Entertainment: Starting from the talk show contest

Chapter 41 On-site creation, just pick up the pen!
Jiang Qin's reaction exceeded everyone's expectations. Everyone looked at me and you in surprise, with confusion in their eyes.Everyone seems to be saying: Could it be that writing lyrics and music is not as difficult as imagined?

Peng Qianzhi, who was waiting for Jiang Qin to evade his begging for mercy, was also a little dumbfounded. He didn't expect this girl to dare to agree to create on the spot.

Originally, in his idea, it was absolutely impossible for Jiang Qin to agree in front of so many people, which meant that he needed to accept everyone's on-site supervision and appreciation.After all, how could this kind of embroidered pillow, which has always relied on human design and empty appearance, be really written?
If he obediently admits his mistake and asks for forgiveness, he may still consider not to care about it.But this girl is obviously a tough one, her mouth is so hard, she won't admit her mistakes at all.

Seeing that everyone gathered to watch, Peng Qianzhi also took two steps forward, squeezed into the crowd, and poked his head to look at the paper.He wanted to see what kind of medicine Jiang Qin was selling in this gourd.

The signature pen moved quickly on the blank rice paper, with a rustling sound overflowing from the tip of the pen.

I finished writing a line of lyrics in an instant, and the handwriting seems to be very neat.

A line of lyrics and a line of score appear alternately.

Everyone held their breath and concentrated, as if they were afraid of disturbing Jiang Qin's creation.

Peng Qianzhi still had a cold face, what kind of good song could he write temporarily?There are a few musicians in today's music scene who get inspiration as soon as they can pick up a pen.

It is estimated that they are a group of literati who do not understand the rhythm and music score, even if they scribble it, it is enough to bluff people.

Hehe, it's not that easy to fool me, Peng Qianzhi. He sneered in his heart, and he had already figured out how to expose Jiang Qin's little trick, so that she could not get off the stage, and remember the lesson of this time, and never again Don't dare to cheat.

Jiang Qin devoted all his attention to the tip of the pen, writing the lyrics and music intently, word by word, note by note.

The literary coordinator headed by Mr. Xu stared at the lyrics she had written, and nodded in approval.

Although they don't know the score, but how good the lyrics are, with their cultural background, they can still tell their creative skills at a glance.

With the effort of a cup of tea, Jiang Qin completed the whole lyrics and music in one go.

Before the other writers could say any words of praise, Peng Qianzhi took the first step to take out the paper full of lyrics and music, and said in a serious way: "Good lyrics! It seems that there seems to be some unknown story hidden behind the lyrics. It's a pity that we all Those who dance and write all day long, I am afraid that no one will be able to understand the score, and will not be able to appreciate it."

"Since Ms. Jiang has created all the lyrics and music, why don't we sing a cappella on the spot, and we laymen can enjoy it together. As the saying goes, you have to take it out for a walk to know whether it is a mule or a horse. Everyone said this Lier?"

With a half-smile, he glanced around everyone with questioning eyes.

Seeing his eyes, another middle-aged man immediately understood, and followed suit: "That's right! I'm also curious about how high the song written on the spot can reach. Don't be humble, Miss Jiang. Give us a chance to feast our ears!"

This person, like Peng Qianzhi, was a member of the local Writers' Association, and there was a sense of yin and yang in his words, and he was in the same vein as Peng Qianzhi.

Old Xu's wise eyes had seen through everything, but he didn't make any movement, and he didn't take the initiative to stand up to rescue Jiang Qin, but just watched quietly.

At this time, Sheng Ping, who was busy preparing for the event outside, came in. Seeing that everyone surrounded Jiang Qin, he couldn't help but feel a little weird.

The opening ceremony is less than 10 minutes away, and he came here specially to remind everyone.

"What are you guys talking about? It's almost time, it's time to attend the opening ceremony."

After speaking, he looked at Jiang Qin who was standing in the middle with puzzled eyes.

The latter smiled slightly, and explained: "What a coincidence, Mr. Peng said he didn't know how to read music, and wanted me to sing the song I just created."

Peng Qianzhi glanced at Sheng Ping with some complaints, thinking that this young man really has no eyesight.If the game that was just set up is disturbed by him like this, he will never be reconciled.

So he continued to say to Jiang Qin without giving up: "Miss Jiang, it doesn't take too much time to sing a part. We have time, no matter how bad it is. After the opening ceremony, we will all come back here and listen to you sing once."

Jiang Qin was already a little funny.As long as he wasn't stupid, it shouldn't be hard to see that Peng Qianzhi wanted to embarrass her.But she didn't intend to shirk the singing at first, and said that it happened to be just to tease the other party, but she became anxious, as if she, a fish biting the bait, would run away.

"Don't worry, Mr. Peng. Since you want to hear this song so much, I'll sing it at the opening ceremony and let all the audience appreciate it together. Are you satisfied?"

Jiang Qinyan smiled at Yanyan, not only did he not show any panic, but he even had a certainty and confidence that he was sure of winning.

Another completely unexpected reaction made Peng Qian speechless for a moment.After a pause, a few words escaped from his throat, "All right!"

"Okay, see you on stage later."

At the end, he thought of something again, and asked Jiang Qin: "Wait, this is the Han Culture Festival. Not all songs are suitable for singing on this stage. Does your song fit the tone of the Han Culture Festival?"

"Don't worry, I guarantee it will be true. If you don't believe me, I will tell you the story of this song before I sing it, and you can judge for yourself."

Hearing what Jiang Qin said, Peng Qianzhi dispelled his doubts.After the agreement was made, everyone was busy preparing to go out.

When I came to the opening ceremony, I looked around and saw the audience who came to participate in the event. There was a lot of people and it was very lively.

Many young men and women are wearing Hanfu, with exquisite accessories and makeup, and even their behavior is very ancient.

The scene is open, and there is a seating area under the stage, which is full of people.There is a walking area around the stage and seating area, which is also full of tourists and surrounding people at this time.

As one of the judges of this year's Han Culture Festival, Peng Qianzhi sat in the first row under the stage.

Behind him is a guest area, where the writers of the Cultural Association and the guests invited to the opening ceremony are all sitting in this area.Jiang Qin was also sitting among them.

Two hosts, a man and a woman, walked onto the stage with microphones in hand. After a brief self-introduction, they announced the official start of the opening ceremony.

Everything is going on as normal, and the organizers have prepared a lot of programs. One after another, individuals or teams will perform on stage. Various programs that can represent traditional Han culture will be staged in turn, including calligraphy, poetry recitation, ancient dance, men's sword dance, etc. Wait, it's dizzying.

The audience's reaction was also the same as usual, neither particularly enthusiastic nor indifferent. At the end of each program, there would be a lot of applause.

About an hour later, the opening ceremony gradually came to an end, and the crowd of onlookers also decreased by half. Most of them were attracted by the surrounding scenery to take pictures, or they were fascinated by the antique small objects on the stalls, and went to pick out beautiful things. .

Jiang Qin seized the time to go to the backstage to change into the clothes he was going to wear, and was ready to sing on stage.

After a while, the host's loud voice reached my ears.

"Before our opening ceremony ends, there is another big surprise for everyone!"

"Yes, we have invited Jiang Qin, a well-known female artist, who is also the publicity ambassador of our Huaxia Women's Association. I believe everyone is looking forward to her performance."

"Let us, with the warmest applause, invite Ms. Jiang Qin to come on stage and bring us an original song—"Red Ling"!"

(End of this chapter)