"Uncle Wang, we can start now!" Seeing Wang Desheng standing still, Chen Jing reminded him in a low voice.
"Alright."
Wang Desheng's consciousness withdrew from his mind. His thick arms swung the huge drumstick and slammed it on the millstone-sized drum surface. The soul-stirring drum sound spread out.
"This drumbeat…"
Chen Jing and the others frowned because this drumbeat was too imposing. It was completely different from what they had rehearsed before.
However, now that they had already appeared, they could only brace themselves and fight!
Chen Jing, Xiao Haze, Bei Bei, and the others looked at each other and decided not to play according to the previous rehearsal. Instead, they followed Wang Desheng's drumming. This was their only way!
"What an imposing manner. It makes my blood boil unnaturally.”
"Yes, I seem to see the scene of an ancient battlefield.”
"Me too, I felt it too!”
"It's like the drums of an ancient general on the battlefield. It's deafening and majestic.”
The audience below the stage was shocked by Wang Desheng's drumming.
However, Wang Desheng continued to beat his drum. As he beat, Wang Desheng sang in a deep voice,"The rain stops at the railing where the hair stands on end.”
"Raise your eyes and let out a long howl towards the sky.”
"Thirty years of fame and glory, dust and earth, eight thousand miles of clouds and moon.”
"Don't be idle. When a young man's head turns white, he will be sad in vain.”
When the audience below the stage heard this, they were all stunned and felt sad for no reason.
"Don't be idle. When a young man's head turns white, he will be sad in vain. Are we wasting time? When we are old, will we also be sad in vain?”
"Maybe it does, maybe it doesn't. But regardless of whether it does or doesn't, I just want to listen to this ancient poem.”
"I looked up and roared towards the sky. This is so sad!”
"This should be an ancient poem, and it should be describing an ancient hero. But why have I never heard of this ancient poem before?”
Wang Miaomiao was listening to the discussions in the audience. She wanted to take out her phone and search for this ancient poem on the Internet.
Luo Jinghong shook his head and stopped him,""Stop searching. It's not on the Internet. It should be created by Old Mr. Wang.”
"Great-grandfather created it?" Wang Miaomiao was a little dumbfounded. Why didn't she know that Wang Desheng had such talent?
"Keep watching. There should be a second half to this poem.”
Luo Jinghong looked at Wang Desheng on the stage, and a hint of disbelief appeared on her cold and beautiful face.
Wang Desheng had given her too much of a surprise. First, he had a god-like voice, then he had god-like acting skills. Now, it was fine that he could play the drum so well, but he had actually created an ancient poem.
Moreover, according to Luo Jinghong's analysis, as long as the second half of this ancient poem was not too wrong, it could definitely be selected into the student's teaching materials.
On the stage, Wang Desheng continued to sing in a deep voice,"The humiliation of Jingkang has yet to be avenged."
"When will the hatred of officials be extinguished?"
"Drive the long carriage and trample the Helan Mountain.”
"Ambition to eat the meat of Hu Krupp, laughing and drinking the blood of Xiongnu.”
"I'll clean up the old mountains and rivers from the beginning."
" Heaven Facing... Gate."
"Boom!"
As the last sound fell, Wang Desheng's drumstick suddenly hit the drum. Chen Jing and the others also stopped playing.
" Pa, pa, pa!!!"
The audience below the stage applauded in unison without anyone organizing it.
Music did not have any boundaries, even if Wang Desheng's " River Is Red " was not music, but an ancient poem.
However, with Wang Desheng's god-like singing skills, this group of veteran anime fans was still firmly attracted!
"Old Master, no, Old Master, did you compose this ancient poem yourself?”
"Old sir, I like that phrase the most: When will the hatred of courtiers disappear? I want to cry."
"Ambition to eat the meat of Hu Krupp, laughing and drinking the blood of Xiongnu. Old Sir, you have perfectly described the spirit of Chinese men.”
"Old sir, did you compose this ancient poem for Yue Fei? I heard it inside: Jingkang's shame has yet to be avenged.”
“……”
Looking at the people who were madly pursuing her great-grandfather, Wang Miaomiao immediately displayed her intelligence and pretended to be shocked."Wait a minute, this old gentleman seems to be Uncle Wang, the main character in the recent 'Buried Burial'.”
"Uncle Wang? Who is it?" A veteran anime fan felt that this name sounded familiar, but he could not remember where he had heard it before.
Wang Miaomiao hurriedly explained loudly," He's the male lead of the popular movie Buried Buried. He's also the Best Actor at the Golden Rooster Awards, the only hundred-year-old Best Actor…"
After thinking for a long time, the veteran anime fan suddenly slapped his head and said excitedly,"I remember now. He's that Uncle Wang.”
"Yes!" Wang Miaomiao quickly replied. It's that Grandpa Wang, shout with me, Grandpa Wang…"
“……”
Seeing that Wang Miaomiao was the first to shout, and many anime fans were also starting to shout, Luo Jinghong only hesitated for a moment before he followed suit.
In Feng Timo's live broadcast room.
"Wow, Uncle Wang's influence is really not for show!”
"Of course,'Buried Buried' is currently being screened. As the male lead, how can Uncle Wang not be popular?”
"Not much, I'm on my way to the comic convention now.”
"Idiot, what time is it now? By the time you arrive, the comic convention would have already closed!”
"I just want to ask weakly, which one of you recorded the ancient poem that Uncle Wang sang just now? Can you send it to me?"
"We're begging the same."
“……”
After the convention ended, Wang Miaomiao sat in the car and asked Wang Desheng for credit,""Great-grandfather, our Uncle Wang's fan club has grown a lot today. Moreover, they're all young people. I believe that your artiste level will rise to silver soon!”
"That's all thanks to Miao Miao." Wang Desheng smiled dotingly. He opened the system in his mind and took a look.
He didn't gain many real fans at the comic convention this time. Those so-called verbal fans were just there to join in the fun!
However, Wang Desheng didn't say it out loud. It was useless to say it out loud, and it would ruin Wang Miaomiao's character.
As for the upgrade to Silver.
Wang Desheng narrowed his eyes. He had never put silver in his heart. What really interested him was the highest ranking celebrity, the Crown Superstar.
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