On the stage, although Hua Xiang still looks like the braided and hip-hop style Hua Xiang, he seems to have really changed inside. When raising his legs, he moves the lotus steps lightly, when he blinks, he is cute and cute, and every frown and smile is full of girlish style.
As soon as he heard his arrangement, he paid a lot of money to make it. Obviously, the tune is still a familiar saliva song tune, but when it is paired with unique ethnic traditional instruments, the style is directly elevated to several levels.
Qiu Qiu hadn't heard opera before, so he couldn't tell if the singing was authentic or not, but he could tell that Hua Xiang's use of breath and tune changes were excellent.
The chief planner and director who stood in front didn't notice that there were other contestants sitting in the pitch-black auditorium, and began to discuss in a low voice.
"His arrangement is quite interesting this time, and it is estimated that he can get a good ranking in the national competition."
"This is Tong Zigong. Just because of this voice, it must be the first place in the competition area. The others are useless."
If other contestants heard this, they would probably be jealous of Hua Xiang. But Qiu Qiu only felt happy when he heard it. He was worried that Hua Xiang would be eliminated, but he didn't expect Hua Xiang to hide his secrets. How lucky he was to be able to move forward with his new friends and stand on a higher stage.
Hua Xiang sang the male role, and the female voice was extremely clear and melodious. On weekdays, his voice is not deep, with the vigor of a young man. In the second half of his song, female voices and male voices appear alternately, and the soundtrack also changes from popular to opera, which is very unique.
Qiu Qiu was fascinated unconsciously. Hua Xiang tried singing three times in a row, and he listened fascinatedly three times from the bottom, but at the last time, Hua Xiang's high note suddenly split. I don't know whether it was due to lack of breath or other reasons.
Hua Xiang's singing audition ended soon, and the spunky and playful Danjiao on the stage was short-lived, and in a blink of an eye, he turned back to that old man who is the biggest son.
He swayed the golden mike, ran up to Qiu Qiu with his hands behind his back, and asked him very draggingly: "Student, how is my singing?"
Qiu Qiu naturally boasted fiercely, so that Hua Xiang was so buoyant that he could take off on the spot.
Qiu Qiu: "But why didn't your high note go up the last time?"
Hua Xiang scratched his throat, and said carelessly: "My throat is uncomfortable, probably because I haven't slept well these days preparing for the college entrance examination."
Qiu Qiu is a worrying person, so he hurriedly told him to go back and drink plenty of water. The final is only ten days away, so don't let a minor illness turn into a serious illness.
Hua Xiang didn't seem to take it seriously at all, he raised his hand lazily: "I swear, I will protect my throat like a little penis, so don't worry!"
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Don't think about the final ten days later. For Qiu Qiu, the imminent exam week is more important.
The boys who experienced the dormitory fire incident a few weeks ago went crazy playing games in the hotel. How could they remember that they had to review? Almost every exam was crammed, and some even printed Qiu Qiu’s photo. Hang it on the door, and offer three sticks of incense a day, just to get a bit of the breath of a schoolmaster.
Because Qiu Qiu chose to take enough credits in advance, he had three courses to hand in papers this semester, and six courses to take exams, which put him under a lot of pressure compared to his classmates. But he is especially good at allocating time reasonably. Even if he stays at home every day, he reads books strictly according to the review plan he wrote, and even has energy to practice singing.
Fu Ruien was afraid of delaying Qiu Qiu's study, so he "deprived" Qiu Qiu of the right to do housework, and sent someone to cook three meals a day.
Qiu Qiu softly protested: "I'm not taking the college entrance examination, godfather, you don't have to be so nervous."
"If you take the college entrance examination, I don't even want the company, and I will review with you at home every day."
Qiu Qiu's protests have always been ineffective, so he can only be forced to accept his godfather's kindness.
However, Fu Ruien was afraid that he would be bored with his studies and become a fool, so he wanted him to raise something to adjust his mood, but he had to pick and choose what to raise, and he had to choose something that was easy to feed and would not waste time.
Qiu Qiu said: "Then let's raise stones. I raised them when I was a child. It's quite interesting."
Look at this silly son, how satisfied he is.
Finally, Fu Ruien asked the nanny to give out a pot of mung beans, covered them with a cloth, and placed them on the low table in the living room. When Qiu Qiu was tired from studying, he watered the mung beans and raised them for more than a week. By the time the last exam was over, the bean sprouts had eaten twice.
This is the first time Qiu Qiu has successfully raised plants since he was a child, and he is very happy. He wandered around Fu Ruien's house, thinking that the sunlight in front of the floor-to-ceiling windows in the living room was the best, and planned to place a row of garlic sprouts, leeks, and peppers along the corner of the glass curtain wall.
The auntie nanny was temporarily transferred to take care of him. She couldn't figure out his identity, so she kindly reminded him: "After all, this is Mr. Fu's house. I heard that it cost tens of millions to buy it. It's not good for growing vegetables. .Besides, those dishes are all very tasty, why don't you discuss it with Mr. Fu first?"
Huh? Does what you keep in your house have anything to do with house prices? Toon was still planted in the two courtyards of his family.
When Fu Ruien got off work in the evening, Qiu Qiu told Fu Ruien about his plan to raise vegetables in the living room.
"..." Fu Ruien glanced sideways at the elegant and simple living room, and after a long silence, he said, "You can raise as many as you want."
Qiu Qiu looked like a puppy with only meat and bones, happily circling around, shouting "Godfather is the best".
The precious son was sweet and soft, and Fu Ruien, a big sex, took him into his arms, put his chin on Qiu Qiu's shoulder, and wrapped him with his own body.
He said in a deep voice, "But you have to take care of the plants you raise, watering and weeding all by yourself, and you can't stop raising half of them just because you're afraid of trouble."
This request was reasonable, and Qiu Qiu agreed without thinking about it.
On the second day after the final exam, Qiu Qiu went to the market to buy several kinds of domestic vegetable seeds, as well as flower soil, fertilizer, and deep pots for growing vegetables. Because there were too many things, he even borrowed a small cart to transport them back to the market. Home. It took him a whole day to plant all the seeds. Although the flowerpot was pitch-black now, Qiu Qiu seemed to have seen the green seedlings emerging from the soil.
When Fu Ruien came home, he happened to see Qiu Qiu singing to a dozen flowerpots with a guitar in his arms.
Qiu Qiu said, this is called prenatal education.
Fu Ruien walked to the magnificent floor-to-ceiling windows, and pretended to admire the flower pot that was bald for a long time, which was the same as Qiu Qiu's head. He encouraged him a lot, and then asked, "When will these vegetables be grown?"
"It will take a month at the earliest."
Fu Ruien nodded in satisfaction, and gracefully showed his sharp claws: "Since they are all planted, don't worry about moving."
"..." It was only then that Qiu Qiu remembered that his father, who was on a business trip, would be returning home next week, and his final exams were over, so it stands to reason that he should move back to his home in a few days.
Only then did Qiu Qiu realize that he had been fooled, but the matter had come to this point, and he couldn't pull the seeds out of the soil.
The little doormat cried and said, "Godfather, you are setting me up!"
Fu Ruien agreed: "Since Qiuqiu asks, godfather promises not to use tricks on you in the future."