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"How is that possible?"
"This…this…"
Old Guo looked at Su Ze, who was singing in the crowd, with an incredulous expression.
His originally steady breathing gradually became rapid.
His eyes, which were already a little cloudy, seemed to have returned to their youth after being influenced by the song.
He looked high-spirited.
Su Ze's young and handsome face, his figure that was neither servile nor overbearing.
It was deeply reflected in everyone's minds.
Once upon a time.
He and some of his friends were also singing the traditional Chinese opera with pride.
At that time, foreign culture had yet to gain a foothold in the local entertainment industry.
The atmosphere of motherhood has not yet become popular.
The purest face revealed the most sincere smile.
"This, this, this is just an act!"
"An Ran, how long has it been? I've finally heard the song from a freshman. Moreover, it was sung so well that it didn't lose its sense of propriety and wasn't a random scream.”
Old Guo's voice was trembling slightly.
It could be seen from this.
How shocked and surprised was this old man?
At this moment, An Ran, who was also attracted by Su Ze's singing, did not respond to her teacher.
Because she was also filled with shock.
In fact, from the very beginning, when he heard this news.
She herself was not very willing to believe it.
How good could a junior who was younger than her sing?
After all, learning how to act was not something that could be done overnight.
Ever since he became Old Guo's disciple, this thought had become even more firm.
He also knew that it was not just a show.
It was not easy to master the traditional arts that had been passed down since ancient times, because they had been tempered by the seniors.
But now, this junior in front of him had done it.
Moreover, pop music and Chinese opera were so well combined.
Old Guo turned his head slightly and looked at An Ran's shocked expression. The corners of his mouth curled up slightly and he also revealed a smile.
"An Ran, if this song was really created by Su Ze alone, then his future is limitless.”
He was jolted awake.
Only then did An Ran slowly wake up from her shock and quickly replied,"Teacher, this junior's song was really a bold attempt. After using it, it gave me a lot of inspiration.”
It was the first time she had heard such a song. Other than being shocked, she was also filled with admiration and curiosity.
"Well written! Silk fluttering to cover the sunset, playing a heartbroken ancient song!”
"He skillfully combined Beijing opera and pop music, using this two-voice singing method to make this song full of unique charm.”
" Using a classical and fashionable interpretation method, he used a light tone to lead us to read this famous painting that has been handed down for generations: The fluttering coats of pedestrians, the hawkers on the streets, and the use of songs to create a lifelike image, as if a painting of Along the River During the Qingming Festival was presented to you and me.”
" The traditional culture of the gardeners is ingeniously fused with fashion. This song is also unique. It has both traditional national music elements and fashionable styles, making the entire song feel like it's time traveled. It feels like it's in ancient times and modern times.”
"He directly broke through the bottleneck of the national style and displayed it in front of everyone with another appearance.”
Old Guo commented non-stop, his eyes and expression revealing admiration.
Nowadays, there were very few people who sang the national style solo.
Moreover, it was such a young man.
His words couldn't hide his love for talent.
"Teacher, should we go over and take a look? Wasn't it too far away to stand here?”
An Ran asked respectfully.
As a disciple, she could understand her teacher's excitement.
He thought about whether he should get closer now so that he could come into contact with her as soon as he finished singing.
Old Guo shook his hand and said,"Don't panic, listen to this song."
He decided to listen to the song seriously first.
……
At the same time.
Along the River During the Qingming Festival was still being sung.
He continued to show everyone his outstanding voice.
"The melancholy of an ancient alley."
"Write down the melody of the pipa."
"A flowy coat."
"A song peddled on the street."
"It's as if I've teleported there."
"Everything is blurry yet clear."
"A few seconds of the world."
" The significance of lamenting the extraordinary."
"The silk flies up to cover the sunset."
"Play an ancient song of heartbreak."
" It's so beautiful when I lift it."
"I wonder whose brush it is."
"Faint rouge covers my thoughts."
"I'm drunk after a few drinks."
"How many capable people can paint three thousand miles?”
"The significance of carving the Riverside Scene."
"The silk flies up to cover the sunset."
"Play an ancient song of heartbreak."
" It's so beautiful when I lift it."
"I wonder whose brush it is."
"Faint rouge covers my thoughts."
"I'm drunk after a few drinks."
"How many capable people can paint three thousand miles?”
"The significance of carving the Riverside Scene."
The last sentence was blurted out, but the aftertaste lingered.
'Along the River During the Qingming Festival' ended perfectly.
Another perfect performance.
The microphone slowly fell.
Although the performance had stopped, the song still echoed in everyone's ears, minds, and hearts.
Silence.
The people around them seemed to have not recovered from their shock and were still immersed in it.
After an unknown amount of time.
Suddenly…
Thunderous applause erupted from the surroundings.
Cries of exclamations rang out.
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