"The blank embryo outlines the blue and white brush tip, which is thick and light
The peony depicted on the bottle is just like your first makeup..."
A deep and magnetic voice sounded in the recording studio. Yu Kewei's questioning and curious expression slowly disappeared, and her eyes were slightly stunned.
The sound is also more penetrating
" The sandalwood fragrance is slowly rising, and I understand what's on my mind through the window.
The brush on the rice paper is half put here
Glaze colors render the charm of the painting of a beautiful woman, but it is hidden
And your sweet smile is like a bud waiting to bloom
A wisp of your beauty is gone
To places I can't go…"
Jiang Sheng's voice was deep like a misty rain, and the sound of the zither was like flowing water.
Yu Kewei, Yang Zhongwei, and the others were shocked.
In the past, she only knew that Jiang Sheng's words were of a high standard and had meaning. She did not expect that his lyrics would be of a higher level.
Whether it was the charm of the song or Jiang Sheng's deep voice with a sense of story, all of them struck Yang Zhongwei's ears.
He had debuted for more than ten years, but he had never heard a voice that could grasp the artistic conception of an ancient song so perfectly.
Jiang Sheng's magnetic voice was like an ink painting on a piece of paper. He had always liked it, but it only existed in his imagination. It was a classical beauty that only belonged to China.
The ink-wash painting that was presented in front of Yang Zhongwei's eyes after listening to the prelude just now became even more colorful.
At the window, where sandalwood incense was floating in the wind, there was a blue-and-white porcelain bottle with a peony painted on it. There was also a classic beauty wearing a cheongsam. The scene was vivid and vivid.
In the past, he was often praised as a genius singer, Yu Kewei. He originally thought that if Jiang Sheng could compose and sing, he would not be in the Hundred Songs Troupe.
However, when she heard Jiang Sheng singing along with the guitar, it was as if he had melded with the song and also integrated into the ancient artistic conception of the song.
Only then did she realize that there was always someone better.
With Jiang Sheng's current singing skills, it would not be an exaggeration to say that he was the best singer she had ever heard in the entertainment industry.
Furthermore, there was no sound correction and only a guitar accompaniment.
Most importantly, Jiang Sheng was singing a song that he had composed himself.
Yu Kewei now felt that calling herself a genius in front of Jiang Sheng was simply mocking her.
Before she heard Jiang Sheng sing, no matter who told her that there was someone in the 100 Likes Group who not only sang well, but also composed such a beautiful song, she wouldn't believe it.
Even though she saw Jiang Sheng singing on the surveillance screen and heard his voice that was as artistic as an ink painting floating in the recording studio, she still felt like she was in a dream.
She had never seen such an all-rounded singer in the Chinese singing world.
As for whether Jiang Sheng, who could compose, could sing or not, Zhang Hanyun had never analyzed it before.
Now, she heard Jiang Sheng's deep and magnetic voice, which interpreted such an artistic composition.
While she was shocked by this rich and colorful national style, she suddenly remembered Jiang Sheng's evaluation of her previously.
These words of encouragement and appreciation suddenly weighed more heavily in her heart.
If Jiang Sheng's previous evaluation of her was the power of words, then now, it was the power of music.
The evaluation of a person who couldn't sing and the evaluation of a person who could use such a penetrating voice to interpret the artistic conception of the song and whose singing skills were better than most professional singers in the entertainment industry were two completely different levels of weight.
After participating in the first episode of the show and hearing Jiang Sheng's evaluation, Zhang Hanyun felt that she was a person worthy of appreciation.
Now, after hearing Jiang Sheng's voice, she suddenly felt that she, who was admired by Jiang Sheng, might also be a promising singer in the future.
Zhang Hanyun looked at Jiang Sheng, who was playing and singing on the surveillance screen. Her eyes had a glimmer of hope for the future.
In the past, when she looked at Jiang Sheng, she felt that he was a confidant who could truly understand her.
Looking at Jiang Sheng now, she felt that he was more like a professional singer who was much better than her.
Other than understanding and appreciation, there was more to learn.
The music entered a climax along with the singing, like a classical painting that was drawn into a landscape painting.
This landscape image was directly displayed in front of Zhang Hanyun, causing her thoughts to return to the song.
"The sky is blue and waiting for the rain, and I am waiting for you
Smoke spirals up thousands of miles across the river
At the bottom of the bottle, Han Li is written, imitating the elegance of the previous dynasty
Just take it as my foreshadowing for meeting you
……”
In Jiang Sheng's voice that was as poetic as the misty rain, these words that Zhang Hanyun was usually familiar with.
Now that they were magically combined, she was completely immersed in the artistic conception of the song.
A misty and misty landscape painting of Jiangnan unfolded like a splash of ink.
In the Misty Rain Pavilion, a beautiful woman leaned against the side and betrothed her figure.
Just like the gloomy blue sky, waiting for the carefree heavy rain, the figure whose clothes were blown by the wind was also waiting for the return of her lover.
Beneath his feet was a mountain stream that flowed quietly on the rocks in the breeze. In front of him was the curling smoke that represented reunion and happiness.
The fluttering skirt was in the corner of the stream. Although the smoke was in front of him, it seemed to be thousands of miles away.
A piece of plain heart paper written by the window was like a diary with a young girl's worries, waiting for her lover.
Zhang Hanyun had heard and sung many love songs.
She didn't know that love could be described in such a beautiful and artistic way.
There was no mention of love, but it was full of emotions.
Everyone had expectations for love, but expectations could also be symbolized by the blue and white porcelain vase with Han Li characters at the bottom. This kind of thing had the unique charm of China. It was as if even love itself had instantly sublimated.
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