My imagination has come true

A large-scale song and dance performance, "Qin Wang Breaking the Array", followed by the lingering guqin, large chime bells and other musical instruments.

After each show was performed, the guests present couldn't help being amazed and amazed.

Such a scene, I am afraid that the annual New Year's Gala will be slightly inferior.

Let’s just say that there are a total of 66 actors in "Qin Wang Breaking the Array", each of whom is a dancer who can be named well.

The backstage side is closer to the stage.

Yang Lanlan held the lyrics of the sheet music that she had memorized fluently in her hands, and her palms were sweating from nervousness.

"Empress Wang Ge is also there. That person seems to be Master Shi Nan. She hasn't sung on stage in seven or eight years. She is also here."

She didn't dare to raise her voice. The people waiting at the backstage were all well-known and well-known entertainers. If she behaved too erratically, she might be ridiculed.

As soon as Yang Lanlan turned her head, she saw her cousin walking slowly in this direction. She was wearing a bright red cloak, the color was indescribably bright, and it was very different from ordinary costumes at first glance.

And the crown on her head is really shiny and eye-catching.

"It's called the Seven Star Phoenix Crown. Judging from the craftsmanship, it should be an old object. Most of the phoenix crowns made today are extremely rigid and the same. The old craftsmen really put their heart into it."

Yang Lanlan's manager, Mr. Huang, is a fan of Peking opera, so he knows about these things.

"Ah Qing, if I can't sing well in a while... Oh!"

Mu Qingyun chuckled, not comforting her little cousin.

"It's time to play."

Yang Lanlan: "Oh!"

Although the audience was chattering, but once on stage, although Yang Lanlan was so nervous that her heart trembled, she adjusted her state in an instant, completely forgetting herself, leaving only the melody echoing in her heart.

All the guests under the stage obviously didn't know Yang Lanlan.

In a house full of celebrities, a stranger like her stands out.

Yang Lanlan's cheeks were slightly hot from the countless probing, curious, and inexplicable eyes. She took a deep breath, and with the extremely gentle sound of the pipa, she uttered the first line of lyrics, and her heart suddenly fell silent.

The guests present also unconsciously put down their wine glasses and stopped talking.

Mr. Mu raised his head, looked at the girl singing in front of him, and couldn't help showing a smile on his face.

He is not young anymore.

When he was young, he was actually not so easily moved by these gentle things.

At that time, all he thought about were the tasks assigned by the previous generation.

For example, to investigate the cause and effect of the catastrophe, is the long disaster God’s will?

In other words, it was exactly as the ancestors of the Mu family had guessed.

This disaster is a game of what we humans call gods.

Watching human beings struggling in disasters, gods find it interesting?

He was always full of anger back then, and endless worry later.

Now the catastrophe is over, but if the root cause cannot be found and the root cause cannot be completely resolved, will the catastrophe still come one day sooner or later?
As he got older and experienced countless times of helplessness, he reconciled with himself.

His task has been completed, the fifteen things that his master left him, and he must do in his life, he has completed one by one.

The rest is for the younger generations.

He felt that the real head of the Mu family should be elected this time, and perhaps the complete end of the catastrophe planned by the Mu family in the past would be truly achieved under the leadership of the young head.

He hopes to live a little longer to see the end result.

Yang Lanlan's singing is not perfect, her voice is slightly hoarse, but it is this little bit of hoarseness that makes the whole song more gentle and affectionate.

It also makes this story come alive.

The singing ended slowly at the end of the pipa, but the guests couldn't get back to their senses for a while. After a long time, Mr. Mu applauded lightly, and everyone suddenly came back to their senses.

For a while, even the applause was scattered.

Yang Lanlan's heart was still thumping wildly until she returned to the backstage, and she was very nervous.

Does she sing well?
It would be a pity if she didn't sing such a good song well.

Although it was only sung on private occasions, but there are so many seniors in the music industry, if everyone thinks of this song "73 Letters", they will say with special regret that the song is a good song, but the singer's singing is really not very good.

Then she must vomit to death!

Manager Lao Huang was so excited that his face was full of tears. He grabbed Yang Lanlan's shoulder and shook it vigorously: "Ahhh, why are you so powerful, how can you be so powerful!"

At this time, the guests came back to their senses and started to discuss enthusiastically.

Only now did Yang Lanlan feel that she was singing pretty well.

Mu Qingyun slightly raised his eyebrows and smiled unconsciously.

She thought it would be appropriate for her cousin to sing this song.

This song was written after she worked for more than three months and revised it eleven times, and asked her senior brothers and sisters to find faults countless times.

After I wrote it, I didn’t have time to find someone to sing it seriously, just one thing after another, and finally there was no chance.

When she got home, she thought, since what is going to happen next is a very exciting story in the entertainment industry, it would be a pity to invite someone to sing and listen to the song she wrote.

At this time, the hustle and bustle did not stop, and Mu Qingyun was dressed neatly. He clasped his hands to the three accompaniment masters, and appeared on the stage.

Yang Lanlan snapped back to her senses, and then she began to worry. Now that the guests are all focused on the last song, isn't it affecting her cousin?
In fact, this is indeed the case. Most of the guests who are spectators are still a little absent-minded. They just politely don't whisper to each other, but their minds are obviously not in place.

Mu Qingyun didn't care, everyone liked her cousin's singing, she would only be happier.

Smiling, the long stick leisurely shook out a flower. With this appearance, the guests in the audience were still a little slow. Master Jinghu was shocked, straightened his back immediately, and became serious.

This Beijing opera is nothing else, whether you are a connoisseur or not, as soon as you go on stage or make an appearance, all connoisseurs and fanciers can see and hear it. This fools the layman, but not them.

They usually play accompaniment for some fanciers who like to have a bright voice. These masters just know how to support them, and they don't pay that much attention.

Anyway, with their abilities, they can't go wrong if they only listen with one ear.

But it’s not okay to meet an expert. If you don’t pay attention to something and don’t support it, let someone smile and tell you that you are tired, master, ouch, it’s a shame to throw it at grandma’s house.

Mr. Mu was slightly stunned, with a bit of surprise on his face and a hint of a smile, and unconsciously said to the old housekeeper beside him: "Old Chen and the others, this time it can be regarded as selling a lot of strength to us Ah Qing, it is not easy .”

"Miss Ah Qing's kung fu is so good, how dare they be perfunctory?"