Hard work is a male god: hard work will pay off

Chapter 73 I am humble but dare not forget to worry about the country, Gao Yin shows the audience
"Then please."

Li Yu just heard Guofeng's original song, his eyes lit up, and he immediately became interested.

Teacher P also watched Teacher Li Yugang control the live broadcast, and he didn't mind.

Usually water friends can see him anytime they want to see, but Teacher Li Yugang is not so easy to see.

Teacher Li Yugang is willing to show, how could he mind.

"The title of this song sounds like it's related to an actor."

"You'll know it when you hear it."

"Put on your headphones, Nuan Yang is about to start the show."

"Come, come, let me hear the singing skills of a national-level singer."

The barrage began to surge.

Scrolling begins on the channel's public screen.

Song Name: "Red Ling"

Composer: Warm Sun and First Snow

Lyricist: Warm Sun and First Snow

Singing: Warm Sun and First Snow

The prelude of the song is tactful as soon as it comes up, and the melody is sad.

Accompanied by the soaring high-pitched sound at the beginning of "Woo-woo-woo--".

In just a moment, countless viewers who were watching or listening had goosebumps on their bodies.

"Ah~I don't know where the love started~It goes deeper and deeper~"

The ups and downs of the singing are full of sadness.

This unmistakable Kunqu opera singing made Li Yugang tremble all over, showing a shocked look in his eyes.

He knew that Nuanyang Chuxue was an out-and-out musical genius, but now he realized that he had still far underestimated this young man.

This grasp of falsetto is far above him.

Teacher P is a little confused, he only knows that the high pitch is awesome.

"Is this how Kunqu opera is sung?"

"666666"

"It's amazing to sing well."

"My grandma also came to listen."

"You tell me this is a 20-year-old sophomore?"

"My teacher is here, and everyone has to call him teacher."

The barrage immediately started swiping the screen, 666 of which were all over the screen.

"When the play breaks, the water sleeves rise and fall."

"Singing joys and sorrows, singing parting and parting, has nothing to do with me."

"The fans open and close, the gongs and drums sound and then remain silent."

"The love in the play, the outsider, who can say—"

After the opening of the ups and downs of Kunqu Opera, the singing voice became mellow and tender, with sadness contained in it.

The audience present seemed to have forgotten that they were watching the live broadcast, and everything around them disappeared.

And in front of him, there seemed to be a stage, and an actor in a costume was dancing and singing alone on the stage.

The sound of the opera is high-pitched and deafening, but it also contains a sadness that is difficult to dissipate.

Between the opening and closing of the fan, the sound of gongs and drums sounded until it disappeared. No one can tell whether they are outsiders or insiders about the content of the opera and the people listening to the opera.

"The lyrics are really an opera singer."

"It's really strong."

"My grandfather also came to listen."

"As a 17-year-old young man, is there any problem with liking opera accents?"

"I understand why my ancestors like to listen to opera."

Just a few lines of lyrics brought the audience into the song, making countless audiences goosebumps.

"A cup of tea outside Jinghu Lake is still warm."

"I am used to blending emotions, anger, sorrow, and joy into ink and ink."

"So what if you sing through the clichés."

"The bones and ashes are mine."

"Duckweed endures watching beacon fires burn mountains and rivers in troubled times."

"I am humble, but I dare not forget to worry about the country."

"Even if no one knows me."

Accompanied by the singing of Nuanyang Chuxue slowly rising, the singing became passionate.

The singing voice, which was like a gift from heaven, completely released the tragic atmosphere.

I am humble and dare not forget to worry about the country!
Even if no one knows me! !

In troubled times, even an unknown actor who was called a low-ranking actor in ancient times and was looked down upon by countless people, never dared to forget the safety of the country.

In troubled times, even if no one will remember him, he can fight the enemy bravely for the country without hesitation,
Countless audience members trembled, feeling their heads buzzing.

It's like seeing an actor in a troubled world, facing countless enemies watching his opera performance, lighting a fire and giving his life.

The fighting spirit displayed in it moved everyone.

Li Yugang clenched his fists tightly at this moment, his eyes were extremely excited.

In modern times, due to the rise of the entertainment industry and celebrity culture, celebrities are shrouded in countless auras and have become objects of envy and admiration for countless people.

There are also existences like him that have been criticized since his debut, saying that he is a sissy and that he is pretending to be a woman.

But in Li Yugang's heart, no matter whether he is ashamed or not, when the country is in crisis, he must not forget the fundamentals of being a human being.

At this moment, the originally passionate melody suddenly stopped.

"The people in the audience walked by~the old color is not seen~"

"People on stage sang heartbreaking farewell songs."

"Love words are hard to write, and she must use blood to reconcile her singing."

"Who is the guest when the curtain starts and the curtain ends?"

"Love and regret seriously.",

"Looking back is an illusion."

"what--"

Nuanyang Chuxue's ethereal and melodious female opera voice suddenly sounded, as if singing.

In the end, he switched to Kunqu opera singing, soaring a terrifying treble.

The voice is melodious, long and delicate, like a clear spring, the shocking treble pierces through the eardrums of countless people and resounds in the mind.

"Hi~"

At this moment, countless people gasped.

At this time, audiences all over the country who are watching the live broadcast, friends, family members and passers-by around are lucky enough to hear this song.

At this time, they couldn't help pricking up their ears, appreciating this terrifying drama.

"God, I'm numb."

"Who dares to say that it's not me who is in a hurry with the real national team with this drama!"

"Can this lyrics, this melody, this singing skill, this song really be created by one person?"

"20-year-old national singer, well-deserved reputation!"

"Will I be able to grab tickets to Nuan Yang's concert in the future?"

The ultimate singing skills convinced all the audience who were watching the live broadcast.

At this time, Luo Xin was fascinated by listening, and her peach blossom eyes shone brightly.

The child Nuanyang Chuxue seemed to be like a never-ending treasure, bringing her unexpected surprises time and time again.

This kind of gem that has already bloomed with light must not be buried.

As long as Nuanyang Chuxue decides to embark on the path of a musician, she will definitely help her remove the obstacles on her way forward.

It is enough for Nuanyang Chuxue to show off his amazing talent.

And the singing of Nuanyang Chuxue is still going on.

The lyrics began to repeat, but they were still powerful.

At the end of the lyrics, countless people thought that the song was simply repeated like this.

"Remorse and seriousness."

"Looking back is an illusion."

"I also asked Qing Huang."

"I also sang about the rise and fall."

"If you are ruthless and if you are sentient, how can you think about it?"

"If you are ruthless and if you are sentient, how do you think about it—"

The angry voice mixed in the opera accent brought the emotions to a new climax.

The treble that seemed to break through the sky was imprinted in the minds of countless people like a gust of wind and rain, and it was unforgettable.

All the audience's hairs stood on end at this moment, and their hearts were unbearably excited.

Teacher P and Li Yugang felt their scalps go numb from the final high note, and they couldn't help but stood up with expressions of shock.

It's just that after the burst of high notes, it stopped suddenly, as if the opera had stopped.

"Looking at Yanyun, looking at the sound of Bianliang's dream."

The singing voice suddenly changed from passionate to low, as if saying goodbye to the stage for the last time.

No matter how good an opera is, there will be a day when the curtain ends, and the people in the opera will disperse.

　This is Tan Jing's version of Chi Ling, you can listen to it if you are interested.

　　
　
(End of this chapter)