“Ancient rule, the first month is forbidden to get married.”

“There is a saying among the people that ‘raising the head is red’, which means that getting married in the first month of the month is too old, which is not conducive to the descendants.”

Pan Wanshan gasped.

Continue:

“Especially on the eighteenth day of the first month, for the breaking of the sun, it is most forbidden to encounter funerals.”

“But the last sentence of the lyrics is ‘sorghum lifting’.”

“The so-called ‘sorghum lifting’ refers to rolling yellow paper with sorghum stalks to lift the soul of a person who has a hate.”

“Even more unlucky.”

Pan Wanshan is nearly sixty years old.

Songwriter again.

The knowledge is relatively wide, folk traditions and customs, and the understanding is relatively large.

The name of Leng Chao’s song is “囍”.

The background video is also full of joy.

The first sentence that can be thrown.

It’s that unlucky.

That’s why he gaffed just now.

“Huh?”

Peng Zhengyi was directly dumbfounded.

This lyric, there is so much attention?

It seems that this cold song is a little unsimple.

“It is said that this Leng Chao is not an unusual path.”

“I didn’t expect it to be so unusual!”

Pan Wanshan couldn’t help but sigh.

Keep listening.

But what he didn’t expect was.

Just now, his surprised expression was captured by Wang Ning and the camera team and broadcast live.

“Lift up in red…”

“One foot and one hate…”

“Hurriedly cut…”

Right now.

Leng Chao sang the second sentence.

Because he sang in the Wu dialect, with a bit of a sense of drama.

The tune is not high, and the singing is slow.

In addition, Leng Chao’s voice is very transparent.

Listen to the ears of the audience.

I only felt a faint feeling of coldness, and my scalp began to tingle.

“Lie down, open your mouth and kneel.”

“Did Leng Chao learn to sing? That’s so nice. ”

“This is not a play, it is the dialect of Wudi.”

“Lying in the groove, and putting the dialect in the song, it is worthy of Leng Chao.”

“It’s beautiful.”

“I got goosebumps.”

“Brothers, it makes my scalp tingle.”

“Did you just see Pan Wanshan’s expression?”

“See, surprised little expression.”

“It should be the same as us, shocked by how Leng Chao sang so well.”

Netizens have not noticed anything unusual at the moment.

I just simply think that Leng Chao sings well.

But the judges on the bench.

But I realized something was wrong.

Since ancient times, the bride was married.

There is a tradition of embroidering wedding dresses for themselves.

Stitch.

Embroidery is joy.

And in this song.

It turned out to be “one foot and one hate”.

It seems to have a deep meaning.

But obviously on the background screen, He Xi’s people are endless, joyful.

This….

“Cut good people…”

“Why don’t you return…”

“Pretend to be open…”

Leng Chao sang here in a dialect with a strong ancient charm.

The whole tone was caught off guard.

“Gossane, red sandalwood…”

“Say it lightly…”

“It’s hard to guess…”

It was directly converted to familiar Mandarin.

The middle connection is natural and smooth, and there are no flaws.

“This singing skill, yes.”

Some of the judges nodded secretly.

But their heads were just down, and they didn’t have time to lift them.

The tune that was still soothing just now became urgent in an instant.

It’s so rapid that you can’t help but breathe.

Everyone looked up sharply.

Leng Chao’s singing voice was like a storm.

With an unspeakable depression rushed to his face.

He!

Unexpectedly!

Singing rap again!!

“Listen…”

“When the hour is three miles away, turn up…”

“Pingy…”

“The sound of horses’ hooves is gradually rising, and the words are open…”

“It’s too late, it’s fast, push the door and open the fog…”

“The wild cats followed a few streets, and the neck of the tree was crooked…”

“Look at her waiting…”

“This village is also strange, close all the doors…”

Hiss~

The more the judges listened, the more wrong it became.

The sound of horses’ hooves is gradual.

The marrying procession arrived.

I don’t like it, but it’s “sad and open”.

The bride got up the sedan and there was no procession to send off relatives.

There was not even one to watch the excitement, and the villagers all closed the door.

The wildcat followed a few streets.

Cats are yin.

There is a legend in folklore that wild cats are evil.

It follows the greeting procession, doesn’t it…

It’s terrifying.

But look at the huge background screen behind Leng Chao.

It’s time to wear red colors and be full of friends.

People seem to be talking and laughing.

It’s all joyful.

Lyrics and background are contrasted.

The judges felt that the atmosphere was even more strange.

But the singing continues.

“It’s Wang Ergou’s shoes again, left outside the house…”

“Left alone, she remembers…”

“Skin-to-skin love belongs beyond right and wrong…”

“This doesn’t…”

“Dismount…”

“The official laughed…”

Hear it here.

Even netizens sensed that something was wrong.

“Isn’t this song called ‘Shun’? Why do you sound so flustered? ”

“What’s going on? The background video is obviously very festive, but I always feel very sad when I listen to it. ”

“My hair is standing up.”

“I have a feeling of chill in the back of my head.”

“Is this really a wedding?”

Among many netizens.

There are still some who understand old folklore.

“It’s certainly not a normal wedding.”

“Wild cats are ominous, and they are most willing to follow things with heavy yin qi.”

“On the eighteenth day of the first month, it is from five to seven o’clock in the morning, and it is appropriate to start the earth, which is the best time for funeral.”

This statement came out.

Netizens directly exploded.

My heart instantly bristled.

Look at Leng Chao on the stage again.

He stood center of the stage from the beginning.

He never moved his footsteps again.

Half of his body is bathed in stage lights.

Half of his body was engulfed in darkness.

No superfluous movements, just selfless singing.

After a stormy rap.

The melody slows down again.

He slowly pronounced in the Wu dialect:

“The official thought happily for a long time.”

“Just hum out a sadness.”

Just when everyone thought he was going to continue to chant.

Leng Chao’s singing voice sounded again.

“She couldn’t answer again this time…”

“She laughed and cried…”

“Guess how she laughed and cried…”

“Crying…”

“Look how she is crying and laughing…”

Now.

Background screen.

Inside the lobby full of friends.

The groom is dressed in a big red shirt, holding the red end of the red silk tied into a large flower in both hands.

And the red silk that should have been held by the bride pulled red on the other end.

But strangely dragged on the ground.

This wedding.

There is no bride at all.

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