Entertainment: Keeping you grounded and funeral playing rock?

The giant curtain opens.

In the noisy concert hall just now, the audience was instantly silenced.

No one whispered anymore.

In this recognized hall of elegance, audiences do not have to worry about being disturbed by unqualified people in the cinema.

After all, there are only two kinds of people who are willing to come to the National Centre for the Performing Arts.

One is to understand art.

One is that there is money and nowhere to spend.

These two kinds of people are a little bit of a servant.

One by one, they sat upright, as if they were tasting a tea party.

Meanwhile.

The conductor on the command platform threw an inquiring look at Su Chen.

Su Chen nodded and signaled that he could begin.

Su Chen at this time.

Wearing a black stand-up collar performance uniform, he stood on the stage holding a suona.

The young and handsome face is unusually abrupt in the middle-aged and elderly faces of Yishui’er.

In front of the stage, in the intricate audience.

On the program list in the hands of pianist Lang Lang, several big words of “Xintianyu” came into view.

“”Letter to the Sky”? North West folk songs? ”

Chanting softly, Lang Lang looked at the stage and shook his head with some regret.

How did you choose folk music at a young age?

For him, after so many years, he still feels that there is more room for the development of Western music.

Seeing the interaction between the conductor and Su Chen, Langlangtai raised his eyebrows.

The lead singer at a young age seems to be unusual backstage.

Looking at this temperament, I don’t know which young master it is.

Those who can use the National Centre for the Performing Arts to spoil children are either Beijing families or Shanghai bigwigs.

Otherwise, how could even the orchestra conductor ask his opinion.

A grade light little fresh meat?

In other words, how is this teenager so familiar … It seems to have been seen somewhere….

Didn’t wait to remember.

Next second.

On the podium, the conductor’s arm was raised high.

The moment it fell, there was the sound of Captain Wu plucking Zhong Ruan hard in front of the stage.

Denden! Denden Lights! Climb on the light!

In response to the sound of drums, the rhythmic melody suddenly sounded in the quiet hall.

The song “Xintianyu” comes from the Beixi folk song.

It’s basically improvisation, an extremely casual and cheerful piece of music.

But the sense of resistance contained in it is mixed in, which makes the song full of emotional rhythm in its joy.

Listening to such a tune, Su Chen also threw himself in.

Unconsciously, he took the Suona, his steps moved gently, and while walking towards Regiment Commander Wu, his figure swayed and his steps were brisk, shaking his head and full of rhythm.

It turned out to be a northern Shaanxi Yangge!

Immediately afterwards, Su Chen sang with his throat drawn.

“Sheep’s belly hand towel ~~~”

“Three ways of blue ~~~”

“It’s easy for us to meet each other ~~~”

“Alas, it’s hard to talk ~~~”

At this time, Su Chen was singing folk songs while walking in Yangge steps.

With the plucked sound of Zhong Ruan, for a while, the entire music hall turned into a desert in the north and west, and the loud singing came with the loess.

But looking closely, Su Chen, who was singing, was standing on the stage in the center of the concert hall.

Countless spotlights hit him.

Solemn, elegant.

……

The audience was stunned.

Wait, shouldn’t it be a symphony?

This pace, this singing, are you sure this is a concert at the National Centre for the Performing Arts?

Why do I want to howl so much?

It’s not just the audience.

At this time, in the live broadcast room, almost all the audience was stunned.

“The groove turned out to be the national team hahaha.”

“What is this netherworld operation, and why does it sound so feeling?”

“This concert tastes better than the village song in our village, is this high society?”

“Just reacted, these are the folk music masters of the National Centre for the Performing Arts, although they do not sell seats, but the folk orchestra is the only two groups stationed in the National Centre for the Performing Arts Theater.”

“Brother this time, all the staff are biased!!”

……

In the dressing room of the theatrical actors.

Yang Mi looked at the picture coming from the mobile phone on the dressing table, and the red paint on her hand circled the face of the theater actor.

But at this point, no one noticed what really happened on the actor’s face.

Everyone was firmly caught by the folk songs on the mobile phone.

National Centre for the Performing Arts, singing folk songs?

No, this smells… Why is it so trendy?

……

Light control backstage.

Looking at the radiant Su Chen on the stage, Deng Ziqi lost his mind for a while.

A pair of round eyes stared at the screen tightly, and his brain went blank.

Only the smell of flying dust and the vast voice came from afar.

In front of the console at this moment, all the staff were stunned.

……

Entrance to the concert hall.

Hua Chenyu’s action of mopping the floor was startled.

On the stage in the distance, Su Chen’s cheerful footsteps danced and sang.

Although it was far away, he could hear it clearly, as if the voice was blowing to his ears against the wind and sand.

Folk song?? Su Chen actually sang folk songs at the National Centre for the Performing Arts?

And still with the national team?

……

On stage.

Su Chen made a tune, and the field instantly became jubilant.

The atmosphere was together, Su Chen’s interest was higher.

Picked up the nag and blew it directly.

The loud snoring was filled with joy, and for a while, the gongs and drums were noisy.

At this time, the Yangge platform under Su Chen’s feet walked more cheerfully and rhythmically.

Just when Su Chen’s frustrated voice sounded.

In the always solemn concert hall, there was a loud cheer from the silent audience!

“Good!!”

“Oh~~~~!!”

At this moment, the audience was boiling.

It’s like a boiling kettle spout, and I can’t hold back my screams anymore.

Some even stood up directly and waved their hands above their heads.

And yet the most exciting.

It has to be the audience in the live broadcast room.

As soon as Su Chen’s snort blew, everyone directly felt numb on their scalps, and instantly gasped.

A stressful memory.

“Su Chen: I’m here to see you off today.”

“Oh noa Su Chen’s netherworld rock is coming! ”

“As soon as it comes out, everything is inferior! It’s not easy to use any instruments. ”

“I used to think it was noisy, but now I think it’s trendy!”

“Good guy, Su Chen, it’s not enough to land his own house, pull the national team together.”

“In the front, the national team should not deviate from folk traditions, let alone be ungrounded.”

“Su Chen’s cry is infused into the soul!!”

“Yes, this is called art!”

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