A lonely brave man, I become the king of music

Old Xue, who was very smart in the guessing group, looked confused at this moment, and he opened his mouth to explain.

"I just met Lao Xu a few days ago. He didn't say who he has been making arrangements for recently?"

Wu Qixian looked like he hated iron for being weak: "You have seen that masked singer blatantly looking for someone to write and arrange the music. It must be done in secret, so you need to dig deeper."

Lao Xue patted his thigh: "I will find Lao Xu when I go back today. If he didn't tell me, he would torture me to extract a confession."

Zhao Xiaogu giggled and said, "You don't want to hang out with Yudie Records anymore?"

While they were talking, the music elf was ready and nodded gently with the bamboo flute in his hand.

Ding. Ding.

The wind chime made a rattling sound, and the bamboo flute blew.

Xu Shan's arrangement has a strong smell of fireworks, and the hazy display of the misty rain in the south of the Yangtze River is like a scroll of landscape paintings.

The flute is played very well, and everyone who listens to the melodious sound is drunk.

At the beginning of the second section, Uncle Mu Yang beat the big drum, with a strong rhythm, the drum beats were not dense, but they were very invigorating.

This prelude is very Xushan style, with a strong Chinese flavor.

A large amount of fog gathered on the stage, and the music elf who put down the flute sat on the lifting stage, and two embroidered shoes fell off.

A string of silver bells hung on the white ankle, and as long as the foot moved slightly, it would make a tinkling sound.

He spoke softly, his voice was not deliberately ethereal, but a touch of nostalgia.

"Wupeng lights gauze lanterns, and quietly prints new patterns along the bluestone."

"When whispering, the returning swallow waits for no one."

"Five fingers holding the oars, the coir raincoat is tying the rope under the bridge."

"The spring rain is lightly subdued, and the embroidered shoes fall with the sound of suona."

This kind of narrative singing is a test of the singer's singing and expression skills.

If the ability is not enough to control, it will make the audience have no picture in their minds.

The music elf is obviously the latter, and it didn't deliberately create a girlish feeling, but it seemed like a girl whispering about her longing for her hometown after she left home for a while.

The lyrics and arrangement match very well, and the traditional way of arrangement is more in line with the aesthetics of ordinary Chinese audiences.

"Firecrackers burn the dim moon."

"Drums and gongs walk a long way."

"Candles are flickering, mottled by someone's white wall by the porch when I was a child."

"Whose girl's face is wet?"

When the music spirit is singing, everyone always wants to echo softly.

But when the voice opened, it trembled, but I didn't know why it was like this.

My eyes were red again when I heard it, and when I raised my hand, I found that tears were already streaming down my face.

The lyrics are not special, but they carry strong national and family emotions. They are not full of love and love, but extremely pure songs.

This song is not suitable for such a stage, but it needs to be hummed softly when alone.

The music elf presents such a work today, there should be a deeper level of expression, but she hides it in her heart, and everyone doesn't know it.

Under the projection of the virtual screen, the lifting stage under the feet of the music elves turned into a big drum, and the surrounding scenery turned into a brightly lit small fish town in the dark night.

The big drum was still beating, but she stood up, her hands stretched naturally in a very beautiful posture, and her toes propped up her whole body.

Bang bang bang!

The sound of firecrackers can be heard in the background, and the fireworks burst from the ground into the sky, bursting out at the highest point, and the colorful sparks are beautiful and short-lived.

Small villages, firecrackers, laughter, fireworks, and her kind face standing at the door and staring into the distance.

The dance of the music elves didn't stop, they sang while dancing.

There is a touch of mischievousness here, as if after seeing the closest relatives, he took off his mask and showed his truest heart.

"Shake, shake, the [-]th shake to cross the vernal equinox is Grandma Bridge."

"Hope, hope, grandma and grandma's sweet cry."

"Noisy, noisy, I can't get enough of rice cracker candy hanging around my mouth."

"Beautiful, beautiful, the little foot bridge is upturned!"

The arrangement of the chorus is very majestic, but the singing still seems a bit unhurried.

This strong contrast between fast and slow endows the song with a new charm.

Li Mushang was very moved listening to the song, he thought of his grandmother.

He has not been home for several years since he went to Yanjing to study and work later.

Occasionally, I called back, and my grandma kept asking me if I was doing well.

When he asked the other party, the microphone always said that everything was fine at home, don't worry.

Li Mushang was a little annoyed at first, and felt that this kind of advice was very nagging, and after a long time, his nose would always get sore.

Only at that time did he know the concept of home, the thousands of advices and the delicious food in childhood are all the most longed for in the heart of a wanderer from afar.

The curtain opened behind the stage, and there stood a group of little girls in Chinese costumes with buns on their heads.

The music elf turned his head and could see that although he was wearing a mask, his mood swings were very big at this time.

She seemed to see herself from the eyes of the children, and also the smiling grandma behind her.

"Shake, shake, shake fifteen, and the autumnal equinox is Grandma's Bridge."

"Let's be happy, grandma and grandma hug me tightly."

"Noisy, noisy, I can't get enough of rice cracker candy hanging around my mouth."

"Beautiful, beautiful, the little foot bridge is upturned!"

At the end of the performance, there was not much applause, and the audience basically had tears in their eyes and were busy wiping away their tears.

The music elf stood on the stage for a long time, as if looking for something in the crowd, and bowed to thank him after a long time.

The flying guest Mr. Jiang said: "If you put away your emotions, your singing today is not up to standard. In the chorus part, your emotions are completely out of control, and you have lost control of your voice."

"But I can probably understand that this song and the story in it have a special meaning for you today."

"I respect your creation, at least throwing away the technical level, I was moved by the singing."

Today's song of the music spirit is somewhat similar to "Journey to the Tiger Mountain" sung by Li Mushang last issue, which belongs to the niche and thankless genre.

But if a singer blindly focuses on the audience and the market on stage, he will lose his heart. That's why Mr. Jiang said that he respects the other party's creation.

Reba couldn't stop her tears and choked up and said, "I was completely moved by this work, so much so that I can completely ignore singing skills and other factors."

"I miss grandma!"

Reba and Zhao Xiaogu, as film and television florets, judge music more like ordinary audiences, and her words really speak to the hearts of the audience.

There are a lot of people showing off their skills on this stage, but besides Wu Xia, there is no second one who is distracted.

From the perspective of ordinary audiences, this song by the music elves has a huge emotional impact, enough to ignore the skills.

The atmosphere at the scene seemed a little dignified, and Teacher Wu quickly changed the subject.

"I found some clues from today's music elf's singing."

"There is a part of the lyrics that grandma and grandma are hugging tightly. The word grandma is rarely called that in other cities in China except the coastal areas."

"I think she may be from Guangdong and Guangxi."

As expected of an old Jianghu, this is an important clue. The fog on the music elf's body instantly reduced, and he was no longer confused.