His entertainment life

"Good!" As soon as the fan closed, "let me meet you first!" The man came out of the flat road which was spread out for him.

Eyebrows down, rare calm makes this person look more elusive. I've seen a lot of early birds in my life. It's the first time I've seen such a calm early bird.

Who is he? Ji Mingming is a music prodigal of his own school. Only this kind of prodigal son who is not afraid of nothing dares to meddle in his own business, right? It is said that Ji Mingming has participated in numerous music competitions, with a record of 55 wins and one loss. The one who lost was because something happened at home and arrived late, which made the guy get a good deal.

When Ji Mingming walks in front of him and confronts Zhang Aoyang. Wang Siku suddenly felt a surge in his heart. He didn't think that Mr. Ji Mingming had already been unable to bear it. He wanted to compete with Zhang Aoyang.

Master Sun's eyes were frowning. Ji Mingming had been in the provincial capital for more than ten years. It's the first time he's had a fight with Ji Mingming in public. What's the matter with Ji Mingming today? Are you interested?

Of course, Ji Mingming wants to compete with Zhang Aoyang, but he is also a master. Standing on the peak, he is lonely and wants to fight.

"How do you compare it?" Folding fan leisurely spread out, only after the wind and moon, too many people can say this so free and easy. His dress is inclined to the style of the Republic of China, and Zhang Aoyang naturally thinks that he is a musician with Chinese style.

Zhang Aoyang chuckled, "better than Chinese music!" Ji Mingming's eyes suddenly widened, and his arm moved the green flower folding fan of Orchid Pavilion.

Wang Siku's brow is down. Is Zhang Aoyang right? Ji Mingming, the ever victorious general, is good at Chinese style songs. How dare you rush up at the muzzle of a gun? So confident?

Zhang Aoyang raised his eyebrows and held them high. Since he looks down on Ji Mingming, don't blame Ji Mingming's ruthlessness.

Although the hall of the music association is fully equipped, Ji Mingming does not prepare any facilities. The accompaniment of these auxiliary things will only make the original voice more smooth. He wants to really compete with Zhang Aoyang. Natural singing can better reflect a person's singing skills.

"The plain embryo outlines the blue and white style, and the strokes turn from thick to light."

"The peony depicted in the bottle is just like your first make-up."

"Ran Ran sandalwood through the window, I know what's on my mind."

"The writing on rice paper is half done here."

"The beauty of the glaze is hidden."

"And your sweet smile is in bud."

"Your beauty is gone."

"Go where I can't go."

Long small steps turn very tasteful, who knows quarter nameless will open so fast. Just in a moment, blue and white porcelain has outlined a little and poured into the cochlea.

The voice was crisp and long, just like his appearance, with a strong flavor of antiquity. Zhang Aoyang has always attached great importance to Chinese style musicians, because the Korean wave is coming, and all kinds of cultures are sweeping the music industry. So that the Chinese people only look at the Chinese style music, not touch it. Today, we can see that the integrated masters are quite mature in their cultural manipulation of the national style. Season nameless, you are not nameless, but do not want to earn it!

Wang Siku has been watching the pace of the quarter nameless turn, while walking and singing, seems to be more involved than anyone. He is the singer who really integrates into the music. It seems that Ji Mingming's position as the ever victorious general is not a false name. Thousands of people on the scene have been driven by his long music, silent, quiet appreciation.

"The sky is blue and so on."

"And I'm waiting for you."

"The smoke of the kitchen rises."

"Thousands of miles across the river."

"At the bottom of the bottle, Han Li imitates the elegance of the previous dynasty."

"Just as I foreshadowed meeting you."

"The sky is blue and so on."

"And I'm waiting for you."

"The moon is picked up."

"It's the end."

"Like the blue and white porcelain handed down from generation to generation, it is beautiful."

"You have a smile in your eyes."

It seems that when I raise my head and open my eyes, what emerges is a well polished former Dynasty porcelain. Embroidery, bearings, stroke by stroke of outline are all top-grade. Such as the river and the sky, people yearn for intoxication, meaningful.

Blue and white porcelain, blue patterns in vain blue sky, endless. It represents people's most beautiful yearning, but it is profound. The white bearing looks like the Yangtze River and the blood flowing in people's body. It's like the blood of the Yangtze River. It's like the blood of the Yangtze River.

A porcelain can see through a person, and a person can see through a legendary life. As I have said, everyone here is not ordinary, so they can understand the hidden meaning of blue and white porcelain.

Ji Mingming sings songs, people and life. He is upright and has a broad voice. Blue and white porcelain is vividly interpreted by him, which is very moving!

The dignified face suddenly threw a brief smile on Mr. Sun's face, just for a moment, but it was enough to prove that Ji Mingming was happy to sing him.Although Ji Mingming is a school of his own, he is very frightening. But this time, he is standing in the perspective of the provincial capital to resist Zhang Aoyang, in love and reason, at this time, Ji nameless belongs to his own people. Mr. Sun is doubly grateful to those who can contribute to the provincial Music Association.

At the end of the radio, Ji Ming smiles calmly. Give Zhang Aoyang the chance of competition. No matter what it is, the pressure of the second performance is greater than that of the first one. Not to mention Zhang Aoyang, who is in other people's territory, should look into other people's disgusting eyes. Can season nameless turbulence, just because Zhang Aoyang took the microphone is still deep, a little afraid of meaning.

Wang Siku suddenly felt that he was not right. As usual. Even if you don't know Ji Mingming, even if you don't know that he is a victorious general. Just now Ji Mingming's exquisite performance will make Zhang Aoyang understand that Ji Mingming is not an ordinary person. But why isn't he afraid?

Zhang Aoyang safely took the microphone in Ji Mingming's hand, with a smile, the same style of music to him.

"A sadness of separation stands alone at the window."

"I'll pretend you haven't left behind the door."

"It's lonelier to revisit the old place like a full moon."

"In the middle of the night, the awake candle can't bear to scold me."

"It's hard for a pot of drifters to enter the world."

"After you leave, the wine is warm and the memory is thin."

"How to steal time when water flows eastward."

"Flowers bloom once, but I miss it."

This, this is not still tangled Lun's song? One is still "Dongfeng Po" he sang. Sun suddenly frowned. Why did he choose the same singer? Is this what Ji Mingming is trying to suppress? really?