I was eliminated from the draft, and I became a superstar with a ballad

Chapter 102 Chapter 102
【102. A Song Conferring the Gods, a National Style Ceiling】

"It's so beautiful, so shocking!"

In the audience, chief director Feng Gangpao looked fascinated.

Although he had read the lyrics long ago, after hearing Su Qingyun's live performance, his scalp was still numb from the shock.

Divine Comedy!

Master Su is awesome!

Feng Gangpao was a little proud.

If these people know that this song "Blue and White Porcelain" was written by Su Qingyun on the way here!
It took just a few minutes before and after!

Don't let this group of people drop their jaws on the spot! ! !
At the same time, Wang Fanjing's face was very ugly.

Just like a big girl who has been wronged, she looked at Su Qingyun who was swaying freely on the stage with a depressed face.

The baby is suffering, the baby can't tell the pain!
Is this still a human being? This is simply a monster!

They are all human beings, with one nose and two eyes, how did their brains grow?
His song was created with a lot of money by the company!
The song that I specially invited Master Lin Xi and Master Huang Zhan to polish for several months can be called a perfect work!

Originally, this song was not prepared for the Spring Festival Gala.

But for his new album!
However, I suddenly received an invitation to the Spring Festival Gala!
He was going to take this song and knock on the door of the Spring Festival Gala.

Who ever thought that Su Qingyun was also an ancient song.

As soon as this "Blue and White Porcelain" came out, all other ancient songs paled in comparison.

The audience's eyes are sharp, so they don't care about Wang Fanjing's face that has turned into a maroon.

There was thunderous applause, screams, and cheers, one after another.

Su Qingyun's elegant and frosty voice has completely conquered everyone.

front row.

Grandpa Qian Muwen stood up excitedly and applauded violently.

"Okay, great."

"This is by far the best national style song I've ever heard!"

"When I hear this song, I feel like I am in a small town in the south of the Yangtze River with fireworks in March, peach blossoms, willows and greenery, and white walls and black tiles."

"When I close my eyes, I seem to see a smiling woman on the wet bluestone water bank. The most beautiful is not the appearance, but the mood. It is bright and clear, like a clear pool around her, a pool of wrinkled spring water ah!"

"This song, in terms of artistic conception, is like a misty and hazy Jiangnan ink landscape, with Yi Ren's white clothes and skirts flying among the sprouting water and clouds."

"On the words and sentences, it is a piece of plain heart paper written by the window with a beautiful pen. The twists and turns of the pen are just because the heart is like a double silk screen, with thousands of knots in it."

"On the melody, it is like a mountain spring stream quietly flowing on a rock in the breeze, clear and bright, and winding back and forth, which has endless meanings."

"This never-fading blue-and-white porcelain song is the best of the national style music, a song that enshrines the gods, and has become a monument in the Chinese music scene!"

The old man is worthy of being a cultural person. This comment, written like a poem, speaks out everyone's aspirations.

"Su Xiaoyou, I'm curious, what made you create such a divine comedy?"

Su Qingyun thought for a while, then said slowly:

"Because the blood of Chinese culture flows in my bones."

Qian Muwen was slightly taken aback, then smiled relieved:
"When Su Xiaoyou's song is released, more people will feel the beauty of the national style and let more people fall in love with traditional culture. It can be said to be a great merit."

After Qian Muwen finished commenting, the next thirty professional judges couldn't help it anymore.

One of the judges stood up and spoke generously:
"Purely based on the beauty of the lyrics, this song should be number one in the Chinese music scene! In 30 years, no one can surpass it!"

Another middle-aged judge also said:
"I agree. In my humble opinion, the beauty of Su Qingyun's writing in Chinese is not inferior to that of Li Shangyin and Li Yu. It is extremely beautiful."

And at this time, Zhang Weijun, who had been silent all this time, finally couldn't bear it anymore.

He admitted that this song "Blue and White Porcelain" was written so amazingly!

However, he has a prejudice against Su Qingyun, which makes him embarrassed to praise Su Qingyun.

He wanted to nitpick, and finally let him find a small problem.

"Ahem, ahem... This song is indeed beautifully written, but I want to point out a problem."

"Azure is waiting for Misty Rain, and I'm waiting for you. What does this sentence mean? It's inexplicable, rhyming for rhyme's sake, destroying the beauty of this song."

However, Su Qingyun sneered, glanced at Zhang Weijun lightly, and said:
"This sentence is particular, I didn't just write it casually! If you read enough books, you won't ask such ignorant questions."

"If you don't believe me, go ask Mr. Qian Muwen."

Hearing this, Zhang Weijun looked at Qian Muwen with a dark face, and said:

"Old Qian, did I say something wrong?"

Qian Muwen explained:

"Azure is waiting for Misty Rain, and I'm waiting for you! This sentence can be said in seconds!"

"In ancient times, it was very difficult to burn glaze with azure color. It must wait until it rains and the temperature and humidity are just right, so that the most beautiful azure color can come out."

"That's why it's called Sky Blue Waiting for Misty Rain, but you don't know when it will rain, so you have to wait!"

"Similarly, you don't know when your significant other will show up, you can only wait with your life."

"But there must be a moment when you just happened to be here and she just happened to come. So your most beautiful azure color appeared!"

After hearing Qian Muwen's words, Zhang Weijun's old face was ashamed. As for the others, they were all fascinated by the cultural background behind it.

"Wow, I didn't expect such a broad and profound culture to be contained in this lyrics!"

"Su Qingyun is really talented and culturally rich!"

They all looked at Su Qingyun with admiring eyes, especially those young ladies, each of them secretly expressed their admiration.

In the back row, a beautiful judge stood up and confessed to Su Qingyun:

"White tea Qinghuan is nothing else, I'm waiting for the wind and waiting for you."

"Su Qingyun, I am willing to wait for you, do you like me?"

A song sang until the beautiful judges confessed their love on the spot!

I'm afraid I can't stop it with full marks!
And the beautiful judge's words also made the audience start booing!
Thunderous applause!

Shocking screams!
Boiling shouts!
"together together together!"

"Hahahaha, Su Qingyun has been confessed, one kiss, one kiss."

After four or five minutes, the happy atmosphere at the scene slowly subsided.

Feng Gangpao hurried onto the stage, took the microphone and shouted at the audience:
"Everyone said, is this "Blue and White Porcelain" good to hear?"

Hearing this, everyone at the scene roared in unison: "It sounds good."

After hearing the audience's answers, Feng Gangpao also started blowing rainbow farts:
"Su Qingyun's "Blue and White Porcelain" was written in front of me."

"The first time I saw the lyrics, I knew this song was going to be a hit!"

"It's so beautiful, it's really so beautiful!"

"Let us once again thank Su Qingyun with warm applause."

Whoa whoa whoa!
There was another burst of explosive applause, which lasted for a full minute before the atmosphere at the scene slowly subsided.

"Okay, now it's time for the most important part. Thirty professional musicians are invited to score this piece of blue and white porcelain."

"Let us wait and see how many points this blue and white porcelain can get!"

(End of this chapter)