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Chapter 102 Climbing to the Extreme Realm!Blue and white porcelain! 14
Jinghai Olympic Sports Center.

The VIP area in front of the auditorium.

"Lao Wang, Lao Li! Are you ready?"

"Listen, just wait for that kid to start singing."

"Competing with our music critics, right? This time, I don't have any good juice for him."

"That's okay, we'll start writing music reviews as soon as he starts singing, and let him know who is the genius in the music world!"

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At the moment when Mei Feng took the stage,

Several music critics, who were specially invited by the behind-the-scenes capital to enter the stage today and prepared a generous car fee, all geared up, spread their laptops on their laps, and prepared to criticize Mei Feng from the beginning to the end of this song.

However, in the next second, when Mei Feng spit out the first paragraph of "Blue and White Porcelain" with the clear and winding accompaniment like a mountain spring on a stone, the hands of the music critics on the keyboard suddenly froze, hanging in mid-air abruptly.

The whole person was struck by lightning, and his mind was in chaos, as if he suddenly didn't know what he was doing and what he was going to do.

correct!

We're here to find fault!

but this song
The few music critics sitting in the VIP area of ​​the auditorium seemed to have dry throats, gulped a few mouthfuls of saliva one after another, and suddenly turned their heads to each other to look at each other.

No one's hands fell on the keyboard.

The surrounding atmosphere seemed to freeze for a moment,
The previous pride and ambition disappeared all of a sudden.

A few lines of lyrics.

Just the first sentence, "The blue and white strokes of the blue and white strokes turn from thick to light with plain embryos" makes people feel astonished at the opening, as if seeing a landscape of splashed ink gradually smudged in the brush strokes that change from thick to light like dragons and snakes.

This artistic conception is absolutely perfect!
call-!
Among the several music critics, the one called Mr. Ma, who was the first one, shook his hands and subconsciously put his hand into his pocket to touch the cigarette. He immediately realized that this is a non-smoking place and put it back. He could only take a deep breath to stabilize his aura, and tried to force a smile on his face.

"Listen again, don't worry. Listen again."

This is like saying to other colleagues around you,
It's like talking to myself again.

And precisely at this moment,
On the stage, Mei Feng stood under the lights.

There are no backing dancers or dazzling lights, only one person and one microphone, and the melody is like a gurgling mountain spring. The second verse of the main song flows out slowly and naturally.

"The charm of the glaze-colored rendering of the lady's picture is hidden

And your sweet smile is budding
A ray of beauty drifts away

go where I can't go"

Residence for faculty and staff of Jinghai University of the Arts.

Zhan Yurong, the dean of the Conservatory of Music, was sitting in front of the TV, listening to the song sung by the young man on the TV stage. It happened that the fruit plates on the tea table at home were blue and white porcelain plates, and his face could not help showing a bit of leisure.

Amidst the beautiful music, he seems to have traveled back to the Tang and Song Dynasties, reminiscing about the thousand-year-old charm of blue and white porcelain, and gradually a misty and misty Jiangnan ink landscape appeared in front of his eyes. Among the sprouting water and clouds, he could still vaguely see the picture of Yiren in white clothes and skirts.

"Good words and good music!"

Zhan Yurong tapped his knees rhythmically with his fingers, and nodded frequently, feeling more and more satisfied with his original insight into people.

If Mei Feng's original song "Red Dust Inn" just made the new national style song take shape and opened its door, then "Lanting Preface" is the inheritance and extension of this new national style song, and this song "Blue and White Porcelain" has brought it to the extreme!
Innovative talents in this music field
It must be him!
Almost at the same time, in the same community.

The last time there was a debate with Mei Feng on the Internet, Qu Jincai, who was finally forced to delete his Weibo under the pressure of the dean and the school, has been very aggrieved these days. He feels oppressed, just like the protagonist in a movie who has justice in his heart but is forced to bow his head. Recently, he has been feeling depressed all day long.

Well, even though he took the money.

But being oppressed is also a fact.

On New Year's Eve tonight, except for his son Qu Chuan, who is busy with movie promotion, Qu Jincai's family is all together.

The two granddaughters in the family are clamoring to watch TV, saying that tonight is the finals of the Voice of Creation, and they want to listen to Mei Feng sing.

Qu Jincai's face darkened immediately, he turned off the TV, and scolded, "What kind of good songs can such a singer with no depth and connotation write besides kitsch? Why don't you memorize a few more ancient poems when you have that time."

After speaking, he turned his back and went back to the room, but after sitting for a long time, Qu Jincai heard the beautiful and elegant music and singing in the living room.

After walking out out of curiosity, he secretly stuck to the corner of the wall and froze in place as he listened.

After washing the dishes, my wife saw Qu Jincai standing in the corner and eavesdropping, and couldn't help but said angrily, "Don't be so grown-up and stand in the way. If you want to listen, go to the sofa and accompany Nan Nan and the others. It's nothing to be pestered."

Qu Jincai blushed immediately when he heard it, with blue veins bursting out on his forehead, he raised his head and said stubbornly, "What do you want to hear? What's so good about a song written by a kitsch singer who doesn't know the heights of the heavens and the earth, I"

His next sentence did not continue.

Because on the stage, Mei Feng's melodious singing voice slowly drifted out with the melody that rose suddenly at the end of the verse part.

"The blue sky waits for misty rain,
and i'm waiting for you

Smoke rises from the kitchen,

Thousands of miles across the river”

A few lines of lyrics,

There is no pile of rhetoric,
The whole word is full of realms!
The words of Song Huizong suddenly appeared in Qu Jincai's mind.

After the rain, the sky and the blue clouds are broken, how will this color be done?
"Tianqing Guoyu" is the top grade of blue and white porcelain. This kind of glaze color can only be fired in misty and rainy days. It is also the most beautiful color, and it is very rare in the world. It can be said that it is a small probability event.

Such allusions hidden in the lyrics are undoubtedly a metaphor for people, using the contingency and instantaneity of "the sky is clear and the rain" is used to compare the hazy, changeable, light, and ethereal love in modern society.

At this moment, Qu Jincai, who was dazed in front of the TV, thoroughly felt the aesthetic implication of embedding the elegance of classical Chinese in the flow of modern Chinese, with a unique style.

No wonder some people on the Internet call it "poetry with rhyming feet without makeup".

He once felt that this comment was exaggerated.

Until I heard this blue and white porcelain.

Words contain poetry!

It is simply an unprecedented way of filling in words.

Is this the new national style of Meifeng?

The next second, Qu Jincai, who came back to his senses, secretly scolded himself for not being firm in his stance, but at the same time felt inexplicably grateful.

Why are you happy?

You know, he was actually among the group of music critics invited by those behind-the-scenes capitals to the New Year's Eve finals of "The Voice of Creation" today, but Qu Jincai was pressured to delete Weibo two days ago, and voluntarily withdrew from the online debate.

However, at this moment,
In his mind, however, he could imagine that Ma Baojiang and others sat in the VIP auditorium and heard the song with their mouths wide open, their eyes widened, and the expressions on their faces that couldn't grasp the point.

No way to write!

There is no way to be black at all!

A dead Taoist friend is not a poor Taoist.

If Qu Jincai was persuaded today, then he would be the one who would be ashamed at the scene at the moment. He has already been ashamed once, and he doesn't want to score twice
But then again
such lyrics
How on earth did he write it?

Can't figure it out!
I really can't figure it out!
(End of this chapter)