My Elder Sister is a Superstar

"Qin Baobao is here, still so beautiful."

"Her figure is so good that she can't be so long. Look at her long legs."

"Xu Lu is not as beautiful as her, which I have to admit."

"She's really unlucky. There's no chance of winning with Xu Lu."

"There's no way. How many fans does Xu Lu have? Half of them are for her. They put their wrists there."

"I'm also here for Xu Lu, but I'm her black fan, especially for her. But to be honest, that song just now is really good."

"What if Qin Baobao wants another song of departure?"

"She wants another song of departure. It's hard to say who wins or loses, but she chose to sing an antique song. Isn't it clear that she put her face up to Xu Lu?"

"Hehe, Li Xuegang expressed dissatisfaction." This is Qin Baobao's fan.

"It's really hard for her to win this time. Li Xuegang was a miracle, and the miracle can't happen again. However, her resurrection race is not hopeless. Li Rongxing can't do it, and Chen Xiaotong can always fight."

"Chen Xiaotong is also choking. The Queen's popularity is recovering, and her singing skills are good. Qin Baobao has no advantage."

Qin Ze followed the band teacher in place, and the camera would not be given to them, but focused on Qin Baobao, who slowly stepped onto the stage.

But the audience can see them. Peiziqi sat in the front row and glanced at the band teacher. He looked away faintly. Suddenly, he was stunned and turned his eyes back.

That is

What did Qin come for?

Pei Ziqi didn't remember Qin Ze's name, but she recognized Qin Ze's appearance. At least Qin Ze was also a handsome boy at the school grass level. He was no longer a passer-by who forgot at a glance.

Why is he here?

Is he a band teacher on TV?

Peiziqi was very curious. He remembered that Qin Ze was a student of the University of Finance and economics. How could a college student appear in that position. Completely unscientific.

It suddenly occurred to her that her brother's tutor was invited by her aunt. At that time, she thought that the tutor was recruited by her aunt through some recruitment website. At present, it seems that it is not so simple. However, a college student, how can he de get into the eyes of her little aunt.

When peiziqi was thinking, she suddenly heard the soothing music, and she was immediately attracted.

Not only her, but all the audience were stunned.

This prelude is surprisingly good.

Drums, flutes, triangle iron and Guqin interweave into Qingyue notes, like Ding Dong flowing spring water, especially the clear sound of guqin, giving people a strong classical flavor.

The soundtrack covers Chinese and Western instruments. Guqin is the leading instrument. Only with it can we integrate Chinese and Western instruments perfectly. Without it, the soundtrack will lose its classical flavor.

"The plain embryo outlines that the blue and white strokes turn from thick to light."

"The peony depicted in the bottle is just like your initial makeup."

"Ran Ran sandalwood's worries are clear to me through the window."

"Writing on rice paper is half done."

......

Peiziqi's face was stunned, and he immediately straightened up from the soft chair. Ying Ying's eyes stared at the bright Qin Baobao without blinking, and made a listening gesture.

The audience behind them, mostly like her, first looked casual. After the music sounded, they thought the accompaniment was very pleasant and charming. Then Qin Baobao sang, and the lyrics rolled on the teleprompter.

Flowery lyrics, classical music, magnetic with a soft voice.

Instantly attracted the audience.

"The sky is blue and waiting for the misty rain, while I'm waiting for you."

"The smoke curls up, thousands of miles across the river."

"At the bottom of the bottle, Han Li imitated the elegance of the previous dynasty."

"Just as I foreshadowed meeting you."

"The sky is blue, waiting for the misty rain, and I'm waiting for you."

"The moonlight was picked up and fainted."

"Like the handed down blue and white porcelain, it is beautiful for itself."

"Your eyes are smiling."

In the position of the band, Qin Ze closed his eyes and held the strings with his hands in accordance with the rhythm, hooking, picking, wiping, picking, holding, breaking, hitting, picking, and slowing down from time to time. The corners of his mouth unconsciously arouse a smile, and he is getting better.

Several band teachers around looked at him in surprise. The young man's level was OK.

Before going on stage, Qin Ze exchanged advanced Guqin playing skills with the system and was completely able to control this song. It's true that he wrote this song, but he is just a "transit station". The real creator comes from parallel space. He was shocked when he first heard this song, but at this time, as a member of the accompaniment, he felt completely different.

The charm of music is indeed endless.

Can Xu Lu's song really be compared with my blue and white porcelain?

My sister really has no chance of winning?

Don't you think "ink painting" is too crafty?

Don't you think it's a bit rough and hard to fill in words and blindly pursue rhetoric?

OK, let's speak with facts.

Please continue to listen.

Qin Zeqin's music suddenly like a gust of wind and rain, climbed to the peak little by little, and then turned sharply and fell, pattering.

"The koi, white and blue, leaped to the bottom of the bowl."

"When copying Song typeface, I miss you."

"Your secret hidden in the kiln for thousands of years."

"Extremely delicate, like an embroidery needle landing."

"Plantains outside the curtain cause showers, and the doorknocks cause coppery."

"And I offended you when I passed by that Jiangnan Town."

"In splash ink landscape painting."

"You are hidden from the depths of ink."

The audience was intoxicated, and they were unconsciously immersed in a touch of sadness. Seeing such a picture, the scenery in front of them spread out: the blue and black sky, misty rain, Jiangnan Town looming in rain and fog. Light rain is beating plantains, and the closed door is dyed with a layer of copper green.

There should be a girl holding an oil paper umbrella in the misty rain in the south of the Yangtze River, small bridges and flowing water, and bluestone road.

She should be as hazy and smart as the misty rain in the south of the Yangtze River, and wear a lady's dress.

She walked along the long path paved with bluestones.

The girl holding the oil paper umbrella is painted with ink.

She should be a passer-by, but she seems to be looking for something.

Maybe it's looking for the way home, or maybe it's looking for millennium love.

In this small town, looking for the secrets of thousands of years ago in the kiln?

There is also a need for a hero here, but there is no need for a hero.

It is sad, sad, elegant and refined.

"The sky is blue and waiting for the misty rain, while I'm waiting for you."

"The smoke curls up, thousands of miles across the river."

"At the bottom of the bottle, Han Li imitated the elegance of the previous dynasty."

"Just as I foreshadowed meeting you."

"The sky is blue and waiting for the misty rain, while I'm waiting for you."

"The moonlight was picked up and fainted."

"Like the handed down blue and white porcelain, it is beautiful for itself."

"Your eyes are smiling."

The gentle and euphemistic piano sound is getting lower and lower, and gradually disappears.

After singing, Qin Baobao suddenly covered his mouth and wet his eyes.

Peiziqi suddenly recovered from the sadness and the misty rain in the south of the Yangtze River. She slowly beat a cold cicada and got goose bumps.

At the scene, hundreds of spectators were silent.

Everyone seemed to fail to come out of the melancholy and sad song. Many emotional girls covered their mouths and wept.

backstage.

Huang Yuteng was excited: "the melody is gentle and euphemistic, elegant and refined, and the lyrics are better. The person who created this song is definitely a genius, no, a genius."

Li Rongxing is more boastful: "how can there be such a beautiful song, how can the words be written so well, sad, graceful and moving. God, I want to cover, I must cover."

Chen Xiaotong pointed to Qin Baobao on the screen and said with empathy, "I'm stuck in the song and can't pull it out."

Liu Xuegang couldn't help but think of the song "song of departure" that made him capsize in the gutter. Thinking of the young man who met just now, he had to admire, "genius, genius."

Xu Lu's face is very bad. It's not the camera. She's going to lift the table.

This song... She has no hope at all.

Qin Baobao adjusted his mood and said in a thick nasal voice, "thank you."

A moment later, applause broke out.

Everyone stood up and gave warm applause.

They didn't say much, just kept applauding to express their inner admiration. Their expressions are enough to show their surprise, admiration, appreciation and support at the moment

Qin Baobao stood in the center of the stage and accepted the applause of the audience with a smile.

Yin Jia came on stage, wiped his red eyes, and said with a smile, "just now, Yin Jia was down there. It was really crying."

The audience agreed.

Whether this girl is acting or sincere is unknown.

Then, Xu Lu came on stage, and she and Qin Baobao stood in the center of the stage.

It's time to vote.

The number of votes of the two people rose alternately. Soon, Xu Lu surpassed Qin Baobao, and she was firmly in the upper hand.

Xu Lu turned her head and looked at the big screen, relieved at the bottom of her heart, and unconsciously waved her smile around her mouth.

"To Xu Lu, I'm her fan, and I'm sure to support her."

"I support Qin Baobao. Her songs are so magical. From invisible wings to blue and white porcelain, every capital surprises me."

"Hey, Xu Lu is ahead. What's the matter?"

"Xu Lu is a frontline singer, and she can sing well."

"Fart, can her song compare with blue and white porcelain? Do you have ears?"

"Xu Lu, Xu Lu!"

"Big breasts, big breasts!"

The audience can't wait to fight.

Peiziqi frowned and hesitated, holding the voting machine.

Her best friend said, "Hey, I voted for Qin Baobao."

"What she sang was so beautiful that I cried."

"Ziqi, who do you vote for?"

"Well, aren't you a fan of Xu Lu? Why are you hesitating?"

"It seems that Qin Baobao is dead. Xu Lu has more votes than her."

Peiziqi said angrily, "shut up."

In her mind, the melody and lyrics of blue and white porcelain came to mind, and she remembered the impulse that had just come close to tears. He gritted his teeth and voted for Qin Baobao.

Although I vote for you, I still hate you.

When voting in the middle and late stage, Xu Lu's support rate showed a weak state. On the contrary, Qin Baobao had a strong momentum and soared all the way.

Qin Baobao caught up.

Qin Baobao is super.

Xu Lu's face turned black, so don't mention how anxious she was.

She came with a new song to promote her new album. She can't lose in terms of self-development or self-esteem. The painstaking new song was overwhelmed by the same kind of songs on the program. Will her new album be released. The company tilted so many resources to her

Vote for me quickly.

What do you eat.

I'm a first-class star.

Do you call yourself a fan.

Suddenly, Yin Jia said loudly, "OK, the vote is closed."

On the big screen, the voting results came out.

Many people turned pale.

Many people are excited and want to dance.

Qin Baobao: 208 tickets.

Xu Lu: 186 votes.

More than 100 abstentions.

Yin Jiaxuan preached, "the final result is... Qin Baosheng."

Applause broke out and the audience cheered.

The atmosphere was warm.