man

The third person is mean enough.

Zhong Yu night when he did not hear.

On the stage, because of the appearance of singing tilt out, 10000 people's Stadium quiet as a chicken.

"Too high latitude pry sometimes can't stir wings

A pure distant bird's-eye view of the moonlight under the vegetation

I can only imagine

So the attitude should be downward

It is said that the rotten soil at the bottom is very nutritious for love

Mossy rotten wood is used as a bridge across a pond full of duckweeds

The ant walked by the fern tree, holding a piece of dinner carefully

Dark love in the shade of thick trees is suitable for carrying light

Gentle is just right in the damp and cool

On the rotten wood bridge, I used a magnifying glass to see where the ants had just passed

And delicate as antennae

I like you very delicately ~ "

Every lyric of the face is clear. If you have to describe it, there are only two words! Before she started singing, some people thought that she was imitating Yan Qingqing's performance just now. After listening to her singing, no one would say that again, because it's totally different.

The melody, the feeling, everything is totally different.

Yanqingqing's songs give people the feeling of pure lightness and pleasant to hear, but the appearance breaks the freshness that yanqingqing just gave people, which is amazing to the extreme.

Backstage has been listening to the face of Xia Xue singing, has been saying, "impossible, impossible, how possible."

In such a short time, how can we make two songs that are highly similar in appearance but completely different in inner shell?

It's really like the appearance said that they made their previous performance a high imitation.

Their lyrics are filled in by the top composers in China. Are their looks more powerful than the top composers?

She was reluctant to admit it.

Yan Qingqing's expression was the same as swallowing a fly. "How could she prepare two versions in a short time? Did she have two versions at the beginning? Didn't you tell me?"

Xia Xue immediately denied, "no, I got only one version, and I don't know what happened."

Her face is so terrible. She is only one step away from victory. Now this step is as far away as the extreme for her, as if she can't reach it all her life.

Yan Qingqing was calmer than her, and in a twinkling of an eye, she wanted to open up. She sneered, "it doesn't matter if she sings well, or if she makes changes. People who know a little bit of music can understand that the melody of the prelude and the chorus of the two songs is almost the same. In other people's eyes, we come first, she comes later. She just plagiarizes my creativity. Wait, Some of the judges will talk about it later. I'll see how she explains it. "

Xia Xue didn't expect that she was so well prepared and optimistic. She said nervously, "but just now, she said that her things are marked. I'm afraid..."

"What are you afraid of? I'm not afraid of you. We have checked so many times that we have found out the problem long ago. Besides, for such unpublished works, whoever publishes them first will own them. I still don't believe that she can write the names on the songs. As long as we can't, what are we afraid of! "

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