeup artist.
Hang Qing pointed to his face: "please draw some more patterns to cover the eyes, nose and lips."
The makeup artist was stunned: "Do you want to paint lips too?"
"Yes, it doesn't matter if the color is darker."
"OK."
Hang Qing closed his eyes and waited calmly for the makeup to end. Half an hour later—the makeup artist took a painful look, the originally beautiful face was abruptly turned into this ghostly appearance by herself.
Hang Qing opened his eyes and looked in the mirror, but he was very satisfied. Weird makeup, with a strange mask, can be matched with songs of different styles.
The makeup artist looked at him carefully again, and muttered to himself, being good-looking is an advantage! Even with such ugly make-up, it can still make people see some strange beauty from it.
Hang Qing fastened the mask again, and the makeup artist took another look, and was immediately shocked. It looked weird just now, but when the makeup and the mask fit together, there is only beauty left! The makeup artist held her breath unconsciously and didn't dare to look again.
After putting on makeup, Hang Qing was taken to the waiting area, where other singers were already on stage.
Hang Qing looked out. Song Ming was sitting in the guest seat. Song Ming's temperament was very different from the others. Sitting in the middle seemed to stand out. The protagonist Shou is quite good-looking... Hang Qing took one more look before looking away.
As soon as he turned his head, Hang Qing noticed that there was a person sitting in the audience. His temperament is also completely different from the people around him, so he seems to stand out from the crowd.
That is the villain - Jiang Moyang.
The other audience members around him even sat down instinctively, and no one dared to be next to this dangerous and powerful man.
It really came.
Hang Qing frowned secretly. Could it be that Jiang Moyang still fell in love with Song Ming at first sight
Hang Qing can't control that much. Anyway, now both of them are under his nose, he just comes on stage and sings a song.
Soon it was Hang Qing’s turn.
"Let's invite an eight-legged fish in the water! Bring..." The host was stunned for a moment, "Everything is born."
There was a momentary uproar in the audience below.
This song is not too difficult to sing, and many people even imitate it, but no one can sing the original song, and the original singer has conquered the hearts of all listeners with an almost ethereal voice because of its unique charm. .
Hang Qing walked out calmly.
The audience was even more surprised.
This is clearly a male singer, can he sing Sa Dingding's songs
If they knew who the person under the mask was, I'm afraid they wouldn't be so suspicious, because when Hang Qing sang opera II, he played the high and low falsetto to the point of being superb, which of course couldn't help him. And Hang Qing is more aware that he has a great advantage, and that is his tone. Because of the existence of the system, he can even shamelessly say that it is difficult to find a better voice in this world than when he sings.
With the sound of the accompaniment, the extremely strong religious and exotic flavors rushed to the face, and everyone held their breath unconsciously. As Hang Qing opened his mouth, the sacred and solemn flavor was heavily suppressed.
This is a completely different taste from the original song.
He sings in Sanskrit!
The audience was silent, and several playful guests unconsciously lost their smiles.
…
Jiang Moyang stared at the person on the stage closely. As soon as he walked out, he knew that this person was Han Wei. But at this moment, Han Wei was very different from what he had seen before. This young man with a clean temperament and deep pride in his eyes instantly turned into a solemn and ascetic god and Buddha when he stood on the stage.
His voice was ethereal enough, vast enough, and solemn enough.
There's no smell of demons dancing at all.
Jiang Moyang took a breath, only to realize that he had unconsciously pursed his lips and held his breath just now.
What a genius.
Jiang Moyang smiled unconsciously, and a hot fire slowly ignited in his eyes. The more beautiful and incorruptible a person is, the more tempting people want to pull him off the altar. If Han Jue is like a god and a Buddha, then he wants to be a rebellious person who violates the gods and Buddhas.
Jiang Moyang squeezed his fingers tightly, which barely suppressed the thirst in his heart.
…
Song Ming's mood in the guest seat was also difficult to calm down.
Maybe others couldn't recognize it, but he recognized that person at a glance as Han Wei. Perhaps out of sympathy for each other, he has watched the video of Han Jue singing over and over countless times, so he already has a certain familiarity with Han Jue's singing. When Han Wei first spoke, he didn't recognize it, but as he became more immersed in it, Song Ming immediately recognized whose voice it belonged to. The young man's voice seemed to have some kind of magic power... Song Ming felt his heart beat faster.
Song Ming closed his eyes unconsciously.
…
When the song finally came to an end, there was a moment of silence. After a while, until the host coughed lightly, the scene seemed to come back to his senses, and there was a loud applause.
Although Han Wei has become popular, to most people, he is still a rookie. So the guests looked at each other, but they couldn't guess who Hang Qing was.
Song Ming guessed it, but he pursed his lips at this time.
He suddenly wanted to look at the young man before continuing on.
What will the youth sing? What other surprises will it bring
…
Sure enough, no one could guess who he was. The corners of Hang Qing's mouth hidden under the mask curled up, and then he exited the stage perfectly.
The singers who appeared later suffered a lot. Because the shock brought to them by Hang Qing was too great, until Hang Qing left the stage, they were still immersed in that solemn and solemn atmosphere. In such an atmosphere, how could they separate their minds to experience other songs? The next singers are either guessed or not...
In the end, because Hang Qing Zhuyu was in front, everything else was set off by three points.
After the show was broadcast, Hang Qing thriving and became popular again.
Chen Mei looked at the overwhelming discussion about Hang Qing on the Internet, with a complicated expression: "... Maybe you can really surpass Song Ming." That's how Song Minghong's speed was back then. Besides, Hang Qing still has a face that is enough for him to act!
In less than half a month, a well-known gossip forum soon built a fan building for the eight-legged fish in the water.
Click on the building, the first page is a big line, "I am picturesque!"
Jiang Moyang closed the page in front of him.
Young people are strangely good-looking.
And it's getting better and better. Even wearing a mask can't hide the demeanor of that face.