The style of painting is different, but it is better to be strong

Suddenly, there was a thunderclap.

Chen Yici's mind gradually became muddled, his consciousness became more and more chaotic, and then he passed out.

When he woke up again, he found that he was in a completely strange environment.

The surrounding music and drums were lively, and the surroundings were full of people. The scene looked like some kind of party, and Chen Yici was sitting in the middle of the crowd.

The center of the circle was vacated, and a large and empty stage was set up. The lighting was beautiful, bright and dazzling.

Before Chen Yici had time to figure out where it was, he saw a woman walking slowly onto the stage.

The moment the woman raised her face, Chen Yici inexplicably felt familiar:

Seems like I've seen her somewhere.

He searched around in his mind, and found that he really didn't know her in reality.

But how come it looks familiar?

Just as Chen Yici was thinking, the woman stood still in the middle of the microphone holding the corner of her skirt, cleared her throat, and sang the first sentence——

The majestic and atmospheric background sound slowly sounded, and the vigorous soprano voice, which was completely incompatible with the woman's agile and petite body, came out through the microphone.

Just after the woman sang the first word, Chen Yici instantly recalled the memory of this woman through his voice.

The ancient rhythmic culture carried by the lyrics is narrated through sometimes high and sometimes low singing voices, bringing people back to the ancient cultural scene hundreds of years ago.

The singing is clear and powerful, like the cry of a phoenix; it is so soul-stirring that it can circle a beam for three days.

He had heard such a thick and transparent soprano on TV countless times.

Lan Xiaoling, a representative of national singing hundreds of years ago, is also well-known in my country and even in the world, and is also a soprano, lyricist, and composer.

She is not just a singer, more, she represents an era.

She sang a song abroad and led the nation to internationalization.

Although it has been hundreds of years since her death, her life has been engraved into a documentary, spanning black and white to color TV, and then to the current Internet age, her historical biography, from the old newspapers in the streets and lanes hundreds of years ago to the bookstore The cover of every music textbook…

She was never forgotten.

After finishing the song, Chen Yici had already burst into tears.

How lucky he was to be able to hear the singing of a generation of masters with his own ears.

It's worth it even in a dream.

He quietly wiped away his tears, sobs and tears, moved by pure art.

When the song came to an end, the woman had already stepped off the stage.

A few seconds after the woman stepped off the stage, a warm tissue was stretched out and wiped away Chen Yici's tears.

Lan Xiaoling looked worriedly at her son crying out of breath, both puzzled and worried:

"What's wrong with you son, why are you crying after a good holiday?"

Chen Yici slightly opened his mouth wide and raised his head.

The face that I have only seen thousands of times in music textbooks, at this moment, is full of caring and worrying, looking at him, calling him in a soft voice——

son.

son?

son!

……

Chen Yici's mind froze, he didn't understand at all, Lan Xiaoling's confused expression fell into Lan Xiaoling's eyes, and she became even more worried:

"Are you feeling unwell, go and rest."

Lan Xiaoling immediately said:

"Anyway, it's still a while before the performance, so go and lie down first."

until? !

Another stunning name.

Chen Yici suppressed the awe in his heart, his heart almost jumped out of his chest:

"It's Chen Zhizhi, Mr. Chen?"

old gentleman?

Lan Xiaoling was a little puzzled, but she still nodded her head and agreed, "Yes, Chen Zhizhi, what's the matter?"

Chen so far!

As the name suggests, this famous family is like a mountain standing upright, which is admirable.

Chen Zhizhi is a master of modern calligraphy and painting.

His calligraphy is vigorous and vigorous, and his paintings are thick and colorful, with a very strong style, with a very obvious personal style - fairy style and elegant temperament.

The old man passed away at the age of one hundred and one, and when he was lying on the sickbed at the age of one hundred, he was still holding the brush tightly, spreading and dyeing his own world of brush and ink on the rice paper.

Chen Yici suppressed his heart that was about to jump out, calmed down several times before he calmed down, tried his best to calm down, and was ready to meet this respected old gentleman.

The surrounding lights dimmed and completely merged with the darkness, leaving only a faint light in the center of the stage——

The moment he saw the people on the stage, the tissue in Chen Yici's hand fell with a snap, and he murmured:

"...Old sir?!"

No matter the age or temperament of the person in front of him, none of them have anything to do with Xianfeng Daogu.

Wearing gold-rimmed glasses and peach blossom eyes, a young man about 30 or [-] years old swishes a brush elegantly and deftly.

He was obviously wearing a plain white robe, but he wore it with a bit of coquettish and good-looking taste, like an enchanting fox in a human shell.

Chen Zhizhi only held an empty writing brush that hadn't absorbed any ink, but he didn't see any ink or inkstone at all.

At this moment, light began to surge in the surrounding dark night, as if something had surged out.

Immediately afterwards, the black in the surrounding dark night melted like thick ink, as if it had melted into paint, bringing with it the indelible darkness in the dark night.

Chen Zhizhi stretched out his hand to dip it lightly, the nib of the pen was dipped in thick black ink, and began to swipe the pen and ink.

Chen Yici was shocked.

What about his big old gentleman?How about a calligrapher with a fluttering white beard and a hundred years old age? !

Lan Xiaoling turned her head and glared at Chen Yici, angrily and amusedly said:

"Don't care what your brother's name is! If he hears it, he should hit you again."

elder brother?

elder brother…

elder brother!

Chen Yici opened his mouth wide, and the tissue he just picked up dropped again. His mind was so confused that he didn't even have time to appreciate Chen Zhizhi's calligraphy on the stage.

He stared blankly at Chen Zhizhi who had finished the performance and walked towards him, and gave him a brain break:

"What are you thinking?!"

Chen Yici hadn't turned the corner for a while, before he could think about it, he blurted out:

"Sir!"

Chen Zhizhi: ...

He gritted his teeth and grabbed his brother's ear:

"Little brat, you, call, me, what?"

This little bastard knows that he is most jealous of others saying that he is old, which pot is not open, and which pot is not opened, so he deliberately provokes him.

Lan Xiaoling looked at the pair of brothers who were fighting, and couldn't laugh or cry:

"Stop messing around and watch the show carefully."

Chen Yici rubbed his red ears in a daze, and just when he was about to ask what was going on, the system's cold voice suddenly came from his mind.

"System 001 is importing memory for the host."

Immediately afterwards, a lot of unexpected settings and plots were transmitted into his mind inexplicably.

He is wearing a book.

Transmigrated into a collapsed art kingdom in the book.

In the book, there are a lot of old men who have passed away for thousands of years, all of whom have become their own family members.

The famous singer became his mother.

The calligrapher became his elder brother.

……

In addition to the ancient and modern Chinese and foreign famous artists, there is a supreme existence in this world——

The gods in charge of all things in this kingdom.

That is, the man he had been dreaming about for a month.

From this point of view, I was not dreaming last night, but had already crossed in front of the gods at that time.

And poked God's face...

And after he passed out, he just happened to wear it to the family art festival.

According to the plot, this is a reunion festival for happy family reunion and mutual performances.

He rubbed his eyebrows to relax, and asked Lan Xiaoling politely:

"Senior...Mom, who will appear next?"

He grew up in an orphanage since he was a child, and his family was far away from him, which made it difficult and unaccustomed for him to speak.

But before Lan Xiaoling could answer, he knew it when he heard the familiar beat of the music on the stage.

This is a hip-hop master, and at the same time one of the founders and originators of hip-hop dance.

Many hip-hop moves were created by him, and later they were gradually developed and gradually formed a variety of modified moves.

but……

The issue is--

Chen Yici was still in good spirits after watching the song. The old man, who was at least 80 years old, hurriedly stepped forward to support him worriedly:

"Slow down, slow down!"

But don't flinch.

He figured it out, it wasn't just the identity that collapsed in this world, but also the age of the bosses.

The hundred-year-old calligrapher has now become a good-looking and young brother who is only a few years older than him.

The founder of the hip-hop trend has become an old man who has to hold a thermos to soak wolfberries after a song——

Although judging from the song just now, the old man's body is actually a hundred times more flexible than the young man's.

He wasn't sure about the relationship between the old man and himself, and tentatively called, "Grandpa?"

The old man rubbed his legs after dancing and didn't respond.

He changed his words:

"grandfather?"

The old man stopped fanning and turned to look at him.

Chen Yici breathed a sigh of relief, and immediately said:

"grandfather!"

The old man looked at him with a smile: "What's the matter?"

Chen Yici needs to take it easy now, he reluctantly said:

"Grandpa, I want to go to rest first."

As soon as he spoke, his brother, his grandfather, and his mother all turned to stare at him, and said in unison:

"no!"

Chen Yici, who was persuaded to rest just now, looked at the three of them in a daze:

"?"

Lan Xiaoling said:

"Isn't it time for you to perform next time? Be good, go back to rest after performing the show, it will be soon."

Chen Yici, who just crossed over and hasn't had time to buffer:

"...?"

An ominous premonition gradually came to his mind, and he asked softly:

"I... what am I going to perform?"

His brother looked at you, did your brain twitch?

"Singing, isn't it your own program?"

Chen Yici, who sang like a kettle leaking air, said in despair:

"...what song do I sing?"

Lan Xiaoling smiled and said:

"Qinghai-Tibet Plateau."

She thought about it, touched Chen Yici's head, and said dotingly:

"How about it, is it easy?"

Chen Yici, who can't even sing on the Qinghai-Tibet Plateau:

"..."

Seeing that Chen Yici's expression was wrong, his brother was puzzled and said:

"Isn't that what you're best at?"

good at...

Singing.

Holding his broken heart, Chen Yici was so desperate that his heart was ashamed:

"... how good am I at singing?"

Grandpa stroked his beard, smiled and pointed to the side of the stage:

"Did you see the people around the stage? They came here specially to listen to you sing."

Chen Yici glanced over.

There was a lot of darkness under the stage, and there were a lot of people.

Chen Yici tried hard to identify, vaguely discerning that there are modern famous tenor singers, lead singers of rock bands decades ago, and a few respected old artists that he had seen in vocal music textbooks.

……

They all came, listened, him, sang, sang,? !

He trembled and asked:

"I sing...is it so nice?"

Grandpa smiled and nodded, took a sip of tea and affirmed:

"It's like the sound of nature, like complaining like weeping."

Lan Xiaoling rubbed his head and proudly said:

"It doesn't matter whose son it is, my son's singing voice is second only to his."

When talking about that person, she paused unnaturally, as if she didn't even dare to mention the name, she kept it secret, and there was a little awe and admiration in her originally proud expression.

Chen Yici looked at her mother, his heart sank:

"he?"

Lan Xiaoling sighed, as if she was afraid of hurting her son's self-confidence, with a comforting tone:

"Son, your singing voice is second only to the gods in the kingdom."

Chen Yici's heart was ashamed, and he just wanted to be cremated on the spot:

"... second only to who?"

The author has something to say: You always attack. o(*////0////*)q