A large-scale song and dance performance, "The Music of King Qin Breaking the Formation", followed by the lingering sound of guqin, large chimes and other musical instruments.
After each performance was performed, the guests present could not help but marvel and marvel.
This kind of scene is probably not as good as the annual New Year Gala.
For example, "The Music of King Qin Breaking the Formation" has a total of sixty-six actors, each of whom is a dancer with a famous name.
The backstage side is even closer to the stage.
Yang Lanlan held the music score and lyrics that she had memorized for a long time in her hand, and her palms were sweating because of her nervousness.
"The Queen of Songs is also here. That one seems to be Master Shinanshi. She hasn't sang on stage for seven or eight years, but she's actually here too."
She didn't dare to raise her voice. The people waiting backstage were all well-known artists with great reputations. If she acted too unstable, people might laugh at her.
When Yang Lanlan turned around, she saw her cousin walking slowly towards this side. She was wearing a bright red cloak, the color was indescribably bright, and it looked very different from ordinary costumes at first glance.
And the crown on her head is really sparkling and eye-catching.
"That's called a seven-star phoenix crown. Judging from the craftsmanship, it must be an old item. Most of the phoenix crowns made nowadays are very rigid and the same. The old craftsmen back then were really attentive."
Yang Lanlan's agent, Huang, is a Peking Opera enthusiast and knows a lot about these things.
"Ah Qing, if I don't sing well in a while... ugh!"
Mu Qingyun chuckled, not comforting his little cousin.
"It's time to play."
Yang Lanlan: "Hey!"
Although there was a lot of chatter in the audience, once on the stage, although Yang Lanlan was so nervous that her heart was trembling, she adjusted her state in an instant, completely forgetting herself, leaving only the melody that echoed in her heart.
All the guests in the audience obviously did not know Yang Lanlan.
In a room full of celebrities, a stranger like her stood out.
Yang Lanlan's cheeks felt slightly hot from the countless probing, curious, and inexplicable looks. She took a deep breath, and as the extremely gentle sound of pipa played, she uttered her first lyrics, and her heart suddenly became quiet.
The guests present unconsciously put down their wine glasses and stopped talking.
Mr. Mu raised his head and looked at the girl singing in front of him, with a smile on his face.
He is no longer young.
When he was young, he was actually not so easily moved by these gentle things.
At that time, all he was thinking about were the tasks handed down by the previous generation.
For example, when investigating the cause and effect of a catastrophe, is that long-lasting disaster the will of God?
In other words, it was just as the ancestors of the Mu family had guessed.
This disaster is something we humans call gods, a game played by them.
Do gods find it interesting to watch humans struggling in disasters?
He was always full of anger then, and endless worries later.
Now the catastrophe is over, but if the root knot cannot be found and the root cannot be completely solved, will the catastrophe still come sooner or later?
As he got older and experienced countless helplessness, he reconciled with himself.
His mission has been completed. He has completed the fifteen things that the master left for him that he must do in his life.
The rest is a matter for future generations.
He felt that this time the real head of the Mu family should be elected, and perhaps the complete end to the catastrophe that the Mu family had planned for generations would be truly achieved under the leadership of the young head.
He hoped to live longer to see the final outcome.
Yang Lanlan's singing is not perfect, and her voice is slightly hoarse, but it is this little bit of hoarseness that makes the whole song softer and more affectionate.
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The singing slowly ended at the end of the pipa, but the guests could not come back to their senses for a while. After a long time, Mr. Mu applauded gently, and everyone suddenly came back to their senses.
For a while, even the applause was scattered.
Yang Lanlan's heart was still beating wildly until she returned to the backstage, and she was very nervous.
Does she sing well?
It would be a shame if she didn't sing such a good song well.
Although I was only singing in a private setting, there were so many senior singers present. If everyone thought of this song "Seventy-Three Letters", they would say with special regret that the song was a good song, but the singer was not very good at singing it.
Then she would have to vomit to death!
Manager Lao Huang was so excited that he burst into tears. He grabbed Yang Lanlan's shoulders and shook her hard: "Ahhh, how can you be so powerful? How can you be so powerful!"
At this time, all the guests came back to their senses and started discussing enthusiastically.
Only now did Yang Lanlan feel that she was singing pretty well.
Mu Qingyun raised his eyebrows slightly and smiled unconsciously.
She thought it would be appropriate for her cousin to sing this song.
She spent more than three months working on this song, revised it eleven times, and asked her brothers and sisters to find faults countless times before writing this song.
After I wrote it, I didn’t even have time to find someone to sing it seriously. I just kept doing one thing after another, and in the end there was no chance.
When she got home, she thought, since what was going to happen next was a very complicated story in the entertainment industry, it would be a pity to invite people to sing and listen to the song she wrote.
At this time, the hustle and bustle had not stopped, Mu Qingyun was already neatly dressed, bowed his hands to the three masters accompanying him, and then appeared on the stage.
Yang Lanlan suddenly came to her senses, and then she began to worry. Now that the guests were all focused on the previous song, wouldn't it affect her cousin?
In fact, this was indeed the case. Most of the guests in the audience were still a little absent-minded. They just politely did not talk to each other, but their minds were obviously not where they were.
Mu Qingyun didn't care. Everyone liked her cousin's singing, which made her even happier.
Smiling, the long stick slowly shook out a flower. The guests in the audience were still a little slow at this appearance, but Master Jinghu suddenly straightened his back and became serious.
This Peking Opera is nothing else. Whether you are an expert or not, as soon as you step on the stage, as soon as you appear, all experts and fans can see and hear that this lake can fool laymen, but the lake cannot fool them.
Usually, these masters just know how to provide accompaniment to some amateurs who like to show off their voices, but they don't pay much attention to it.
Anyway, given their ability, they can't go wrong if they listen with only one ear.
But it's not a good idea to meet an expert. If you don't pay attention and don't support me, and let them say with a smile, "Master, you are tired, oh, it will be a shame to be thrown into grandma's house."
Mr. Mu was slightly startled, with a bit of surprise and a hint of smile on his face. He unconsciously said to the old housekeeper beside him: "Old Chen and the others have sold their strength to our Ah Qing this time. It's not easy." .”
"Miss A-Qing's kung fu is so good, how dare these brothers dare to perfunctory?"
