The Marshal's Lady of the Actor [Interstellar]

"Why stay at the door, go in." Seeing the four of Xiao Wutong standing in a daze at the door, the staff behind urged.

The reputation of their program group is not very big, and the number of contestants who signed up is far from huge. Today is the deadline for registration. It is not certain that the four of Xiao Wutong will be the last contestants.

The staff didn't know what the four of them were thinking, Xiao Wutong and the others looked at each other, walked over silently holding the instrument.

The audition room is not big, and it has been carefully decorated inside. The huge logo of the Tomorrow Star program group is pasted behind the stage, and in the center of the stage stands the only equipment provided by the program group to the contestants.

a microphone.

Lance walked to the front of the microphone first. He is the lead singer of the team. Xiao Wutong put the guqin on the right side. When he looked up, Chi Le and Elton were also ready.

Their eyes turned to the jury.

There were four people sitting behind the long table. Besides Xiao Qishu, there were two women and a man. Seeing that the contestants were ready, the leading man looked down at the registration form that the staff had just handed over, and couldn't help laughing.

"Mr. Feng's 'Cold Mountain'? You are so courageous. No one has the courage to sing Mr. Feng's song yet."

Lance showed a gentle smile. He was used to standing under the spotlight. His calm posture and handsome face made people feel good at first sight: "We are all fans of Mr. Feng, so on this stage Singing Mr. Feng's song on the Internet is also our respect for Mr. Feng."

"Heh." Xiao Qishu sneered, "Respect? Forget it. If you want a talisman, just say so. It's so ugly."

As soon as this remark came out, the scene suddenly became awkward, but the camera was still filming at the side, and the audition scene was going to be shown on TV, so the male judge quickly came out to ease the situation.

"If you want to win No.1, you must be brave, so let us see your strength."

Lance lowered his eyes, he stretched out his hand and flicked the microphone twice, which was a movement he learned from Mr. Feng, and then hummed softly.

Most of Mr. Feng's songs have no lyrics, and only rely on human voice to reach the top level of music, which is why no one dares to sing his songs.But apart from this part of songs that are completely inimitable, there are still some songs that can be sung with lyrics.

Hanshan is one of them.

This is a track carefully selected by Lance. The tune of Hanshan is ups and downs, and the lyrics are powerful. The music in the first part is passionate and sad, but the second part is empty and low. The emotional gap between the front and the back is huge. It's also the easiest song to sing.

Lance started the very opening a cappella.

As Chi Le said, Lance sings very well. His voice is clear and clear, his articulation is mellow, and he has actor skills, so he can easily integrate the sad atmosphere into it.

Some of the judges nodded slightly.

This level is enough to get a ticket to the official competition, but...

He quietly looked at Xiao Qishu who was sitting beside him. Comparing the registration information of the team in front of him, it was quite clear who this great master came for.

If Xiao Qishu didn't want them to compete, then no matter how well they sang, it would be useless.

The judges restrained their expressions.

The drums sounded suddenly like a storm, and then the desolate Xiao sound was raised again, incorporating the drums and human voices into it!Lance's breathing became short of breath, and his voice became even more rapid. He looked like a general on the battlefield, riding a tall horse, holding a red-tasseled spear, rushing into the enemy army without hesitation!

Kill the enemy!Kill the enemy!Kill the enemy!

That's the passing of life!It is also a hymn to heroes!

The atmosphere was layered on top of each other, rising continuously, and when it reached the highest point, when all the emotions broke out suddenly, and the general raised his spear high and roared towards the enemy general, the sound of a guqin suddenly broke in.

Slow and low, lingering and soft.

Very uncoordinated, yet unusually harmonious.

Thin and dense eyelashes covered the brown eyes, and his slender fingers brushed the strings. Xiao Wutong played the piano intently, seemingly unaware of his inappropriateness.

But at the moment when the sound of the piano was inserted, everyone trembled, and the numbness rose from the soles of their feet to their scalps.

As if the passionate dream was suddenly punctured, the general on the battlefield woke up on the deserted cold mountain and looked around blankly. He still held a spear in his hand and was still riding a horse on his crotch.

But the spear is broken, and the horse is dead.

All kinds of battlefields are like dreams.

The sound of the piano is so gentle and powerful, it mercilessly punctures the lofty ambitions, and presents the naked reality in front of your eyes.

There were no soldiers behind the general, but there were enemy troops in front of him. He wanted to die for the country, but in the end he cowardly inserted the spear into the neck of the horse and surrendered on his knees.

Everything is just a dream on the cold mountain.

The sound of the flute gradually stopped, and the sound of the drums gradually faded away. Only the sound of the guqin was played one after another, and it was played into the hearts of the people.

at a loss.

Lance's song has been sung very well, but the human voice, which was originally the main theme, has become the foil of the guqin for no reason.

The judge's heart trembled, his eyes skipped over the lead singer in the middle, and landed on the young man playing the piano with his head down.

The jet-black broken hair was loosely draped over his shoulders, his face was like fine porcelain, with a lustrous luster, moist brows and eyes, and a smile on his cherry lips. When he swept his hand across the strings, it seemed as if he saw those people in the long history. Young master Pianpian who recites poems and plays the piano.

Xiao Wutong suddenly raised his head and met the eyes of the judges.

The judge, who had long been an adult, had a bump in his heart, and hurriedly turned his eyes away as if he had been discovered peeping.

Xiao Wutong puffed up his cheeks: "I think that old man is coveting me."

The system glanced at the judges: "Obviously you are performing for others, why don't people watch it?"

"That's right." Xiao Wutong blinked, felt that what the system said made sense, and happily diverted his attention, "Dear system, how is my piano skill~"

"Okay! Very good! Number one in the world is good!" the system said perfunctorily, "If you keep playing it, people will probably forget about Lance."

Alas!

Xiao Wutong looked quietly at the judges' seat, and even Xiao Qishu's eyes were glued to him, of course, it was hatred.

It seems to be really overdone!

He quickly restrained himself, restrained the desire to play big and special, and performed his performance in a well-regulated manner.

Under such suppression, the dominance of the music returned to Lance, and the human voice merged with the sound of the piano, flute and drum, creating an unexpected harmony.

And when the judges went to see Xiao Wutong again, the deadly charm seemed to be covered by coarse cloth, and the brilliance was lost in an instant.

He quickly lost interest and turned his attention to Lance.

The song is over.

It was Xiao Qishu who applauded first.

"Very good, very nice to hear." There was a malicious smile on the corner of his mouth, "Master Yu, I think they can enter the preliminary round."

"Brother Qishu really praised Wutong so much!" Xiao Wutong's eyes fell on Xiao Qishu, and he suddenly burst into a bright smile, and then his beautiful eyes swept towards the other judges, "However, can we enter the preliminary round?" , It still depends on the judges!"

"I said that if you can enter the preliminary competition, you can enter, but..." Xiao Qishu elongated his tone maliciously, and locked his disgusting eyes on Xiao Wutong, "Your level is only limited to the preliminary competition."

He started laughing.

"Xiao Wutong, do you want to get a talisman? Do you want to participate in the starlight trials?"

"Bah! Take a good look at yourself!"

Xiao Qishu raised his head, and tried his best to face the young man with his chin: "Don't think that I can't deal with you if you leave Cangshuang Star. Garbage is trash! For a person like you, never try to compare with me!"

"Brother Qishu really misunderstood Wutong quite deeply." Xiao Wutong just frowned slightly and sighed, looking distressed and tolerant, but his mood suddenly turned into indifference, staring at the real The judges who have the right to decide, "So, we didn't pass the preliminary round."

The eyes of the judges lingered between Xiao Qishu and Xiao Wutong. On the one hand, they were entangled in the fact that Xiao Qishu's words were too straightforward, and on the other hand, they were confused by the other party's contradictory meanings. Tree thought, hesitantly said: "Passed."

"Then thank the judges!" Xiao Wutong smiled sweetly, and without waiting for the other party's reaction, he hugged the guqin, looked at his companions standing on the stage, and said, "We can participate in the competition!"

Chi Le touched the back of his head, hesitantly said: "Wu Tong, is there something wrong with you?"

Then, Lance and Elton covered their mouths and grabbed the back collar, and dragged them out of the room.

Xiao Wutong bowed to the judges with a smile, then lightly picked up the big drum that Elton had missed with the other hand, and bounced to find his dear roommate.

In the background, the faces of the roommates did not look good.

The contestants who passed the audition were ushered into another room. There were several contestants in the room, and they were chatting enthusiastically before they entered. When they saw the newcomers, they surrounded them excitedly.

"Are you the ones performing just now?"

"Ah."

"Did you see it?" The contestant who asked the question blinked his right eye, as if saying a secret signal.

"See what?" Xiao Wutong poked his head out from behind his roommate and asked curiously.

"Of course it's Mr. Xiao Qishu!" The contestant exclaimed exaggeratedly, "He's Marshal Qi Chen's fiancé, a super big shot! I heard he's very kind! I really want to meet him!"

"Hey! This wish is very fulfilling!" Xiao Wutong tilted his head and said mysteriously, "I tell you, Xiao Qishu directly entered the preliminary round!"

"Am I going to compete on the same stage with Mr. Xiao Qishu?" The contestant was so excited that he was about to faint.

"Yes!" Xiao Wutong replied happily.

There is no haze in his smile, pure joy and simplicity.

And the system knows that Xiao Wutong like this has always been the scariest.

Because it was too pure, and that purity was just raging malice.

But facing such a lunatic, Xiao Qishu pounced on him time and time again like an idiot.

Right.

Besides a fool, who would dare to provoke a lunatic for no reason?

The contestant didn't know anything about it. He lowered his voice, leaned closer to everyone's ears, and said mysteriously: "Let me tell you, I just heard that the program team seems to be planning to assign No. 1 to Mr. Xiao Qishu." .”

"It's so many times. In such a small competition, how can anyone be better than Mr. Xiao Qishu!"

No. 1 ah...

Xiao Wutong lowered his eyes, his pupils were deep.

The author has something to say: Xiao Wutong's letter:

good evening mom and dad

Everyone is talking about juniors

Brother, I haven't seen each other for several days.

Wutong's house is far away from senior brother

There is no way to go and see

a little worried

Will the senior brother like the senior brother?

Then forget the sycamore