People are running for men, and Bai Mengyan is crying at the beginning

[Hahahaha, it’s hard to comment]

[At that moment, Xiang Long probably thought of hundreds of words in his mind, but he couldn’t say them out.]

[I don’t think this song is difficult to criticize, I just think it’s unpleasant to listen to]

[What did Hu Keqing sing just now? 】

[The most important thing is, looking at her expression at the end, she seemed very satisfied]

[Actually, this song still has some thought in it, but it’s too highbrow.]

[In other words, Xiang Long has a good character and didn’t add insult to injury. If it were me, I would just say, ‘What rubbish is written?’]

Seeing Xiang Long’s interview backstage, netizens all started complaining mode.

There was no way, the song Hu Keqing just played was too abstract, and it could compete with a certain three-year-old chess player.

recording scene,

Xiang Long also appeared on the main stage.

“Let’s welcome the up-and-coming music talent, Xiang Long! Welcome!”

Compared to Hu Keqing, He Ling was much more enthusiastic when introducing Xiang Long.

“Thank you, thank you everyone, thank you Teacher He.”

Xiang Long smiled and said hello to everyone.

“How’s it going, little elephant, are you nervous coming to the singer-songwriter stage?”

He Ling asked with a smile.

“It’s okay. I’m a big-hearted person and I’m not afraid of situations like this.”

As he spoke, Xiang Long handed the microphone forward and started interacting with the audience loudly:

“Hey everyone, you’ve listened to six songs now, are you tired?”

“Not tired!”

The audience in the audience shouted in unison.

“Sorry, my ears are not very good and I didn’t hear clearly. Are you tired?”

Xiang Long asked loudly again deliberately.

“Not tired!!”

Everyone also responded louder in response.

“Okay, this time I heard the friends in front say that they are not tired. What about the friends in the back? Let me hear your voices. Are you tired?”

Xiang Long came to the side of the stage, held the microphone in his left hand and handed it to the audience, and put his right hand to his ear as if listening.

“Not tired!!!”

This time, the audience’s response was so overwhelming that it almost brought down the studio’s dome.

“Okay, since everyone is not tired yet, I’m relieved, because this song will be a rock song later. If everyone is tired, they may not be able to shout with me and feel the charm of this song.”

Hearing Xiang Long’s words, the audience immediately cheered.

After the torture of Hu Keqing’s “Thousand Planes” just now, everyone at this time desperately hoped for a normal song to wash their ears.

…

Backstage,

Looking at Xiang Long mingling with the audience, everyone who had finished singing had different expressions.

Li Jian and other three gold medal composers were very indifferent. They had already experienced various big scenes, and they just looked at this scene with a smile.

Su Jie and Yu Wen were a little worse, both looked envious.

“Xiang Long has such stage appeal.”

Yu Wen blinked his big black eyes and murmured to himself.

Because of her introverted personality, even on the stage, she is only more open-minded when singing. After singing, she will return to the state of a little quail.

Su Jie also nodded with concern and said: “I feel that when Xiang Long holds a concert in the future, the atmosphere will definitely be very good.”

Stage appeal is a natural thing. Some people can make the audience laugh even if they are just chatting on the stage. However, even if someone sings at the top of their lungs on the stage, the audience below will be listless.

Xiang Long undoubtedly belongs to the former.

Hearing Yu Wen and Su Jie’s praise of Xiang Long, Hu Keqing pursed her lips tightly and turned pale.

In her opinion, Xiang Long’s behavior was not a stage appeal at all. It was purely a deliberate move to please the audience and get high votes.

‘Humph, these are just tricks that don’t work on the stage. These 500 audience members are all professional musicians and will not be fooled by your tricks at all! ’

Hu Keqing clenched her fists and sneered secretly.

…

At home in Hangzhou.

Watching Xiang Long interact with the audience on the stage, Bai Lu also felt so immersed in it that she shouted along with the audience:

“I’m not tired either!”

After shouting, he sat down on the sofa and laughed.

Father Bai, who was originally in the bedroom, came out quickly when he heard his daughter’s cry. Then he saw her staring at the TV with excitement on her face.

On the screen, it was Xiang Long being interviewed by He Ling.

“well……”

Seeing this scene, Bai’s father let out a sigh of relief.

immediately,

When he thought of something, he quickly took out the small notebook he had always prepared from his pocket and wrote a ‘poem’:

“Time is like a wild ass,”

“White Hong walks on slush.”

“The day my daughter is red,”

“That’s the countermeasures thing.”

After writing, a satisfied smile suddenly appeared on his face, he patted the notebook and sighed: “What a poem! What a poem!”

Feeling

After that, looking at Bai Lu whose eyes were still glued to the TV, Bai’s father moved in his heart and thought to himself, good boy, don’t you want to snatch your daughter from me? Then I will test you again.

After thinking about it, he said to Bai Lu: “Yanyan, I have written a new poem. I will show it to the little elephant when you have time.”

“Oh, I see…huh?”

Bai Lu responded subconsciously, then realized something and turned her head to look at her father in surprise:

“Comrade Bai Zhengkuan, do you still want to show Lili your ‘poetry’?”

The last time she sent Xiang Long’s evaluation of the poem “Sashimi is dead fish” to Bai’s father, she made Bai’s mother laugh for a while.

Everyone can see that there is nothing professional in Xiang Long’s evaluation. There is only one word between the lines – lick.

As for why I lick, it’s self-evident.

Bai Lu didn’t believe that Father Bai couldn’t understand.

However,

Father Bai’s face straightened:

“What’s wrong with showing Xiao Xiang the poem I wrote? Xiao Xiang is a professional in the field of poetry. I showed the poem he wrote to the teachers of our Jiang Province Modern Poetry Association. They all said that the poem was very well written. Well – from this point of view, the little elephant’s high evaluation of my poem is also an attempt to rectify the name.”

Hearing this, Bai Lu was dumbfounded.

“No, Dad, do you still take those comments Lili said seriously?”

“Of course I won’t take it all seriously. I know that because of you, the little elephant must have some innate affection for my poems, but those comments can’t be all false, right?”

Father Bai had an expression of “I know it well”: “Not to mention 28 to 80, there is always a true to false ratio of 37 to 30, right?”

“It’s still thirty-seven…”

Bai Lu almost laughed, it was all exaggerated!

She knew what Xiang Long thought of that poem in the first place, and the phrase “poetry expresses one’s ambition” is still a good weapon for her to use to threaten Xiang Long.

But since she had promised Xiang Long not to tell anyone about this matter, she naturally would not go back on her word. She could only hold back a smile and nodded, as if coaxing a child and said:

“Yes, yes, Lili is an honest person. Her evaluation is 30% true and 70% false…”

Before she finished speaking, she was interrupted by Father Bai:

“You kid, what is 30% true and 70% false? It’s clearly 70% true and 30% false!”

? ? ? ? ?

Bai Lu: “…”

Dad, it seems that you really have no idea about the level of your own poetry!

Xiang Long’s performance was about to begin on the stage. She was too lazy to say anything more and responded directly:

“Whatever makes you happy, give me the poem and I will let Lili read it.”

Father Bai immediately tore off a page from the small notebook, handed it to Bai Lu, and at the same time ordered:

“Don’t repeat what the little elephant said to you this time. What if you forget something again… It’s better to ask him to write it down and send it to you, or send it to me.”

Bai Lu rolled her eyes, and when she saw that the music had started, she quickly waved her hand.

Seeing Bai Lu’s appearance, Bai’s father felt that his little cotton-padded jacket was no longer leaky, but had turned into a large vest.

…

on the stage,

The prelude music of “Boundless Sea and Sky” has already sounded.