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Chapter 47 You Can't Write Song Ci, Can You?

【If I am young and promising, I will not feel inferior and know what is precious】

【Those beautiful dreams, I am ashamed for not giving you my life】

Song Ci continued to sing, bringing the atmosphere to a climax.

A good pop song always makes people feel emotional changes from the first moment they hear it.

The audience enjoyed the music and waved their hands lightly.

Some emotional viewers even shed tears.

"This song really touched my heart!"

"Yeah, people are most afraid of meeting the person who wants to take care of them for the rest of their lives when they are young and powerless! If I were young and promising, how wonderful it would be!"

"Teacher Song Ci's voice is really given by God. She sings really well! There is nothing particularly strange in her singing, but... woo woo woo, it really touches people's hearts."

The side of the stage.

Although I have heard Song Ci sing this song, Tang Shi at this moment is already in tears.

When we were young, we didn't really understand love very well.

Song Hongdou's face was expressionless. In her heart, she was not touched by this song, but simply thought it was good.

From the corner of her eyes, she paid attention to Gu Jinghong beside her, but she didn't notice any major emotional fluctuations in the other party.

As a top actress-level actor, Gu Jinghong is actually very easy to empathize with.

So in Song Ci's singing, she seemed to see a love movie that ended in BE.

Her nostrils opened and closed slightly, taking in the cool air gently.

Pink Doudou screamed excitedly, because of her popularity in the live broadcast room, she has now directly rushed to No.1 on the website.

The audience is frantically sending barrage.

"Damn it, if I was young and promising these seven words, it would really hurt my heart!"

"Yeah, who doesn't want to give the best people and the best things at the best age! But! Hey!"

"After I announced today, I'm already a fan of Song Ci!"

"Who is this Song Ci! What are you all barking at? Is it better than a single hair of our brother?"

After singing Song Ci, he bowed ninety degrees to everyone.

The other six guests all stood on the stage together.

At this moment, it is the on-site communication session.

A female audience member in the front row frantically raised her hand and shouted, "Smack me!"

So Song Ci signaled the staff to pass the microphone to her.

The girl stood up, and first said excitedly: "Hello, Teacher Hongdou, I have been your fan for ten years!"

Song Hongdou smiled friendly at the other party upon hearing this.

"My question is, aren't we in Shanhaiguan now? In fact, let me ask Sister Hongdou, what do you think of the patriotic education of our contemporary young people?"

One question from this girl raised the tone of this episode.

Song Hongdou took a step forward, thought for a moment, and said, "Patriotic education is very necessary, especially our contemporary young people, who are actually facing many temptations. All kinds of temptations are hitting them, and patriotic education is of great benefit to their body and mind..."

Song Ci looked at Song Hongdou in front of her, and felt that she really looked like a teacher right now.

The second audience also stood up, and he asked Gu Jinghong, "Mr. Jinghong, I am your fan. Have you ever worried that if you participate in too many variety shows, this will have a certain impact on your screen image?"

Gu Jinghong replied very simply: "Don't worry."

On the left side of the crowd, there was a man with black-rimmed glasses dancing and looking very active, so he was given the third chance to ask questions.

He stood up, cleared his throat first, and said, "I am a loyal viewer of our show. Although it has only been aired for three episodes, I have watched each episode at least three times. Among them, my favorite is the poems written by Teacher Song Ci, and the stories you tell."

Song Ci: "Thank you."

The man continued: "Since ancient times in our country of China, until now, the wind of poetry has flourished."

He said, pointing to the towering stone tablet not far away.

The above are fourteen poems written by Qin Shiwen, the current president of the Huaguo Ancient Poetry Association, and Fan Changshou, the president of the Ancient Ci Association, 20 years ago.

"Poetry has a very high status in the hearts of Chinese people."

"And according to Mr. Song Ci's amazing poems in the Yellow Crane Tower and Shen Garden, we are in front of Shanhaiguan right now, and everyone is surrounded by the cultural trends of countless sages. Presumably, Mr. Song Ci has some works in his heart... So, Mr. Song Ci, can you compose a poem for everyone right in front of Shanhaiguan?"

The man's words are neither humble nor overbearing, and they are well-founded.

When you recorded two rounds of programs before Song Ci, you could say that the poems came at your fingertips.

Now that the atmosphere is set up here, you won't be unable to write Song Ci, right?

No, no, no?

Is it true that someone who was able to do that before suddenly couldn't write it now?
Did he really write those poems before that?

As soon as the man's words came out of his mouth, the scene suddenly became noisy.

"Yes! I'm also looking forward to Teacher Song Ci's new work!"

"Teacher Song Ci, let's write a poem! I believe you already have a draft, right?"

"Is it the first day you have seen writing poetry? Is it something you can write with just your mouth?"

Gu Jinghong glanced at Song Ci and shook his head slightly.

Li Siyu tugged at the corner of Song Ci's clothes: "We don't need to write."

Holding the microphone, Tang Shi took the lead and said: "Creating this kind of thing is really not something that can be written temporarily. I hope I can understand it."

Song Ci raised the microphone and was about to speak.

The man in the audience continued to speak loudly: "But... According to Song Ci's appearance in our program, it should be very simple to write a poem directly here, right?"

The audience in the audience all echoed.

The audience in the Pink Doudou live broadcast room seemed extremely excited.

"Hahaha! This kid, isn't this here to make trouble?"

"Fight up, fight up!"

"What this kid means is that he is not talking about the poems written by others before Song Ci, isn't it written by Song Ci himself?"

"This is slander!"

"It's so boring, I want to see rivers of blood!"

The sudden change here caused Li Weicai to sweat suddenly on his forehead.

He was at the back of the crowd at the moment, so he quickly ran towards the stage.

Outside the crowd, Zhang Dongsen silently watched what happened in front of him.

He was observing Song Ci's expression, and he wanted to know whether Song Ci should stand up or not.

Song Ci rubbed his arm, then took a step forward, looked at the man and said, "This is the first time I have come to Shanhaiguan. I have only heard the stories that happened here in textbooks... But these stories have always been deeply rooted in my blood, because these are the core genes of our culture that has not been cut off for thousands of years."

"I can write poetry. But before writing, let me tell you a story."

Song Ci signaled Song Hongdou and others to sit back.

But there was a hint of worry in their eyes.

But after seeing Song Ci's serious and confident eyes, everyone sat back obediently.

At this moment, Li Weicai ran off the stage.

But hearing Song Ci's confident answer, he froze for a moment, then waved his hand slightly, and went back the same way.

"You should be familiar with the dynasty in which this story happened. It was in Lu You's dynasty..."

　Chapter 3!

　　No surprise, no surprise!
　　
　
(End of this chapter)