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Chapter 32 We have a traitor! (Seek to follow up)

Backstage waiting room.

Ji Chao was stunned!
His eyes were staring straight at Mei Feng in the pen-hold shot of the stage, his brows were slightly frowned, and there was an expression on his face that he couldn't grasp the essentials.

As one of the few musicians in China who has explored the creation of national style songs,

Ji Chao could clearly feel that,
The lyrics of Mei Feng's "Red Dust Inn" are not as gorgeous and quotable as other national style songs, and there is almost no need to verify the source.

As it happens, Mei Feng's songs are like meticulous paintings, with three or two strokes outlining a world of grievances and grievances.

Especially when hearing the phrase "Sudden rain falls, fate strikes", it seems that there is some kind of magical power lingering in Ji Chao's ears!

It made him startled all of a sudden!
Just say the word "knock".

The first thing Ji Chao thought of was "clock".

Ring the bell.

It's a cycle,
repeat,

And the established action.

Just like the fate of people in the rivers and lakes.

just this one word,

It makes people feel a sense of fate that cannot be shaken off.

The scariest thing was that when Ji Chao's mind quickly came to mind the classics and fu that he had studied hard, and he wanted to replace them with other words.

In addition to the word "knock",

No other verb has this effect.

For a time,

A paleness appeared on Ji Chao's face!
For many years, he has been trying to combine classical and pop music, and has blazed a path of his own national style. Now, the confidence that he is proud of has been easily deconstructed by people in a gesture of ingenuity and inefficiency.

that feeling
It's like seeing the cold goddess who I just held hands with after licking for many years. In front of others, she knows how to split a horse and get on a horse by clapping her hands.

But this is a coincidence,

An antelope horn-like songwriting technique!

Could it be that this is the "Hand of God" that I have been looking for?

Ji Chao was frightened by his absurd idea!
Do not!
This is impossible!
on the stage.

Accompanied by a melodious and melodious classical melody,

The lyrics go into the verse again.

At this moment, all eyes on the scene fell on the man who led them into a "breathtaking fast horse river and lake" with singing, but was shocked to find that the other party was still standing quietly on the stage.

He didn't even move a step.

At this time,
Mei Feng's voice suddenly changed, with three points free and easy, six points casual and one point careless, slightly lowered his head, and sang in a slightly sighing tone:

"The window lattices under the eaves slant to reflect the branches

Sit down with you and drink tea. "

In an instant, everyone at the scene felt that the scene in front of them suddenly changed again, as if they were pulled back from the windy and sandy sky and the red dust billowing outside the Mobei Great Wall to the Jiangnan water town where they are nestled together.

"I will firmly remember you with fine brushwork

It is not elegant to pick up a pen. "

Liu Qing, who was on the tutor's seat, suddenly became energetic.

"Eh? The pronunciation of 'will' is very charming...it seems to be."

The little heavenly king Chen Yijie next to him obviously tasted it, and turned his head to look at Liu Qing.

"Is the way of singing opera tunes right? Tsk tsk, it was a lyrical song first, and now there is a national style song mixed with opera accents. This guy has dabbled enough."

And after hearing Liu Qing and Chen Yijie's praise,

Jiang Yuchen was still stubborn.

"Miscellaneous but not refined, what's the use."

Chen Yijie couldn't help laughing when he heard that.

"Mr. Jiang, do you really think this national style song is not good?"

Just like the soul of a novel lies in "fun", there is also a very intuitive judgment on whether music is good or not, whether it sounds good or not.

Looking at the countless audiences who were fascinated and immersed in the rivers and lakes that Mei Feng had outlined for them, Jiang Yuchen couldn't say the phrase "it's not good" at all.

how?
Just because you have good taste?
She's not that thick-skinned yet.

"Under the lamp, the red face is close to the sunset

I say fate is like practicing Zen without talking
Your tears like pear blossoms sprinkled the world on paper

Love and hate are like freehand landscape paintings. "

Like practicing Zen,
such as pear blossoms,
freehand landscape painting
When Mei Feng sang the "Three Likes" in a melodious and sentimental tune, the tone of the whole song changed again, revealing an indescribably rich and lingering sadness.

"Whoever is the leader in Ren Wulin,

I just bow down for you

How charming are you looking back

I smile with tears

The wine is waving the flag and the wind is rustling

The sword is out of the sheath, the grievance is over~"

At the end of the song, Mei Feng's sighing vocals fluttered on the stage accompanied by the erhu solo at the end of the song, and many people felt an inexplicable sense of melancholy in their hearts.

A word, a pipa.

The painting is elegant and white haired,
I also hold hands with you and talk about Sang Ma.

However, in this era,

But it is difficult to find the rivers and lakes of swords and wine in words.

no one sings,
No one with wine,
In the end, there was no one with a white head.

The song is over.

The audience was still silent.

The live broadcast room was boiling!
"Damn it! This song is so artistically written!"

"Look at people looking at you, why do I feel comfortable listening to this song?"

"This is the national style! The world of mortals is fresh and freehand, and Ji Chaona is simply a hodgepodge."

"One thing to say, Guofeng still has to look at Meifeng!"

"This is my brother Fenfeng!"

"."

"Big courage! How dare you slander Brother Ji Chao, reinforcements will arrive soon."

"Ji Chao fans: You are also worthy of listening to this entry-level song."

"."

All kinds of bullet screens in the live broadcast room are noisy
live on stage.

Looking at the quiet auditorium,

Mei Feng smiled,
Tapped the microphone lightly.

Boom, boom, boom!
in an instant,
It's like a dream come true!

Numerous audiences at the scene came back to their senses from the old-fashioned but soul-stirring world of mortals that Mei Feng had constructed for them, and there was a sudden burst of warm applause.

This time was different from the sparse applause before.

Even if there were many fans of other draft singers in the various fan camps in the auditorium, some people also applauded and let out bursts of cheers and screams.

After all,
This is a music program.

This is the singer's stage.

Mei Feng this song,
deserve their applause.

In the front row of the auditorium, Zhang Xiaotong also applauded persistently, with a happy and "gratified" expression on his face.

But it’s different from the shock and disbelief of others who heard Mei Feng’s national style song. After all, in the eyes of other audiences, Mei Feng was recognized as the biggest bastard in "The Voice of Creation" not long ago. Now he can even play the national style song with a high threshold?

However, Zhang Xiaotong, an alumnus, knew that Mei Feng and she both majored in "Classical Music Appreciation" at the Jinghai Academy of Art. He heard from an old professor who taught his class that Mei Feng's grades had always been excellent and he had even won a scholarship.

In Zhang Xiaotong's view,

There is no such thing as a blockbuster, but too long of obscurity, these are the foundations that support Mei Feng's creation.

of course,

Not everyone thinks so.

in the audience.

Ji Chao's fans broke out internal conflicts.

"You have cat cakes, why are you applauding for this kind of song?" A pink-haired woman in her 40s and [-]s said angrily, pointing at two young girls who looked like college students wearing glasses.

The two little girls wore Ji Chao's support lamps on their heads, but Mei Feng kept applauding after singing, almost turning his hands red.

At this time, the two little girls were stunned when they were yelled at by the big sister Fentou.

One of them beeped softly:
"But... I think he sings very well."

The other die-hard fans of the Ji Dynasty around that place immediately stopped doing it, and besieged and accused them one after another.

"What's so good about this kind of saliva song?"

"That is, there is no cultural background at all. Do you have any taste?"

"Young people nowadays really can't listen to songs with cultural heritage."

"We, Ji Chao, can write one song a day with our butts, okay?"

"."

Fortunately, Ji Chao couldn't hear what the fans said.

Otherwise, no matter how thick-skinned he is, he might not dare to write with his butt, and he can write one song a day.

It's about the same price.

The problem is that no one buys it.

Just when Ji Chao's fans were furious and criticized.

Suddenly, they found that the two girls who looked like college students ignored them, and started chatting with the two girls in the front seat instead. The more they talked about HIA, the happier they were.

One of the girls took out her mobile phone and scanned the QR code, and said excitedly, "It turns out that Mei Feng also has a fan circle, okay, I will be a fan of Brother Feng from now on, our fan name is 'Feng Mi'."

"Uh-huh."

In the front row, Zhang Xiaotong, who was happily stealing the house, nodded repeatedly.

Ji Chao's fans were stunned.

what?
This even added to the fan base?
The angry crowd just wanted to come up and criticize this shameless act of treason!
At this time, the girl next to her suddenly took off the Ji Chao support card she was wearing on her head, and turned her head back to the pink-headed elder sister who came in and handed it out to them.

And also politely whispered:
"Sorry, I'm Brother Fenfeng from now on."

"I'll return this to you first, I'm afraid Brother Feng might misunderstand."

"???" Miss Fantou.

(End of this chapter)