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Chapter 90 Blue and White Porcelain. (seeking subscription)
"What are you doing?"

After we agreed to go to the company together tomorrow morning, Jiang Qianru over there sang a song, glanced back at the two people who were looking at their phones, pressed a pause, and said angrily, "Qin Yiren, Fang Yun , you two are very disrespectful to me!"

"Is it because I can't sing well? Do you know how much it costs me to sing a song outside now, and you two don't want to listen to it, playing with your mobile phone?"

"Also, how can I sing alone? I'm tired. Fang Yun, please sing a song. I've heard Yiren sing, but I haven't heard yours yet."

Fang Yun rolled his eyes and held back a bit, "I don't sing very well."

"What are you afraid of? It's just the three of us. Hurry up." After drinking, Jiang Qianru acted vigorously.

"Then I sang it?" Fang Yun didn't hold back anymore, and ordered a song he was good at, and started to sing.

The song will be sung soon.

"Yes." Jiang Qianru nodded, "I have a good voice."

Fang Yun can still sing, although it is definitely not as good as a professional, but the level of ktv Maiba is still there. After opening his voice, Fang Yun moved his mind. He looked, and the room here can bring its own accompaniment.

"Then what, I still have a song that I want to sing, can I?"

Just as Jiang Qianru was about to pass the microphone to Qin Yiren and ask her to sing a song too, when she heard Fang Yun's words, she plugged the microphone in again and said carelessly, "Sing, why are you so polite."

Fang Yun glanced at Jiang Qianru, then went to the front, fiddled with the USB flash drive he brought, and copied the accompaniment to it.

Jiang Qianru looked a little puzzled, did Fang Yun not find the song for so long?Stupid, thinking, she just wanted to help.

Through the expensive audio equipment in the room, a prelude that Jiang Qianru was not familiar with at all sounded,

"Da~" the crisp teeth rattle, the guzheng plucks, and the pipa murmurs
"Ok?"

Jiang Qianru froze for a moment.

This kind of melody style seems to have never been seen before, but it is somewhat moving.

Qin Yiren also squinted his eyes and stared at the screen.

Immediately afterwards, the sound surrounding the entire room began to vibrate briefly, and the sound of "da da" sounded again, and Fang Yun's voice blended into the accompaniment just right:

"Plain embryo outlines blue and white, and the brush stroke becomes lighter"

"The peony depicted on the bottle is just like your first makeup"

"Ran Ran sandalwood through the window, I know what's on my mind"

"The pen on the rice paper is halfway here"

"The charm of the glazed rendering of the lady's picture is hidden"

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"Plain Embryo" and "Lady",
While coloring the plain embryo, I miss the Jiangnan woman who was as beautiful as blue and white porcelain.
This is a sense of picture, which is slowly sketched in Jiang Qianru's mind. In that picture, the feeling of alcoholism seems to be gradually calming down.

Even if the master of Danqing, the peony on the bottle is not as good as Yi Ren's budding smile. I don't know where Yu is born, and I can't help but feel sad.
Although these words are not gorgeous, they are tactful and delicate enough to add a bit of elegance.
From writing blue and white porcelain to hazy Jiangnan beauties
Qin Yiren writes poems and lyrics, she can understand clearly, she has a sense of pictures, listening to it, she suddenly became a little crazy,
nice.

Beautiful, picturesque scenery unfolds with the singing.

This adverb matches the melody.
An inexplicable charm rippling in the room through the sound, this is a kind of artistic conception, which has never been seen in the Chinese music scene.

indescribable
Especially Jiang Qianru.

She is in the industry. She has studied lyrics for many years. She has written too many lyrics and music, and she has heard too many demos of lyrics written by others.
But even so, she seems to have never encountered a song like this.

This style, this charm. There is a very peculiar style.

But the song is not over yet.

After a simple pause, which seemed to give enough people to respond, the more exciting part came progressively,

"Azure is waiting for Misty Rain, and I'm waiting for you."

"Cooking smoke curls up, thousands of miles across the river."

"Han Li on the bottom of the bottle imitates the elegance of the previous dynasty."

"Just when I foreshadowed to meet you"

Jiang Qianru suddenly turned around in a daze, and looked at Qin Yiren, who also looked at her. The two women looked at each other with wide eyes,
Especially Qin Yiren, she knew that Fang Yun was learning to write songs, she told him not to work too hard last time,

Is this what he learned?
Qin Yiren couldn't be silent anymore, the shock in his heart was touched, looking at Fang Yun who was exuding damn talent there, he couldn't help but say something from the bottom of his heart,
"Does she seem to have never fully understood Fang Yun?"

"Hiss." Jiang Qianru couldn't help but turn her small mouth into an O shape, and took a deep breath.

this style?

The ears are struck by lightning,
And soon, the singing came again, her pupils shrank suddenly, and she almost lost her footing again, and fell down again because of Fang Yun.
"The sky is waiting for the rain, and I am waiting for you"

"The moonlight was salvaged, and the ending fainted"

"Like the blue and white porcelain handed down from generation to generation, you are beautiful by yourself, and you have a smile in your eyes."

Ignoring the reactions of the two, the same melody was chanted again.

A "halo" is wonderful, slowly spreading is a halo, with a strong sense of dynamics,

The so-called good sentences are born naturally, and you can get them by chance.

In this hazy moonlight, is the ending really revealed?

Did the longing Yi Ren see it?

The answer is hidden in the melody and music,

Here we go again, Fang Yunhe,
Smart, too smart, this method.

However, there is still no time for people to react,
Then the music starts again
"The koi carp with white and blue color leaps from the bottom of the bowl."

"I was thinking of you when I copied Song style and signed the signature."

"The secret you have hidden in the kiln for thousands of years."

"Extremely delicate like an embroidery needle falling to the ground."

Jiang Qianru got goosebumps all over her body in an instant, her eyes widened, she had seen too many songs that she wanted her to sing, and she had seen the top of the industry,

But even so, she was not unexpectedly frightened!

Comparing the person in the painting to the sweetheart, Yiren seems to be a flower-appreciating lady who has been fired with enthusiasm and has remained intact for thousands of years. The preciousness and purity of the beloved are imprinted on eternity.

This kind of writing power is too frightening!

However, the next sentence, "The plantain outside the curtain caused the shower, the door knocker caused the patina, and the small town in the south of the Yangtze River I passed by caused you."

"Wow—" Jiang Qianru almost couldn't hold back, and almost burst out in a mouthful of fluent Chinese essence.

At this time, she was already gently holding her hair with both hands, and her scalp was completely numb.
Three "provoke"?
Too cruel!

"Plantains", "Door Knockers",
The original passive image became alive, and the whole picture came alive!
Outside the plantain curtain, the rain is rushing, but the blue and white porcelain looks old.
Jiang Qianru is now looking at Qin Yiren, staring into Yiren's eyes, and her eyes seem to ask again,
"Who wrote this song? Why has no one sung it before? Can you contact the author?"

For a moment, countless shocks and doubts came to her heart, and the song slowly came to an end, "The blue sky is waiting for the misty rain, and I am waiting for you, the moonlight was picked up, and the ending fainted, like the blue and white porcelain handed down from generation to generation. You are beautiful, you have a smile in your eyes."

Finally, the song is over.

Silence, long silence in the room,

The 4 minutes just now are 4 minutes long, 4 minutes of horror.
Ancient Fu, ancient culture, ancient melody, new singing, new arrangement, new concept.
Three old and three new, this is a new version of Chinese pop music that has never been seen before
(End of this chapter)