The reborn superstar's warm wife will not remarry

Chapter 343 The Crazy Competition Song (1)
Song Ningning nodded after hearing what she said, "That's right, the vote for Zhou Yifei is also Miss Xu Lan's."

The two bowed silently to thank each other. The host Zhao Wei came on stage, accompanied by another male host, not his old partner Wu Yu.After some humorous and sincere compliments, the next contestant was invited.

Wen Yun's tender love songs, Zhuo Hao's boundless sorrow in the sea, and the deep true feelings in the storm of every family, Liang Ping showed his unique opera and powerful tenderness.

Qiu Qianxia and Song Ningning were already standing in the preparation area, the lights were dim and it was temporarily impossible to see their full body attire.

When the host on the stage raised his voice to invite, there was no one waiting on the stage for an instant.

Qiu Qianxia and Song Ningning looked at each other with a tacit smile, and walked onto the stage hand in hand, the elegant and mysterious blue light hit the center of the stage.The figures of the two slowly walked from the darkness to the blue and purple circles of light. Song Ningning was dressed as a handsome European prince, with medals on his shoulders, golden chains on his chest, delicate eyebrows, and a handsome smile. , the elegance in his gestures, as if he had really traveled from a European palace.

In autumn and shallow summer, she wore a one-shoulder black long dress, carrying the mystery of a western castle. The black gauze skirt wrapped her beautiful figure, the fluffy skirt was embellished with black silk flowers, and a string of white The pearls are perfectly stitched together, and the skin on her shoulders is more translucent than the pearls on her waist.The light smile on the eyebrows, the smoky watery eyes being drawn slender by the black eyeliner, and the delicate petal lips under the straight nose, which are like roses blooming like drops, raise a beautiful arc, and there is an instant A sense of charm that reverses all living beings.

The two stood under the light, one in black and one in white, instantly amazed the audience...

The two gracefully moved toward the auditorium, half-bent down and performed the etiquette of a European nobleman. The screaming in the audience stopped instantly, and they were all enduring the burst of anticipation in their hearts to watch the crazy scene tonight.

Yes, crazy, the intuition given to the audience by the two is that they are about to go crazy and will definitely be shocked.

Qiu Qianxia raised her black and gorgeous skirt and sat in front of the white piano. The soft and bright blue hair reflected her side face. She was so beautiful as to have a magical charm, as if the queen imprisoned in hell had broken through the cage, enjoying the beauty of this moment. free.

The scallion fell on the black and white keyboard and waited for the instructions of the music. The melodious and long violin sounded slowly, and the scallion fingertips walked on the black and white keys with one hand. The extension is not as melodious as before, as if the thick fog shrouded in darkness has begun to become dense and heavy.

Qiu Qianxia lowered her eyes and pursed her lips, and moved her left hand on the upper reaches of the piano to play the main string of C key, repeated three consecutive shots, each shot was the same triplet, and the triplet was repeated with unison, lowered, hoarse, slightly Raise, then lower, from bass to lead, then to bass boost, loop, repeat....

The audience in the auditorium also trembled with the notes flowing from her fingertips. The thick and strong notes seemed to be struck in their hearts one by one. The main note of a certain piano repeated from high to low, and the other hand covered it keys, to enhance triplet bursts.

The deepest sadness and pain buried in the bottom of my heart suddenly rose up, and people were caught off guard. They had to be dragged by the sound of the piano on the stage in a daze, like a puppet, whose limbs made it difficult to break free.

Song Ningning lowered her head, and the white light shone on her body, as holy as a child of God who could be redeemed, but at this moment, she lowered her head, her thick bangs covered her eyes, making it difficult to see the light inside.

Holding the microphone on the microphone stand with one hand, she sang in a low-pitched voice:

The night came too late too late.

Missed the voyage I miss taking off.

Qiu Qianxia's fingers quickly played a series of poignant and lengthy tunes on the piano, as if it was a call from the church, leading you into an unfathomable cemetery.The lips of rose petals, with the sinful beauty that no one can escape, kissed the lips and hummed:
Smelling the fragrance of blood, I found the temple of requiem.

The audience looked at the stage in fear, the whispers of angels and demons, the interweaving of holiness and sin, and seemed to be bewitched to listen to their magical voices.

Song Ningning slightly raised his eyes, his eyes were filled with deep darkness, making it impossible to see the light, as if he had fallen into the sky net woven by the devil: bondage, depravity.

"The night is thin and long; it rises and falls between my brows; I've waited too long; the bird that shuttles through the dawn goes against the direction of the wind." Song Ningning's face was cold and indifferent.

Qiu Qianxia raised her beautiful face slightly, her exquisite chin slightly raised, and her closed eyes were startling, as if the magic power of opening her eyes would immediately turn heaven into hell, and holiness into filth.

Cooperating with the prince's pain, she seemed to be enjoying the joy of freedom and depravity, and she greeted softly: "Black rosemary blooms, vines grow windingly. Soul looks around, believing in the blood-colored moonlight. Sniffing the fragrance of blood, I find Anne Temple of the soul."

The hearts of the audience beat to that terrible note, and Magic's voice trembled.On the stage, a woman in a gorgeous black dress walks smoothly on the piano keys with her fingers. The turbulent notes burst out, and the triplet repeats back and forth. Finally, the ending of the key of G uses high notes to control the rhythm from time to time, and then directly transitions to the highest note. .

It's like the pain can't find an outlet, and the sadness is violently churning in the heart. At the highest note, the emotion is extremely strong, and the pain is convulsive. When it is about to break through the ground, it turns sharply with a series of triplets And the lower bass, and then suddenly rose to the highest point.The backlog of pain and sorrow poured out, setting off a wave of dark pain.

Song Ningning's singing also burst out with that melody, the cold eyes made people tremble, the pain was so extreme that she had no expression.

The audience in the auditorium forgot to cheer, let alone cry, their throats seemed to be choked by an invisible hand, and they could only be like puppets who lost their souls.Looking at the woman playing the piano comfortably and leisurely on the stage, her black skirt was placed in front of the white piano, silently illuminated by the purple light, as if bloody flowers of hell were blooming.

The rhythm of the piano sound slowly slowed down, it seemed that just after the shock of pain, only sadness hovered in the heart, with a helpless compromise after despair, the huge sadness was put away bit by bit, buried in the low, and finally sank in the heart, becoming Wordless sadness and melancholy.

The single syllable turns low, then low, mid-range to high-pitched, and finally falls back to the low bass, low roar.Sadness rises unbearably in the chest, reaches the peak in an instant, but then sinks helplessly, and finally can only say that the great sadness and pain sink into the bottom of my heart, and then collapse, melancholy and sad...

The sound of the piano became lower and lower, and Song Ningning's singing became faster and faster: "Little red flowers are blooming beside her, that is heaven. There is an abyss in front, and a small river is flowing. The blood-like river waters the bloodthirsty desire. It was the queen's soup plate, full of spoiled soup. She would cut off the flower's neck and ask if it was sad. Sad all the time..."

(End of this chapter)