The old audience was already familiar with Yue Yunpeng's appearance of walking backstage without a word of disagreement. They all laughed, as if they liked this scene very much. Wu Qingzheng couldn't help but turn around to take a look…
Good heavens…
Was this group of people here to listen to crosstalk or to jeer?
Why were there still people shouting "Don't come back" and "Go down"?
On the stage.
Wu Shaobai pulled the child back and said into the microphone,
"Do you want to die!"
Little Yueyue didn't say a word either. He squeezed his face into the middle, causing the audience to gasp again.
"No, what's wrong with you? I'm singing right now. Why are you leaving just like that? This singer of yours is too unethical.“
Wu Shaobai deliberately changed the tone of the singer. It was very interesting.
Then, Yue Yunpeng spoke,
"No, Wu Shaobai, you didn't do that. Yes, I know you're high-pitched, but you can't make a scene like this, can you? You raised the pitch so high. If I sing, I can't sing, and my reputation as a singer is ruined, then you plan to inherit my identity and enter the singing world?“
"Hahahahaha ~"
As the audience laughed, Wu Shaobai quickly cupped his hands.
"Aiyo, I'm sorry, Teacher Yue. Are you complaining that the tone is too high?"
"Not high?"
"Is this…high? Haven't you heard that I'm called Xiao Fan? Why don't I call you a princess…"
"Go, go, go, go. Let's play!"
Yue Yunpeng pushed him, but the audience was unhappy.
They had never heard this name before, but just from the tone before the ga-diao, it was already so high. What would the last one look like?
Seeing that he was being stopped…how could he do that?
"Give me one!"
" One!!!"
"Hurry up and give me one ~~"
Hearing the audience's cheers, Wu Shaobai pointed to the audience,
"Look…they're just here to watch the show.”
"Hahahahaha ~"
However, they were going to sing " Demolition of the West Chamber " after all, and the audience's attention would definitely be diverted when they called out the small show. Hence, he waved his hand and said,
"Not yet. If I were to sing this tune, our singer ~~ would probably fall to the ground and drown. That's not appropriate…How about this, Teacher Yue, then I…slightly lower the price?“
"You have to be low. Otherwise, I won't sing anymore. If the opening is ruined, you'll take half of the money. It's a waste of effort. I'm doing this for your own good, baby ~"
"Hahahahaha ~"
Yue Yunpeng's words of "baby" and "song" made the audience laugh again.
Wu Shaobai didn't argue and shook his head helplessly,
"Then you do it. You start the tune, I'll follow your tune. Is that okay?"
"Me? Alright, let's continue. I'll sing and you'll fight. You sing and I'll fight. Baby, I'll guide you and let you play with some high-tech stuff.”
This could be considered to be completely alive.
The two of them began to argue.
It was time to show some real skills.
After talking for a while, both sides reached an agreement. Both sides took out bamboo boards. Young Master Wu made a white board and Yue Yunpeng sang into the microphone,
"Yingying, sit quietly, and rest your chin on your hand ~"
Before he could finish his sentence, he suddenly heard Wu Shaobai say,
"Whoa, this little widow's voice…"
"Go to hell!"
Amidst the laughter of the audience, Yue Yunpeng pushed him.
"Hurry up, the people backstage are still waiting.”
"Hey, alright. One sentence each, right?"
"That's right. Go ahead."
Ding dong, ding ding dong dong ding dong…
With a rhythmic allegro, Yue Yunpeng sang,
"Yingying, sit quietly, hold your chin with your hand ~ Call me matchmaker ~ Come over quickly!”
After he finished singing, he began to hit the board. Wu Shaobai immediately stopped. When the two bamboo boards were exchanged, there was almost no sound of a break.
Wu Shaobai sang,
"Your lady has something, this unknown matter ~ you have to explain it clearly from the beginning!”
After the " thing ", he suddenly mentioned the KEY.
But because there was only one, it was not obvious. However, if he wanted to continue singing naturally, the KEY had already risen. Yue Yunpeng had to continue singing along and could not drop it.
"I'm the daughter of this boudoir ~~"
The widow that Wu Shaobai had jokingly called a widow started to sing in the same tone as before.
"I don't think it's fair to put on rouge and powder ~"
After singing this line, he felt that something was wrong. However, when it came to Wu Shaobai, he secretly mentioned a KEY.
"Zhang Junrui was originally a guest of the Tang Dynasty ~"
"Hmm?"
Yue Yunpeng, who was hitting the board, made a puzzled sound.
When he said the next sentence,"Our women are the third generation of the Song family's women." Sure enough, Wu Shaobai raised his tone again.
This time, even the audience could tell.
Someone below the stage laughed softly, and the old man in the first row narrowed his eyes.
He nodded slightly as he tapped his fingers along with two voices of different tones.
Wu Qingzheng noticed his father's actions and patted his wife. Seeing this, Yan Liyun quickly patted Wu Qingzheng's shoulder…Then, the entire family's gaze finally landed on Wu Xianliang…
Everyone smiled when they saw their father squinting and enjoying himself.
Wu Qingzheng looked at his son who was singing on stage and suddenly let out a long sigh of relief…
Not to mention…
His son's song was really interesting.
It sounded good.
And that child…
Yes.
Indeed.
It was a widow's voice.
(Sorry, I was late. I was too tired and slept until now.)）
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