I'm just sorry for plagiarism

If the child can stay in tune and not be stage fright on the big stage, he can leave a good impression on the judges and teachers.

And this little girl is something special.

She seems to have been professionally trained, and her voice is a bit unique, not like the voice of a thirteen or fourteen-year-old child. It is a bit mature, but it has a different charm.

But it makes people unable to extricate themselves.

No wonder the organizers have the capital of arrogance.

At first, many people would question it, but now, after hearing about this real gold and silver strength, the disdain in everyone's hearts has finally been completely wiped away, and the only thing left is that sigh.

"It's really not ugly."

Even the old man who had some prejudice against Li Yao couldn't help but sigh.

One song finished.

When Li Yao stepped down.

The auditorium, which was still silent before, finally burst into applause that resounded across the sky.

The host smiled. Seeing the surprised expressions of the audience and the judges, he really wanted to announce that the whole performance was over here, but that would not work. After all, there was still a little girl who did not come on stage.

After thinking about it, I still took the microphone, and when the curtain was covered again, I started to introduce:

"Now, we welcome the last contestant. This is a 13-year-old girl. Her name is Lixia! The song she brought is an old military song, "Return from Target Shooting"!"

As a result, as soon as he finished speaking, he heard a burst of laughter from the audience.

The host touched his head, a little confused.

It was only when he looked back that he realized it.After the original curtain was pulled up again, it was not a little girl in her teens, but a young man in his early 30s, with serious dark circles on his face... and he didn't care about others Laughter, just like no one else moved the heavy electronic piano in the background to the stage.

The host was taken aback by such an act of acting as if no one else was there. The large commentary that had been slandering in his belly was useless. He opened his mouth and said in a daze:

"Ren Da? Why are you here? Also, aren't you working on the sound system?"

The audio guy smiled and said, "I want to change the song."

"what?"

"I mean, Lixia, she wants to change the song."

The host subconsciously switched off the microphone, and the sound of the two people's conversation suddenly went out. In the darkness, the auditorium became noisy again.

"what's up."

"I don't know."

"Children are troublesome, do you want to change the song?"

"What the hell are you doing?"

"Hey, Lao Xia?" In the rush, a certain parent beside him had sharp eyes, "Li Xia, isn't it your daughter?"

Immediately, the eyes of a group of people gathered.

Seeing that his daughter made a mess at the beginning, Father Xia didn't hold back, he simply smiled awkwardly and waved his hands.

"No, no, I don't have that daughter."

After a while, the stage was lit up, and with a piercing sound, the microphone button was turned on again.

"Audience friends, I'm really sorry." The host said, "There was a little episode just now, and now I'm announcing that Lixia's song has been changed, from the original popular song, "Return from Target Shooting", to a folk song... "Chinese Cookbook."

He paused as he spoke, and then stepped off the stage at the right time.

"Now I declare, music, let's go!"

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Accompanied by the host's voice!

On the radio, the long-lost melody finally began to sound.

It was a relatively cheerful tune, with a weird style... yes, it was weird. It was completely different from Li Yao's lyrical and slow song before. Yes, the drum beat is also very good, often the first two hits are at the high pitch and the third hit is directly at the bottom, vaguely, there are people singing: "Squat, little zombie squat, little zombie squat..." And the prelude is very long.

Although the lyrics are all accompanied by drums, and the little girl's voice is not unpleasant, it is light and elegant, and has a pleasant feeling, but for some reason, the parents in the auditorium still can't stop wanting to have fun.

"What is it singing, this is it."

Laugh out loud.

"If... if, cough..." Li Xia's voice trembled a little, and he subconsciously wanted to step back and carry it away. After all, it was the first time in his life to stand in front of so many people and make a fool of himself. I just can't walk, and the chain is lost at a critical moment...

She changed this song according to Jay Chou's "Compendium of Materia Medica", and replaced the name of the medicine with the name of the recipe. It is because of its catchy characteristics, and it is a rap, which does not really test singing skills.But I didn't expect that when I stood up now, I felt a little withdrawn.

Will anyone like it?For such an advanced song, people in that era were still somewhat conservative in thinking, which is one of the reasons why Li Xia adapted the lyrics into a recipe, but even so, she was not too sure that she could sing this song alive.

Besides, what if they really sing well?They really think that their songs are better than that of Li Yao?I wonder if my behavior is a little too much, too self-righteous?The Divine Comedy of later generations can become popular if you bring it over, although you usually talk about this kind of letter, but when things come to an end, you still can't help but retreat.

It's just that when I looked back, I happened to see Yu Yatou who was sitting in the audience and looking up here.

Li Xia and her stared at each other quietly for three seconds.

She didn't know what she was thinking at that time, it was just when she came to her senses.

Suddenly, he was pushed by the audio brother behind him, and when he turned around, he happened to see the little brother telling her with his mouth.

"It's your turn."

There was a moment of silence.

She collected herself and summoned up her courage.

Hold the microphone firmly again.

Let's treat a dead horse as a living horse doctor.she thinks.

Then start singing.

"If Chef Chef reappears, Western food will be suppressed."

"Foreigners come to learn dishes and stimulate national consciousness."

"Stir-fried chestnuts, smoked elbow, fish balls, spiced pigeon."

"Braised eggplant, roasted duck, fragrant kidney, boiled beans."

Among them, the lyrics that were supposed to be the name of the medicine were changed by Li Xia Mo, and the source was the list of dishes that Lao Wang gave her before, but she didn't expect it to be used now, and she had to feel the surprise of the world.

The parents and judges who didn't care before were taken aback for a moment. They thought the little girl was here to play tricks and didn't take it seriously. I didn't expect that when the lyrics were read out, it was a bit unexpected. .

It's not hard to hear.

The lyrics are catchy, the rhymes and rhymes are very well pressed, because it is a rap, there is no possibility of going away, and the little girl's voice is clear and crisp, no matter how comfortable it is to listen to.Anyway, I can't help but let people listen subconsciously.

Just at this time Lixia sang the second stanza.

"A history should be written in my way."

"Nothing else, follow me to read a few words."

Madan, go all out!

This passage was supposed to be the climax, but Li Xia's own singing became more and more exciting. Thinking of what it was like being suppressed by that silly Li Yao before, she felt an unknown anger in her heart, and she simply vented it all in the song.

All of a sudden, Li Xia seemed to have lost his integrity, swiped the microphone, and yelled out all the shameful lyrics that he had written in advance.

“Ma Po Tofu Lion Head!”

“Beijing Roast Duck Twice Cooked Pork!”

"Look at me grabbing a handful of spices and making a table of pride!"

At this time, the music just reached its climax, layers of melodies poured into the ears of the audience like a tide, and amidst the ear-piercing roar of the speakers, Li Xia recalled the hip-hop movements of his previous life and imitated them decently.

A little embarrassed, but the serious look on his face has not diminished in the slightest.

"What the hell is this?" The old man who was far away in the auditorium couldn't help laughing out loud, watching the singing and dancing of the daughter who was getting better and better, and still humming some inexplicable words in his mouth, just I found it very novel, so I simply repeated it: "What do you mean by expressing a leisurely dance? The movements are easy and comfortable... Who can't learn it?"

"What kind of words are these?"

"Hao Qi waved the block letters, gave a punch to the dialogue, and the ending lay down, let's see who is the best... Hehe," a certain grandpa in his 70s and [-]s who seemed to come to bring his grandson next to him also squinted his beard on his chin, and couldn't help admiring He said, "Lao Xia, your daughter's artistic conception is a bit amazing."

While listening to it, some parents who were serious at first burst into laughter, thinking that the lyrics were too outrageous, and at this moment, Li Xia on the stage finally managed to pass the chorus part.

The beginning of the second paragraph is always the most difficult to wait for, because there is a chorus, and the transitional music in "Compendium of Materia Medica" has never been very listenable.

Fortunately, at this time, although the audience below still had a little impatience, they didn't feel as disgusted as before. They all sat down with peace of mind, as if they were expecting something.

Gradually, only the sound of music accompaniment remained on the entire stage. Five seconds later, there was a sound of gears resembling a clock.

Li Xia raised the phone again.

"What kind of pills are you kneading into?"

"Knead into what kind of balls?"

"The fish fillet and shredded chicken should not be too thin, and the master chef's technique should not be copied randomly!"

"Snow clam paste, pork ribs, yam, and crab roe and beans."

"My own music and my meals are just right!"

She paused, picked up the microphone, this time she didn't hesitate any more.

"Listen to me that traditional Chinese medicine is bitter, and plagiarism should be even more bitter."

"Quickly open the Chinese cookbook and read more rare books."

“Halal, sweet and sour, braised and boiled.”

"We must not lose the fortune of these ancestors."

Standing on the stage, Li Xia could clearly see that the parents who were still holding their arms had finally sat up a little bit more upright, and even some adults were staring straight at the stage, shaking their feet subconsciously.

It seems that this song really has some meaning?

They whispered to each other, as if they were conveying such a message.

And Li Xia on the stage has already held up the microphone, roaring his voice to the loudest!

climax!

"It's this soup, it's this soup, let's sing together!"

"This is the soup! This is the soup!"

The fast and eager rhythm can't help but make people's backs go numb!

"Let me make a recipe!"

"Despot you to love external and internal injuries!"

"A formula that has been rooted for thousands of years!"

"There are powers that others don't know!"

……

"My expression is leisurely jumping around."

"The movement is easy and comfortable, you can't learn it."

"Lie down at the end and see who is the best."

……

The song performance should have ended here, and the little zombie squatting at the back is a cyclical lyrics, a bit procrastinating, but with the climax of the accompaniment again, Li Xia took a deep breath, and still changed the carefully changed The lyrics, following the rhythm of the little zombie squatting, sang again:

"Waist, dried shrimps, pot stickers and quail!"

"Milk, fresh walnuts, braised sea cucumber!"

"Xi, lake beef soup, a treasure hidden in the snow!"

"Duck, stewed fish lips in sauce, and put eight delicacies on it!"

"Fried, three-color camel divided, five blessings!"

"Recipes are like life, taste seriously!"

The full score questions are both artistic and educational.

Even the judges who were sitting on the judges' table, looked at Li Xia coldly, and treated her like a kid messing around, couldn't help being silent at this moment.

The expressions on the faces became uglier than the last.