Goldfinger is a bit strange

The glass box and the water inside are transparent. From the outside, you can clearly see the situation of the contestants inside, and even their expressions can be seen clearly.

In the blink of an eye, a minute has passed.

If it were an ordinary person, they could only last a minute at most.

Look at the two people in the glass box, they still don't change their expressions. The audience also began to applaud. Of course, they are more enthusiastic without paying for tickets.

After a minute and a half, Donnie's face was flushed.

But the little face of the little stool was still white and white, as if there was no big change.

The opera singers gradually began to get a little nervous. They didn't expect that a little girl who jumped out casually from the other side would have such a long breath.

"Two minutes."

A very pleasant voice came, but the people under the big tree didn't know the owner of the voice.

Only Liu Qingshan saw it: Isn't this the moonlight goddess, Sarah Brightman?

He thought about it and understood. Now Sarah Brightman has not divorced Mr. Webber.

"Donnie's record is two minutes and forty seconds. He will definitely win." Chris was full of confidence.

The closer it got to the last moment, the slower time seemed to pass, as if every second became very long.

The people around him also held their breath and dared not breathe.

Donnie's face in the glass box turned purple, and it was obvious that he was about to reach his limit.

"If you compare breath, you are far behind. If you can't do it, stop it. Don't hold it in?"

Liu Qingshan was still concerned, but his opponent naturally regarded this as a sarcasm and ignored it.

Liu Qingshan shrugged: "Why is it that no one believes me when I tell the truth?"

"Little stool, come on!" A Mao also shouted.

The little stool in the water tank really heard it, and its head moved up from the water, but it did not emerge from the water and quickly went back.

Instead, it made an OK gesture with a hand holding the edge of the water tank.

The little girl's face in the water tank still showed a bright smile, and those two rows of little white teeth were really white.

At this moment, there was a splashing sound from the water tank next to him. Donny finally couldn't hold on any longer and pulled his head out of the water, then gasped for air and let the water on his head flow down.

"Oh, damn, I actually lost, how could I lose?"

Donny saw that the little stool over there was still in the water, and immediately held his head with both hands, squatted on the ground, and pounded his head in frustration.

Someone handed over a towel, and Donny covered his face with the towel and actually started to cry.

"Don't cry, you are so old and still crying, I tell you, you can't beat me."

The little stool also pulled its head out and began to comfort Donny.

She didn't change her face, and looked like nothing happened. It was estimated that she could hold it in the water for another minute or two.

This really shocked those opera singers: Are you a diver?

"Why?" Donnie asked with red eyes, looking up.

"Hehe, let me tell you, we have to stand in a stance every day and practice the kung fu taught by the boss."

Xiaodengzi stretched out her little hand, patted Donnie's shoulder twice, and then jumped off the stage.

"Kung fu, is it Kung-fu? This is simply amazing?" Donnie stood up from the stage, still with an incredible look on his face.

"It's not a kung fu for hitting people, it's a kind of breathing exercise."

Xiaodengzi turned around and waved at him, and two strings of water droplets from her two ponytails fell on Donnie's face, but this guy didn't notice it at all.

At this time, a cheer rang out in the audience: "Haha, I won, all killed."

The long-haired young man hugged a small pile of banknotes into his arms.

"You should give me half." Xiaodengzi is actually a little money-grubber.

"OK, this is what you deserve." The young man smiled and gave her a thumbs up.

The result of the first competition was indeed a bit unexpected. Now, those who sang operas did not dare to be careless.

After discussing with Mr. Webber, Chris announced the second item: the high-note competition.

The audience began to make a noise: This is too unfair. Everyone knows that opera singers are good at singing high notes.

Liu Qingshan did not care much and asked everyone cheerfully: "Who will sing in this round?"

"Of course, I will sing the high notes!" Sister Zhang volunteered. Her voice is indeed a little higher than A Mao's.

So Sister Zhang went on stage, and the other party sent Sarah Brightman, who seemed to be very serious.

Even Liu Qingshan was a little worried about Sister Zhang. After all, Sarah Brightman's high-note singing "ah" in "The Phantom of the Opera" was really high.

It is said that it has reached the # f of the fourth group of small notes, which is basically the limit of human voice.

As for the famous tenors, they usually only sing high-C. There is no way to help it. Women are born with an octave higher than men.

Because they have already lost one match, and this time Sarah Brightman will be on stage in person, so it is clear that the other party is determined to win.

The audience in the audience also felt that they had copied it. After all, it is worth listening to Sarah Brightman for free and enjoying it at such a close distance.

But everyone was a little entangled in their hearts: should they cover their ears when the song reaches the highest point?

Sarah Brightman first sang an opera, smoothing her voice. This is a warm-up, lest she suddenly sing high notes and get injured easily.

The audience also applauded, and the atmosphere was very lively.

Sister Zhang took a look and said, "Hey, we have to practice."

So she was also doing preparatory activities, but she was not singing opera, but Peking opera.

One moment he sings a niche, and the next moment he becomes a big-faced person.

Xiaosheng's iconic laughter is full of magic; and the big-faced wow-ah-ah is full of momentum.

On the contrary, the audience below was stunned and clapped their hands vigorously. In terms of momentum, it overwhelmed Sarah Brightman who was on the same stage.

"The game has officially begun." Weber personally came on stage to encourage his second wife.

But this person may not know that just this year, Sarah Brightman will part ways with him.

At this time, computers were not very developed, and there was no software specifically designed to measure pitch, but everyone present was an expert and could hear it with their ears.

Sarah Brightman started first, and Weber cooperated very well by giving his wife a line from the original play: "Sing-for-me!"

"ah……"

Sarah Brightman's high notes began to rise steadily, and for a time, the entire theater was filled with her singing.

The audience in the front row finally couldn't stand it anymore and opened their mouths wide to avoid damaging their eardrums.

Only the girls performing Thousand-Hand Guanyin looked as usual, as if they were not aware of it.

When the singing stopped suddenly, people on the stage applauded enthusiastically.

The singers under the big tree in the audience were all shocked: This is too high!

"I guess they've already reached high-E, right?" Little Stool also stuck out his tongue, but she couldn't compete with him anyway.

But Sister Zhang on the stage was still carefree, without any pressure at all.

She also approached Sarah Brightman and gave a thumbs up:

"It's pretty awesome. If it were before, I would have simply given up, but now, I can compete with you!"

After saying that, he said angrily: "Ah..."

She still sang the same sound, but the method was completely different. Sister Zhang sang the dolphin sound, so it seemed even more shocking.

"Wow, it's comparable to Maria's dolphin sound. It's amazing!" Many of the audience in the audience liked listening to Maria's Mermaid Legend song, so they applauded enthusiastically.

They all thought that this time, this oriental woman would definitely lose, but they didn't expect that she would actually be able to fight.

When Sister Zhang finished singing, the opera singers on the stage also looked at her with strange eyes.

Sister Zhang is not afraid to look at it: "You are all professionals, let's judge, who is better?"

Even though these opera singers are all very high-minded, they are all quite honest when it comes to art.

They got together to discuss, and finally Chris announced: "Let's call this one a draw. Although there may be some subtle differences, it is obviously impossible to tell the difference with your ears without the help of professional instruments."

This conclusion is rather objective and fair.

However, the opera group actually lost. After all, they are the professionals. If you are a professional and tied with a pop singer, you have already lost.

Sister Zhang was still a little unconvinced and moved closer to Sarah Brightman: "Why don't we try to hold our breath? I'll give you a minute first!"

Liu Qingshan quickly waved to her: OK, OK, come down quickly.

In this way, it will be better than the third game.

Originally, the opera singer's plan was to win the show in just two games, and there was really no preparation for the third game.

As a result, they now have one loss and one draw. Even if they win the third game, they will only be tied at most.

These people don't feel ashamed either. This third game is a battle for honor and there is no room for loss.

They put their heads together and studied for a long time, and finally came up with the result: dance competition!

Most of the operas performed on Broadway are actually musicals, and of course dance is inseparable.

Moreover, modern operas have relatively diverse requirements for dance. All kinds of dances can be moved to the stage, which is not as rigid as before.

Soon, several actors changed their costumes, all in the shape of cats, and started a dance.

In the opera Cats, the dance is actually based on ballet, but with some jazz dance elements added.

What they danced was the dance scene, which is considered the most beautiful dance in the whole play.

Paired with music, the audience stood up and danced along.

"It's just so-so."

After all the actors on the stage had finished dancing, Sister Zhang gave the above evaluation, and then made a few gestures to the girls of Thousand-Hand Guanyin: It's your turn to come on stage.

But the more than 20 girls all looked at Liu Qingshan, and they just listened to the boss.

Liu Qingshan also smiled and nodded, and then the girls took the stage.

"What musical accompaniment do you need?" Chris stepped forward and asked, but the girls just looked at him with a smile, not knowing what he was talking about.

Liu Qingshan also followed on the stage: "Chris, these girls are deaf-mute, they can't hear."

Deaf and mute, dancing?

Chris couldn't help but exclaimed: "Are you kidding me?"

Those who perform operas don't usually watch pop music. The Big Apple City is relatively far from Los Angeles, so they don't know about this strange dance team.

On the other hand, Sarah Brightman seemed to have remembered something, with a thoughtful look on her face.

"You'll know after you try it. You'd better come to the stage to watch. That way the effect will be better."

Liu Qingshan called all the opera singers to the stage, and then made a start gesture to the girls.

There was no music. On the silent stage, the girls lined up and began to perform.

Although there were no costumes or props, the arms transformed into all kinds of incredible shapes, which stunned everyone in the audience.

"Oh my god, this is impossible, this is impossible!"

Even Mr. Weber held his head with his hands and exclaimed repeatedly.

"We give up. This is simply a miracle. It's amazing!"

Chris's face flushed and he clapped his hands vigorously.

When the dance performance on the stage was over, everyone in the audience stood up and applauded, and everyone's face was full of respect.

What is difficult for normal people to do is perfectly demonstrated by a group of disabled girls. Who can not be convinced?

"I admit that you are all great. I sincerely apologize to you for my impoliteness."

Donnie, who initially caused the dispute, bowed deeply to the girls on the stage, and then bowed to Liu Qingshan and the others. He was convinced by this competition.

In fact, as the competition began, there was no longer so much anger between them. Just like the old saying goes: friendship first, competition second.

"It's all in the past, no need to mention it again, we will all be friends in the future." Liu Qingshan also waved his hand generously.

At this moment, the two sides were in harmony. The reason for this was that Liu Qingshan and his group used their strength to convince the other side, which won respect.

So no matter when, it will eventually rely on strength to speak, this is true for a person and a country.

It was not until this time that the two sides formally introduced each other and got to know each other.

Knowing that Liu Qingshan and his group were from the Chinese art troupe, Weber and others were secretly amazed: China has talents!

This is mainly because they focus on opera and don't care too much about pop bands, otherwise, they should have heard of the name of Big Tree.

Sarah Brightman came up and said, "I heard from a friend that one of you sang a song adapted from Scarborough Fair. My friend said it was particularly suitable for me."

Oh, this was originally yours. wWw. Seven

Liu Qingshan blinked, but now, if you want to sing, you must get my authorization.

So he called A Mao over and asked her to go to the side to communicate with Sarah Brightman.

Liu Qingshan took out a thick stack of paper from his bag and handed it to Webber happily: "This is the opera I wrote, please correct me."

The people around were stunned: Opera is not something that everyone can play. You, a pop musician, also want to create an opera. Are you thinking too much?

March, early spring.

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The gloomy sky was gray and black, revealing a heavy depression, as if someone had splashed ink on rice paper, and the ink soaked the sky and smudged the clouds.

The clouds overlapped and blended with each other, diffusing crimson lightning, accompanied by rumbling thunder.

It was like the roar of gods, echoing in the world.

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The earth was hazy, and there was a ruined city, silent and lifeless in the dim red blood rain.

The city was in ruins, everything was withered, collapsed houses could be seen everywhere, and blue-black corpses and pieces of meat were seen everywhere, like broken autumn leaves, silently withering.

The streets that were bustling in the past are now bleak.

The sandy road that was once crowded with people is no longer noisy at this moment.

Only blood mud mixed with minced meat, dust, and paper remained, unable to distinguish one from the other, shocking.

Not far away, a broken carriage was stuck in the mud, full of sadness, with only an abandoned rabbit doll hanging on the shaft, swaying in the wind.

The white fluff had long been soaked into wet red, full of eerie weirdness.

The turbid eyes seemed to have some resentment, looking alone at the mottled stones in front.

There, a figure was lying.

This was a thirteen or fourteen-year-old boy, with tattered clothes, full of dirt, and a broken leather bag tied around his waist.

The boy squinted his eyes and did not move. The biting cold penetrated his shabby coat from all directions, swept through his whole body, and gradually took away his body temperature.

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Following his gaze, a skinny vulture was gnawing on the rotten corpse of a wild dog about 70 feet away from him, and occasionally vigilantly observed the surroundings.

It seemed that in this dangerous ruin, it would instantly take off at the slightest disturbance.

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After a long time, the opportunity came, and the greedy vulture finally completely submerged its head into the belly of the wild dog.

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