At the same time, Lin Yufan, the head of the troupe, was also watching the live broadcast.
Lin Yufan sighed in his heart. This singing was too good. The voice was perfect to the point that there was no flaw at all.
Class Master Lin was not only from a professional opera family, but she was also a professional player who had graduated from the Chinese opera industry.
Usually, some high notes were at his fingertips, but to say that it was as clear and mellow as Hua Dan, that was definitely impossible.
Also, her voice was too pleasant to listen to. It was also too suitable for singing opera.
This voice made him feel that this song should only exist in the heavens. How many times could he hear it in the human world?”
As expected, professional singers were different. Their attainments were far beyond anyone's reach.
But what shocked Lin Yufan even more was the story hidden in the song. This was the story of the puppet and the old man. Did the old man burn the puppet in the end?
This reminded him of his own troupe. If he wanted to disband the troupe, wouldn't it be the same as the story of the old man burning the puppet?
Thinking of this, Lin Yufan's hands began to tremble uncontrollably, and endless sorrow and desolation surged in his heart.
"The snow and wind are like autumn white hair."
"The lights are bright and bright, and I rub your eyebrows.”
"If you shed a tear, if you grow old, I can accompany you.”
……
Hearing this, Lin Yufan's face was covered in tears.
Vaguely.
He seemed to see the old man walking north with a hunched back in the sky of fire and snow after the puppet was burned.
He seemed to be doing it for the old man. He seemed to see the old man's regretful expression.
At this moment, the old man in the song suddenly came alive in Lin Yufan's heart, as if he had appeared in front of him.
When he took a closer look, the old man's face was his old self!
On that day, the capital was snowing heavily. On the three-foot red platform of the dilapidated temple in the suburbs, the old man lit a fire and personally placed a touch of poignant beauty in the flame.
The smile on the puppet's face gradually withered in the flames. The old man was not afraid of the flames. He suddenly reached out and took out the puppet. He hugged her with heartache and shed tears.
Lin Yufan saw himself in the fire. He saw himself holding the half-burnt puppet.
He also saw, saw the puppet's sad tear drop from the corner of its eye.
The old man seemed to be muttering to himself, but also seemed to be saying something to the puppet.
"Half for you and half for me. We'll be together again in our next life.”
"So the old man didn't want to abandon the puppet, but he didn't want her to suffer with him in this world!”
"If she goes, he will accompany her!"
At this moment, Lin Yufan seemed to suddenly understand everything.
It turned out that there were only puppets in the world of the elderly, but the puppets also only had the elderly.
Lin Yufan sobbed and sobbed, as if his heart was barking!
Yes, the old man and the puppet, how could it not be himself and the opera?
That's right, he loved opera. The opera was something that was deeply rooted in his life. It was the inheritance of Lin Yufan's family and the inheritance of the nation.
He couldn't give up.
Lin Yufan suddenly woke up and wiped his tears. There was no fatigue in his eyes, only a deep determination hidden in his eyes.
After the song ended, Lin Yufan looked at the screen and said deeply,""Thank you!"
And on the other end of the studio…
At the end of the song, Su Yi said a few words. It was as if he was echoing the opening, but also as if he was giving the story an ending.
At this moment, he was no longer a singer. He was like a storyteller, giving an emotional monologue.
"That snowy night, in the desolate mountains, one was buried in ashes and the other was buried in snow!”
" Have you heard? An actor died in a rundown temple in the suburbs. It's said that he froze to death…"
"Thank you, everyone!"
！！！！!！！！
Everyone was silent!
A few seconds later…
Suddenly, there was a thunderous applause!
"Hua Dan!"
"Hua Dan!"
"Hua Dan!"
The bullet screen exploded!
"How touching…"
" The singing was too good, but this story is too easy to cry about. I can't hold it in anymore. I want to cry first…"
"It's so poignant and beautiful. Why do I actually hear the taste of love from Miss Hua Dan's song?”
" The old man thought that it was a puppet. In the end, he realized that it wasn't a puppet. It was his wife…"
"A match made in heaven turned into ashes."
"I'll accompany you in your old age."
"If she goes, he will accompany her!"
"I've decided. After this song, I'll be a die-hard fan of Miss Hua Dan!”
" Road to fan, road to fan…"
“……”
After a long time, the judges finally pulled themselves away from the song and the story.
Feifei Wang wiped away a tear from the corner of her eye and said,""This performance of Hua Dan can be called a god, right?”
This was already the highest praise the Heavenly Queen could offer. She felt that all the praise was in vain at this time.
Reba's eyes were red and tears flowed down her face. If she wasn't recording a program right now, she really wanted to cry without any restraint.
"This is too touching. Although it's only a few lyrics, it makes my heart ache and I want to cry.”
Even Zhang Wei, who had always liked to make fun of others, became serious."What a sad song, what a sad story. A pretty girl who can write such a song is too amazing.
Wu Qixian: " This poem is too well written. That line,'Kiss the brush and ink,''Who is the sorrow and joy for?''That line,' Warm you for a thousand years.'This is love, love for a lifetime.”
Guo Degang: " Hua Dan's acting style has improved a lot since the last time. It's simply shocking to me. To be honest, I really want to change the rules of my De Yun Society for the sake of Miss Hua Dan."”
Han Hong was silent for a long time before sighing." This original song is really outstanding. What's even more amazing is that the opera and pop music can be combined so cleverly. Old Han is impressed."”
"Everyone is praising me, but I suddenly thought of a serious question."”
"Old Wu, what's the problem that makes you so serious?" asked Guo Degang curiously.”
"Haha, my curiosity has been piqued."”
Wu Qixian pretended to cough twice." Ahem, well, I just wanted to ask Miss Hua Dan, is there no limit to the number of songs you can create?"”
"Hahaha…"
The audience burst into laughter…
The judges also laughed. With this smile, the sad atmosphere was diluted a lot.
At this moment, the host spoke at the right time,"So, teachers, have you guessed the identity of Miss Hua Dan?”
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