My Sister is a Superstar

“Qin Baobao is here, still so beautiful.”

“The figure is so good that you can see how her long legs can be so long.”

“Xu Lu is not as beautiful as she is. I have to admit that.”

“She is really unlucky, and Xu Lu PK, there is no chance of winning.”

“I can’t help it. How many fans Xu Lu has? Half of them are for her. There they are. ”

“I’m here for Xu Lu, too, but I’m her black powder. I’m special for her. But to tell you the truth, that song was really good

“What if Qin Baobao had another farewell song.”

“She wants to have another farewell song. It’s hard to say who wins or who loses. But she chooses to sing the old style songs. Isn’t it clear that she puts her face together to let Xu Lu fight.”

“Ha ha, Li Xuegang said that he was not satisfied.” This is a fan of Qin Baobao.

“It’s really hard for her to win this time. It was a miracle for Li Xuegang, and it can’t happen again. However, her resurrection game is not without hope, Li Rongxing can not do, Chen Xiaotong can always fight. ”

“Chen Xiaotong, she is also tough, after the recovery of popularity, singing is good, Qin Baobao has no advantage.”

Qin Ze is in position with the band teacher. The camera will not give them, but focus on Qin Baobao who is slowly stepping onto the stage.

But the audience could see them. Pei Ziqi sat in the front row, glanced at the teacher of the band. He put aside his eyes lightly. Suddenly, he was stunned and turned his eyes back.

What did Qin come from?

Pei Ziqi doesn’t remember Qin Ze’s name, but she knows what Qin Ze looks like. Anyway, Qin Ze is also a handsome boy at school grass level, and is no longer a passer-by who forgets at a glance.

How could he be here?

He’s a band teacher on TV?

Pei Ziqi was 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. It’s completely unscientific.

She suddenly thought that her brother’s tutor was invited by my aunt. At that time, she thought that the tutor she recruited through some recruitment website was not so simple. However, a college student, he de how can enter her aunt’s eye.

When Pei Ziqi was dreaming, she suddenly heard the soothing and melodious music, and she was immediately attracted.

Not only she, but all the audience were stunned.

The prelude was surprisingly good.

Drum, flute, triangle iron and Guqin are interwoven into Qingyue notes, which are like dingdong flowing spring water, especially the clear guqin, which gives people a strong classical flavor.

The score includes Chinese and Western musical instruments. Guqin is the leading instrument. Only with it can the Chinese and Western instruments be perfectly integrated. Without it, the score will lose its classical flavor.

“Green embryo outlines blue and white, thick to light.”

“The peony depicted in the bottle is just like your first makeup.”

“Ran Ran sandalwood through the window, my mind is clear.”

“The writing on Xuan paper is half done here.”

…

Pei Ziqi’s face was stunned, and he immediately straightened up from the soft chair. He looked at Qin Baobao without blinking and listened.

Most of the audience behind her are just like her. At first, they look casual. After the music starts, they think the accompaniment is very pleasant and has a lasting appeal. Then Qin Baobao began to sing, and the lyrics were rolling on the teleprompter.

Rhetoric gorgeous lyrics, classical music, magnetic mixed with a soft voice.

The audience was immediately attracted.

“The sky is blue and I’m waiting for you.”

“Smoke curls up from the kitchen, thousands of miles across the river.”

“On the bottom of the bottle, Han Li imitates the elegance of the previous dynasty.”

“Just as I foreshadowed meeting you.”

“The sky is blue and I’m waiting for you.”

“The moon was picked up and the ending was dizzy.”

“Such as the blue and white porcelain handed down from generation to generation, they care for their own beauty.”

“You have a smile in your eyes.”

Qin Ze closed his eyes and moved the strings with his hands in accordance with the rhythm. He was able to hook, pick, wipe, pick, hold, break, beat and pick the strings. The corners of his mouth involuntarily sparked a smile, and gradually entered a happy life.

Several band teachers around me, surprised to see that the level of young people can ah.

Before he came to the stage, Qin Ze exchanged advanced Guqin playing skills with the system, and could control the song completely. This song is written by him, but he is just a “transit station”. The real creators come from parallel space. He listened to this song for the first time and was astonished. But at this time, as a member of the accompanist, he felt totally different.

The charm of music is endless.

Can Xu Lu’s songs really compare with my blue and white porcelain?

Does my sister really have no chance of winning?

Don’t you think the craftsmanship of “ink painting” is too strong?

Don’t you think it’s a bit hard to put together the words and just pursue the rhetoric?

Well, let’s talk about the facts.Please continue to listen.

Qin Ze’s music suddenly like wind and rain, a little bit to climb the peak, and then quickly turn down, patter.

“The white and green Koi leapt at the bottom of the bowl.”

“I miss you when I copy the song style.”

“You’ve been hiding in the kiln for thousands of years.”

“Very delicate, like an embroidery needle landing.”

“The banana outside the curtain causes the rain, and the doorkeeper makes the green.”

“And I offended you when I passed by that small town in the south of the Yangtze River.”

“In the ink splashing landscape painting.”

“You are hidden from the dark.”

The audience were infatuated, and they were unconsciously immersed in the faint sadness. Seeing such a picture, the scenery in front of them spread out: the blue and black sky, misty rain, and the small town in the south of the Yangtze River loomed in the rain and fog. Light rain hit banana, closed door, door ring dyed with a layer of copper green.

Jiangnan misty rain, small bridge water, Qingshiban Road, there should be a girl holding an oil paper umbrella.

She wants to have the misty and nimble like the misty rain in the south of the Yangtze River, and she is wearing a lady’s uniform.

She walked through a long path of slate.

The girl holding an oil paper umbrella is painted with blue ink.

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

Maybe it’s looking for a way home, or maybe looking for a thousand years of 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, but there is no need for a hero.

It is sad, sad, elegant and refined.

“The sky is blue and I’m waiting for you.”

“Smoke curls up from the kitchen, thousands of miles across the river.”

“On the bottom of the bottle, Han Li imitates the elegance of the previous dynasty.”

“Just as I foreshadowed meeting you.”

“The sky is blue and I’m waiting for you.”

“The moon was picked up and the ending was dizzy.”

“Such as the blue and white porcelain handed down from generation to generation, they care for their own beauty.”

“You have a smile in your eyes.”

The gentle and euphemistic tone of the piano is getting lower and lower, and gradually disappears.

After singing, Qin Baobao suddenly covers his mouth and his eyes are moist.

Pei Ziqi suddenly regained consciousness, from that kind of sadness, filled with Jiangnan misty rain atmosphere, she slowly hit a cold cicada, a goose bumps.

The scene, hundreds of audience, a silence.

Everyone seems to have failed to come out of the melancholy sad song, many emotional girls, covering their mouths in tears.

Backstage.

Huang Yuteng was excited: “the melody is gentle and euphemistic, elegant and refined, and the lyrics are better. The person who wrote this song is absolutely a genius, no, a genius. ”

Li Rongxing is more boastful: “how can there be such a good song, how can the lyrics be written so well, sad and sad, tactfully moving. God, I’m going to cover it. I’m going to cover it. ”

Chen Xiaotong pointed to the screen of Qin Baobao, feeling the same way: “trapped in the song can not pull out.”

Liu Xuegang can’t help but think of the song of departure, which made his boat capsize in the gutter. He also recalled the young man who met him just now. He had to admire him, “ghost talent, ghost talent.”

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

This song… She’s hopeless.

Qin Baobao adjusted his mood, and his nasal voice was thick and heavy: “thank you.”

A moment later, the applause broke out.

All of them stood up and gave warm applause.

They don’t have too many words, just keep clapping to express their inner admiration. Their expressions are enough to show their exclamation, admiration, admiration and support…

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

Yin Jia took the stage, wiped his red eyes, and said with a smile, “Yin Jia was down here just now. I really heard her cry.”

The audience agreed.

It’s not clear whether the girl is acting or really.

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

It’s time to vote.

The votes of the two men 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. She was relieved, and the smile of her mouth was unconsciously waving.

“To Xu Lu. I’m a fan of her. I’m sure to support her.”

“I support Qin Baobao. Her songs are so amazing. From invisible wings to blue and white porcelain, every capital makes me amazing.”

“Well, Xu Lu is ahead. What’s going on?”

“Xu Lu is a good singer.”

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

“Xu Lu, Xu Lu!”

“Baby Qin, baby Qin!”

The audience wanted to fight.

Pei Ziqi wrinkled delicate eyebrows, holding the voting machine, hesitant.”Ah, I’ve given it to Qin Baobao.”

“She sang so well that she made me cry.”

“Ziqi, who do you vote for?”

“Well, aren’t you a fan of Xu Lu? Why are you still hesitating? ”

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

Pei Ziqi said angrily, “shut up.”

In her mind came the melody and lyrics of blue and white porcelain, and the impulse of nearly tears. A bite of teeth, vote for Qin Baobao.

I don’t like songs. I vote for you, but I still hate you.

At the middle and later stages of voting, Xu Lu’s support rate showed a weak state. In contrast, Qin Baobao’s momentum was strong and soared all the way.

Qin Baobao is catching up.

Qin Baobao is super.

Xu Lu’s face is black, don’t mention how anxious she is.

She came with a new song, in order to promote her new album, whether it is self-development, or self-esteem, she can not lose. The new songs with painstaking efforts have been overwhelmed by similar songs on the program. Will her new album be released. The company has allocated so many resources to her…

vote for me.

What do you eat.

I’m a first-line star.

You guys call yourself my fans.

Suddenly, Yin Jia said in a loud voice, “OK, the voting is closed.”

On the big screen, the results of the vote came out.

A lot of people turned pale.

A lot of people are excited to dance.

Qin Baobao: 208 tickets.

Xu Lu: 186 votes.

More than 100 votes abstained.

Yin Jiaxuan preached: “the final result is… Qin Baobao wins.”

The applause broke out and the audience cheered.

The atmosphere was warm.