A song, no matter how wonderful or attractive it is, only lasts a few minutes.
When Shen Qingrou and others finished singing, the audience in the audience cried and shouted to do it again. It was the first time that Sichuan TV Station had such enthusiasm and excitement since it held a New Year's Day party.
However, precisely because this is a New Year's Day party, it is impossible to do it again.
Even though the three of them were very reluctant to leave, they still bowed deeply to the front and then left the stage together. Their performance tonight was completed.
At this time, the manager Li Mingzhu was still waiting backstage. When she saw the three people returning, she rushed forward excitedly.
"Sister Qingrou, you are really great. Typhoon is as stable as ever. I believe you will be able to regain the title of Almighty Little Queen soon, and then directly compete for higher honors."
"Go, don't put such high hat on me, Sister Qingyi and Sister Luyao are more outstanding." Shen Qingrou gently patted Li Mingzhu on the head, then looked at the two people beside him and said, "It's your first time. I didn’t show any stage fright when I stepped onto such a formal stage, and I am much better than before.”
"Sister Qingrou, you are not as good as you said. I made a mistake in every dance step just now, but luckily I adjusted it."
Wei Qingyi stuck out her tongue cutely. Maybe others didn't notice this mistake, but she knew that the boss who was the boss must have noticed it.
When I was training, no mistake smaller than this could escape that guy's eyes.
After changing their clothes, the four of them quietly walked to the auditorium, found their seats, sat down, and watched the next chorus program on the stage.
Chen Mo came over at this time: "It's really good. Except for the awkward moment when you first stepped on the stage, everything else was perfect. And because of your calmness, you also invisibly gave Qingyi a chance to return the favor." With the confidence of these two girls, Luyao, they also performed very well."
"Yeah, yeah, dad is right, mom is amazing!"
Shen Xingluo doesn't know how good singing and dancing are, but she only recognizes her parents. As long as it's her parents' performance, it must be the best.
Shen Qingrou hugged her daughter over with a smile on her face: "You two, father and daughter, just give me the ecstasy soup!"
Chen Mo returned the smile: "What do you mean by filling you with ecstasy soup? If you don't believe me, you can see for yourself."
As he said that, he handed over his phone. There was a screen recording of them singing and dancing on it, and the comments below soared to 100,000+ in just one song. I don’t know the exact number.
Seeing that some of the comments were slightly explicit, Shen Qingrou quickly returned the phone.
"I can't blame you. Why did you create such a singing and dancing song, as well as clothes? I'm twenty-six years old, and you even asked me to wear student clothes..."
At this moment, Chen Mo was shocked by the angry glance.
Originally, Shen Qingrou followed a cold path, but now she has a just the right amount of charm, adding a touch of humanness to her, which makes her even more fascinating.
He was not in much mood to watch the following shows, and kept repeating the glimpse of amorous feelings in his mind.
Until Shen Binghe suddenly poked him hard on the waist: "I remember you have another show as the finale. Now it's the penultimate show. Why don't you prepare for it?"
How hard did this bastard exert himself?
Chen Mo held his sore waist and met the former's proud gaze: "I don't need to prepare anything. After Mr. Guo Xiaoru's performance, I will go directly from the audience to the stage."
After saying that, he looked away. This ice face was too vindictive. He had to be more careful in the future.
Guo Xiaoru's performance this time was an authentic Sichuan opera, with a lot of face-changing elements added. If he hadn't reached his age, he could have changed his face a few more times and sang a few more lines.
After the performance, he did not leave the stage immediately, but checked the headset and said loudly: "During the rehearsal, I heard a song that sang the bitterness of us opera people for thousands of years, so I asked the program to The director of the group put that song as the finale.”
Guo Xiaoru's words aroused confusion among the audience.
You must know that the former is the master of the inheritance of Sichuan Opera, an intangible cultural heritage. What kind of existence will the songs and people who can make him take the initiative to give up the finale position be like?
At this time, the two hosts finally hurried to the stage. If they waited any longer, they might have their jobs taken away by the old gentleman Guo Xiaoru.
Just when the two were about to talk, Wen Zhixin's voice came from behind: "You two, don't talk. Let Mr. Xiaoru say it. This has a different meaning to him."
The two nodded, and then silently stepped aside.
Then I heard Guo Xiaoru say: "Mr. Chen Mochen, thank you for letting me know that opera can continue to exist, but I hope more people can hear it, so you can go on stage."
After saying that, he took the lead in applauding.
Many viewers below couldn't believe their ears. Is it Chen Mo again? In other words, this guy actually had two shows at a New Year's Day party, which was comparable to king-level treatment.
Unexpectedly, Guo Xiaoru would call him up in such a high-profile manner. Chen Mo shook his head and smiled softly.
Then, he stood up very solemnly and walked to the former's side: "Thank you Mr. Xiaoru for your love for me as a junior. Opera is the traditional culture and art of our Yan country. As Yan people, we should put this kind of traditional culture Pass it on, no matter what method you use."
"Mr. Chen, you are very good, very good. So, I will leave the last performance of this stage to you tonight, old man. I hope you can keep your original intention and move forward. The old man will always pay attention to you as long as he is alive. of."
"Thank you, thank you Mr. Xiaoru for your encouragement!"
After sending Guo Xiaoru off the stage, Chen Mocai returned.
At this moment, he seemed to have forgotten that he was attending a New Year's Day party. He raised the microphone and said: "Opera is the traditional art of our country, and opera performers are also an indispensable part of our country's cultural heritage. A song called "Chi Ling" is dedicated to the lovely The opera artist is also dedicated to everyone."
The words fell and the music didn’t start. Chen Mo was heard singing a cappella:
“When people in the audience pass by, they look like they’re not there~”
"The people on the stage are singing, a heartbreaking farewell song~"
"The word love is hard to write down, and her singing must be reconciled with blood."
"The curtain rises, the curtain falls, who is the guest~~~"
A chorus that started with a dramatic tune made everyone's scalp numb with excitement, and directly brought everyone into that war-torn era.
Patriotism does not distinguish between rich and poor. As long as there is a sincere heart, an actor can sing his love for the country with blood and tears.
The chorus ended, and the prelude of the song had just sounded. The weak singing voice with indomitable tenacity came again, and the figure of an actor on the stage came to everyone's mind.
"..."
"Has a habit of blending all emotions, anger, sorrows and joys into pink and ink"
"So what if the lyrics are sung through and through ~ The bones and the green mountains are all mine"
"In troubled times, duckweed endures to watch the flames of war burning mountains and rivers"
"I don't dare to worry about my country even though I am humble~even if no one knows me~~~"
"People in the audience walked by~the old colors are no longer visible~"
"The people on the stage..."
In front of the screen, an old man couldn't help but shed tears as he watched Chen Mo singing in a dramatic style on the stage.
He seems to have seen the hope of opera. Although it is not in the traditional way, perhaps this new way is more in line with this era.
At the same time, there was also controversy on the Internet over the inheritance of opera.
No matter what the final outcome of the debate will be, now, the word opera once again appears in everyone's eyes, ears, and hearts!
(To be continued!)
