What should I do if I am critically ill at the beginning and divorced by my little diva?

Xiao Han stood on the stage, pretended to take out the USB flash drive from his pocket, and handed it to the staff member who ran over.

"Please play song number 011, thank you~"

Xiao Han asked softly.

Although his voice was small, his words had been picked up by the microphone and spread out through the speakers.

"No. 011? Are all his songs numbered? What I'm curious about now is how many works he has in his USB flash drive."

"It's not just a pile of inventory, is it? What should I do? I feel so itchy that I really want to hear them one by one now."

"That staff member, cast the screen, cast the screen quickly~"

After hearing Xiao Han's instructions, netizens excitedly commented on the comments.

The public screen has been flooded with requests for screencasting.

It was as if he heard their voices, or maybe the staff member's own thoughts.

After inserting the USB flash drive into the computer, the big screen on the stage also lit up.

The contents of the computer screen are displayed simultaneously.

Everyone in the audience craned their necks to look over.

Looking at the dense numbers inside, they opened their mouths unconsciously.

Stiffly, he turned his head to look at Xiao Han.

If each number represents a piece of work, how much inventory does this guy have!

No wonder he kept releasing new songs during this period. It turned out that he had endless inventory in his hands!

Seeing everyone's dull eyes, Xiao Han couldn't help but chuckle in his heart.

This was a deliberate illusion that he asked Goudan to do a good deed.

Don't mess with me in the future. You can't imagine my background.

After taking a few breaths of cold air, everyone looked at Xiao Han with more complicated eyes.

This kid can't be offended!

Xiao Han looked to the side of the stage and received the signal from the staff that they were ready.

Looking around, he raised the microphone.

"This song is called "Hair Like Snow". It is also a Chinese-style song. Please appreciate it, teachers."

With that said, Xiao Han gestured towards the side of the stage to signal the start.

The place immediately fell silent.

The sound of raindrops rang in my ears, bringing a sense of sadness and emptiness.

The brisk drum beat and the sound of guzheng broke into everyone's ears.

The intro is nice and the arrangement is so clever.

Sure enough, it still has the taste of Chinese style.

Compared with the first song, this song is more naturally combined with modern music styles.

It also sounds better.

Another new attempt.

The masters and composers in the audience sat up unconsciously, which was a sign of respect for the song.

"The lady in the wolf-moon moon is haggard

我 举杯 饮尽 了 风雪

Who overturned the cabinet in the past life and caused trouble?"

Just three lyrics, as if traveling through time and space, the sad picture is displayed in front of everyone.

"Awesome, I'm convinced~"

muttered an ace songwriter.

His face was full of admiration.

They are still exploring and learning, and Xiao Han has already produced a more complete work.

How does this compare?

No comparison!

"How about it? This young man can do it!"

President Sun looked at the old men who were listening in rapt attention and said with a smile.

This kid Xiao Han is so good at hiding that you won't know where his limit is until you squeeze him a few times.

"Awesome, he has indeed studied it thoroughly, and he understands the Chinese style. This song is amazing~"

The master next to him was full of emotion.

On the one hand, I am impressed by Xiao Han's talent and feel that there is a successor in the composing world.

On the one hand, I feel sad for myself and others. Apart from experience and past achievements, they have lost the source of creation.

Fortunately, now an outstanding young man like Xiao Han is following him.

Just looking at the present, his future potential and achievements will be much higher than those of himself and others.

"Several reincarnations of Yuan Zi Jue"

你 锁眉 哭红颜唤 不 回

Even though the history of history has turned into ashes, my love will never die."

Xiao Han continued to sing affectionately, taking everyone through time and space to experience the reincarnations of love deep in history.

"What should I do? I've fallen in love again. It sounds so good, it sounds so good that I want to cry~"

"He is really good at it. It turns out that Chinese-style songs can be so beautiful, with beautiful words and even more beautiful sentiments!"

"I like this sentence better. Even though the history has turned into ashes, my love will never die. It's such a deep love."

"I like this song better than "East Wind Break", it's touching and nice to listen to~"

"Now that Xiao Han has set the standard of Chinese style so high, what will people do next? Pity them~"

"Stop talking, it's more important to listen to the music~"

"..."

Netizens cheered, Xiao Han really brought them a surprise.

"Hair Like Snow" is awesome.

In the guest seat, Lin Qingluo put down her worries and began to enjoy Xiao Han's singing.

She shouldn't doubt that Xiao Han had never let her down in music.

Really falling in love more and more.

"Prosperity is like three thousand east flowing water

我 只 取 一 爱 了解

只 恋 你 的 蝶

你 发 如 雪 了 离别

Who is touched by my burning incense?

邀明 月 让 回忆 皎洁

Love is perfect under the moonlight”

Xiao Han sang quietly, and everyone in the audience listened.

The beautiful melody lingered in the venue, and they seemed to have transformed into young gentlemen in ancient times, experiencing the love they had felt back then.

Sex and emotion have been brought in unconsciously, and my eyes are filled with tears.

What a beautiful song with Chinese style and charm. It's really amazing.

This song alone has dispelled the doubts of the masters in the audience.

Xiao Han has real talent, and the Chinese style is not a flash in the pan.

It will definitely thrive and carry forward in Xiao Han's hands.

"Old Sun, we must tie him firmly to the association. We must not waste his talents."

The master sitting next to him solemnly told President Sun.

Such talents must be put to good use.

"Don't worry, we have already made a plan for Xiao Han. He can't escape."

President Sun looked at Xiao Han, who was still singing on the stage, with a trance in his eyes.

He remembered the battle with Tang Zhihe last night.

Both of them wanted to draw Xiao Han into their association, and both wanted Xiao Han to focus on their side.

Naturally, no one could convince the other, and the two finally decided to let Xiao Han make his own choice.

Whichever side he wants to focus on.

Thinking of this, President Sun glared at Tang Zhihe who was not far away.

After the competition ends in a few days, we must invite Xiao Han to come over and give a lecture.

Ask him to teach the young people of the association a good lesson.

With Xiao Han leading the way, I believe their creative enthusiasm will become even more intense.

The ace songwriter in the front row was writing and drawing in a notebook with a pen.

What they analyzed was Xiao Han's musical arrangement and structure.

The more they analyzed it, the more they admired it.

Is this genius? Sure enough, it cannot be measured by common sense.

They have seen clearly,

To compose Chinese-style songs, one must not only be proficient in music theory, but also be proficient in using various traditional instruments.

How could Xiao Han behave so simply?

What's more, there are lyrics, which cannot be written without considerable background.

These two points alone have restricted most composers.

It's not that easy to get ahead.

Amidst the swirling music, "Hair Like Snow" gradually comes to an end.

Xiao Han was the first to break away from the sad atmosphere.

Looking at the sad atmosphere in the audience, he couldn't help but curl up the corners of his mouth.

This is what you want to hear, so don’t blame me for sensationalism.

"Fat Like Snow" went crazy again! ! !

Xiao Han’s characteristic singing style