The lights at the scene were turned off halfway, but there was a brilliant light on the other side of the stage. Bunches of light shone on the beauty who was slowly taking the stage, illuminating the cheongsam printed and dyed with ink painting on her body. The mountains are overlapping, the ancient pines are vigorous, and the freehand brushwork is far away.
The beauty is like a flower, adding a classic and elegant beauty.
The audience burst into applause, and were really amazed by her outfit.
"So beautiful."
"My Goddess."
"The costumes are stunning."
"The figure is still much worse than Qin Baobao."
"Xu Lu is so beautiful, this outfit, tsk tsk, it's like any uniform."
"The Chinese cheongsam still has a taste."
"Haha, after this episode, a certain treasure is going to release the same style as Xu Lu."
For a moment, a guzheng sounded as tender as water, followed by erhu, piano, flute...
"The first break of the shower,"
"The surface of the lake is rippled."
"Half life is exhausting, all in vain"
"On the bluestone board, an oil-paper umbrella."
"Painting screen thin smoke wears,"
"It's hard to paint your beauty with Danqing."
"Ink painting, it's hard to hide your face."
Xu Lu's singing voice is ethereal and distant, full of antiquity, good tunes, good lyrics, and good people. Classical music, full of unique sad and melancholy atmosphere. Traditional Chinese music differs from Western music in terms of melody, scale, timbre, and rhythm. Pay attention to a "purity"!
Guzheng is Guzheng, and Erhu is Erhu. A single musical instrument performance gives people the pureness of hearing: lightness, slowness, mourning, and admiration. No hustle and bustle of rock, no messy accompaniment, single, pure. is another listening pleasure.
The audience closed their eyes in intoxication, quietly listening to the beautiful notes played by classical instruments and Xu Lu's magnetic and sad singing.
Backstage.
Huang Yuteng closed his eyes and focused on listening to the music.
Li Rongxing nodded to himself: "Not bad. Very tasty."
Chen Xiaotong echoed: "The classical taste was outlined in a flash."
Liu Xuegang plays rock and roll. He is not good at classical music, but his appreciation ability is online. He commented: "The music is nice, gentle and melodious, and gives people a kind of sadness. The lyrics are also well written. Listening to the song, it feels like being in Jiangnan In the ancient times of the water town, walking on the bluestone road with an umbrella, a small bridge and flowing water... a scroll of ink painting is spread out in front of your eyes."
"A few dancers break the snow in a bottle,"
"The more you think about it, the harder it is to write."
"I'm afraid that if I use too much force, it will cause ink to fall on the bamboo tip."
"I can't draw it in the end, that's a touch of sadness."
"Draw it for you, one run aground."
"Compared to a window, it can't hide me."
"Cut a ray of light, keep cutting."
"Ink painting, it's hard to hide your beauty."
"Make a picture for you, Danqing ink painting."
The voice gradually became lower and lower until it disappeared.
Sing a song.
Xu Lu brushed her temples coquettishly, and bowed slightly, "Thank you everyone."
"Papa papa..."
The applause was like a torrential rain, and it was like a wave pushing the waves, surging endlessly. The camera deliberately passed over the faces of the audience to record their excited and enthusiastic facial expressions. When the camera passed over Qin Ze, he symbolically showed a "very touching" smile.
Xu Lu left the stage, the applause and cheers of the audience stopped for a while, but the residual heat was still there, and they talked to each other:
"This song is so emotional."
"Xu Lu sings well too."
"I just like ancient songs, they are so artistic, and the feeling is so wonderful."
"Just for this song, Xu Lu's new album must be bought."
"Road to fans."
"From black to fan, Xu Lu is good at singing, how could she fake it before?"
"Hey, which singer hasn't lip-synced? She's unlucky, she was just exposed."
"But why do I feel that the lyrics are a bit blunt and flashy."
"Bah, what do you know?"
"Fuck you, I'm from the Chinese department, I don't understand? The lyrics are just made up, pursuing gorgeous rhetoric. The song is good, but it's not as good as I imagined. It can't give me the artistic conception of Jiangnan Water Town, Danqing and splashing ink. I'm a little disappointed .”
"It's already very good. I don't think it's worse than "A Prosperous Age of Smoke". I dare not say it's a golden song, but it's definitely a masterpiece. You're not satisfied with this. If you have the ability, you can write a lyrics."
"You kan you up no kan nobb!"
Qin Ze had sharp eyes and ears, and suddenly heard a few young people talking in the back row:
"Hey, Qin Baobao seems to be singing ancient songs in this episode."
"Who told you that?"
"Don't you follow Qin Baobao's Weibo?"
"Yes, but I haven't seen her post related Weibo."
"Oh, it's not Qin Baobao's Weibo, it's her younger brother."
A girl said in amazement: "She really has a younger brother."
"It seems to be. She said so herself. She also interacted with her younger brother on Weibo. I don't know if it's true or not."
"I think it's fake. Is her younger brother so good? He writes rock and love songs at the same time. Someone on the Internet has already said that there can't be such a good person. It's rare among songwriters in the industry."
"Who knows, anyway, she will be next."
As a result, after ten minutes passed, Qin Baobao did not appear on stage.
Something seemed to happen backstage, and Yin Jia also left.
"What happened?"
"What's wrong? It hasn't started yet?"
"Recording the show, the situation is normal, just wait."
Many spectators stood up, looked left and right, and talked a lot.
About five minutes later, Yin Jia returned to the stage and said with a smile: "Audience, the pianist of our band accidentally got injured and has been sent to the hospital. A new pianist will fill his place soon, please stay safe. "
After the audience had an explanation, they immediately calmed down. But Qin Ze's heart skipped a beat, feeling like he was about to die.
He then left the seat in the name of going to the toilet and touched the backstage. The entrance was guarded by staff, and the audience was not allowed to enter.
"Non-staff are not allowed to enter." The staff guarding the entrance pointed to the warning sign and blocked Qin Ze's way.
The surrounding lighting engineers, cameramen, and other staff also looked over.
"Go back to the auditorium, you can't enter here." A middle-aged uncle with a work card waved his hand unhappily, signaling to drive people away.
"I'm a staff member of Xingyi Entertainment. If you need Qin Baobao, you can go and inform me. Or you can return the phone to me, and I will contact you myself." Qin Ze nonchalantly said without changing his face.
Star Arts Entertainment has two singers in the background. Apart from their managers, there must be other entourages. Qin Ze's words are highly credible.
The staff looked at him suspiciously, he was too young and unfamiliar.
Qin Ze pointed to the staff on the left, and said with a smile, "I'll stand with them, don't worry! By the way, my name is Qin Ze."
"Wait a minute." The staff and colleagues greeted each other, signaling them to keep an eye on Qin Ze, pushed open the door, and his figure disappeared into the long corridor.
At this point, the lounge.
The cameraman turned off the machine, which was an unexpected situation during the recording of the program and could not be filmed.
In the spacious and bright room, Li Yanhong communicated with the director, and a dispute arose.
"Why did the equipment hit the head when it was so good?" Li Yanhong said loudly: "No, the replacement pianist has never played the music score. What should I do if I make a mistake during the live performance? Will the audience still vote for the baby?"
The director said helplessly: "No one can do anything about it. The head was smashed and the person was sent to the hospital. Otherwise, let's remove the Guqin part."
Qin Baobao said anxiously: "That won't work, the guqin occupies a large proportion in the score. Without the accompaniment of the guqin, the musical effect will be greatly reduced."
When the pianist of the band was resting in the background, he was accidentally hit on the head by the stereo above his head, and he fell into a coma on the spot, bleeding all over the place, and was sent to the hospital. Pianist and guqin player at the same time.
The director immediately became impatient: "This doesn't work, that doesn't work either, why don't you find me a pianist?"
Li Yanhong criticized: "Shouldn't your program crew be on guard against such accidents? Why hasn't the replacement pianist ever played the score?"
The director rolled his eyes: "Don't tell me, I've been on the show for so many years, and I've never encountered such a situation. Besides, it's a new song for you. If you changed to another song, the replacement luthier will start immediately."
Qin Baobao bit his lip, his delicate and beautiful face was full of sadness.
There is a replacement luthier in the program group, but she sings new songs, and the tunes are also new. For other songs, professional band teachers have basically played them, so there is no need to practice. Now there are two solutions: First, the replacement luthier is hard.
This plan is very risky. No matter how good a luthier is, it is impossible to directly start a new song, and it is easy to make mistakes.
Second, directly remove Guqin from the accompaniment.
But in this way, the level of music will be poor, and the artistic conception will be insufficient.
On the big sofa, Xu Lu was leisurely drinking the advertiser's yogurt, with the corners of her mouth slightly raised. If there were not too many people, she might not be able to help but laugh out loud.
This is retribution.
It's up to you, Baby Qin.
Xu Lu has no reason to be unhappy, Qin Baobao is her opponent, no matter on stage or in private. She is very confident, but if Qin Baobao lacks a violinist, his singing will fail. She will be happier.
Several other singers stood by and couldn't intervene. There was nothing they could do about this kind of thing. Moreover, their songs are not new songs, and the pianists can be changed as soon as they are changed, so there is no pressure.
Li Yanhong sighed and looked at Qin Baobao, "Baby, why don't you get rid of Guqin."
With a sullen face, Qin Baobao said firmly, "No." Turning to look at the director, "Can you give the luthier more time to practice?"
The director directly refused: "The recording of the program stopped for 20 minutes, and the audience outside reacted a lot, and they got impatient early. Besides, playing it once or twice won't have much effect."
Qin Baobao insisted: "It doesn't have much effect, it's better than no effect."
Xu Lu said: "Baby Qin, the director said that the audience outside is very dissatisfied, and you can't waste everyone's time because you are alone. I have an announcement tonight, so we can't delay it."
Qin Baobao's eyes were sharp.
Xu Lu sneered: "You are a newcomer, and you don't understand many rules. You need to understand that it is always you who adapt to the rules, rather than the rules adapting to you. Newcomers, be humble, understand."
Everyone has a tacit understanding of watching the nose and nose, watching the heart with the nose. It is not convenient for them to intervene in the family affairs of Star Art Company, just watch the show.
Qin Baobao glanced over, no one spoke for her, no one supported her, not even willing to give her five or ten minutes.
She is alone.
She can't sing alone.
I felt wronged and sad.
At home, she is a little princess, loved by her parents, and has a younger brother who is laughing and playing, but actually dotes on her very much. In school, she is a man of the hour, and there are countless boys who fall under her pomegranate skirt. There are also many girlfriends.
In the workplace, there is a boss who loves her very much and takes care of her everywhere.
Life is smooth sailing.
You can enter the entertainment circle and enter a higher-level circle, where all kinds of conspiracies and intrigues come one after another.
Only then did she know how difficult it is for her to go higher and farther without a foundation.
Qin Baobao's mood at this time: the baby is wronged, the baby is bitter.
At this time, a staff member came in, looked left and right, and said, "Mr. Qin, there is someone outside the door who wants to see you, and he is said to be an employee of Xingyi."
Qin Baobao was stunned for a moment. She didn't remember that apart from the driver and Li Yanhong, there were other Star Art employees accompanying her.
With her current status, she is not yet qualified to be equipped with a bodyguard, nor does she have her own life assistant.
Xu Lu frowned and said, "Did you say something wrong, you are looking for me."
The staff member scratched his head, "That's right, I'm looking for Mr. Qin, isn't he an employee of Xingyi?"
It is also possible that she was tricked, but she is actually a fan of Qin Baobao.
"His name is Qin Ze." The staff member added.
"Ah!" Qin Baobao suddenly yelled, leaving behind his manager Li Yanhong, and ran out straight away with his high heels clattering.
Li Yanhong was taken aback, and followed out.
The others looked at each other in blank dismay.