My Sister is a Big Star

  More than half of the scene lights went out, but there was a brilliant light on the other side of the stage, beams of light shone on the beauty who was slowly on stage, illuminating her cheongsam printed and dyed with ink painting. The mountains are ridged, the ancient pine is vigorous, and the freehand brushwork is far away.

  Beauty is like a flower, adding a classic and elegant beauty.

  The audience burst into cheers, and she was really surprised by her dressing up.

"So beautiful."

"My Goddess."

   "The costumes are stunning."

  "The figure is still much worse than that of Baby Qin."

   "Xu Lu is so beautiful, this dress, tsk tsk, explode any uniforms."

  "Chinese cheongsam still has a taste."

   "Haha, after this episode, a treasure is going to release the same style as Xu Lu."

  For a moment, a tender guzheng sounded, and then erhu, piano, flute...

   "The first break of the shower,"

  "The water on the lake is rippling."

  "Half a life is tired, but in vain"

  "A oiled paper umbrella on a bluestone board."

  "Painting the screen and wearing thin smoke,"

   "It's hard for Danqing to draw your face."

   "Ink and ink, it's hard to hide your face."

  Xu Lu's singing voice is long and long, with strong ancient style, good music and good lyrics, and good people. Classical music, a unique sad and melancholic atmosphere. Traditional Chinese music differs from Western music in terms of melody, scale, timbre, and rhythm. Pay attention to a "purity"!

  The guzheng is the guzheng, and the erhu is the erhu. The single instrument performance gives people a pure sense of hearing: light, slow, sad, and uplifting. Without the hustle and bustle of rock and roll, the messy, single, and pure without accompaniment. It is another kind of auditory enjoyment.

  The audience closed their eyes intoxicated, listening to the beautiful notes played by classical instruments and Xu Lu’s magnetic sad singing.

Backstage.

  Huang Yuteng closed his eyes and focused on listening to music.

  Li Rongxing nodded himself: "Not bad. It's very flavorful."

  Chen Xiaotong echoed: "The classic taste is sketched out all at once."

Liu Xuegang is a rock and roll player, he can’t do classical music, but his appreciation ability is online. He commented: “The music is nice, gentle and melodious, and it gives people a touch of sadness. The words are also filled in, listening to the song, as if you are in the south of the Yangtze River. In the ancient times of the water village, holding an umbrella, walking on the bluestone road, the small bridge and the flowing water...a roll of ink painting is spreading out in front of my eyes."

  "A few dances broke the snow in the bottle,"

   "The more you think about it, the harder it is to write a story."

   "I'm afraid that if I use force, I will provoke the ink."

   "I can't draw anymore, so sad."

   "Draw it for you, and run aground."

   "It's more than a window, it can't hide me."

   "Cut a light, cut it continuously."

   "Ink and ink, it's hard to hide your beauty."

  "Make a picture for you, Danqing ink and wash."

  The voice gradually became low and low until it disappeared.

  Sing a song.

  Xu Lu's flirtatious flirting hair, slightly bowed, "Thank you everyone."

   "Papa Papa..."

  The applause resembling a gust of wind and rain, and it resembles a wave of waves pushing and surging. The camera deliberately passed over the faces of the audience, recording their excited and enthusiastic facial expressions. When the camera passed Qin Ze, he symbolically showed a "moving" smile.

  Xu Lu left the stage, the applause and cheers of the audience stopped for a while, the residual heat was still there, they talked with each other:

   "This song is too artistic."

   "Xu Lu sings well."

   "I like ancient songs, what an artistic conception, and the feeling is so wonderful."

   "Just for this song, Xu Lu's new album must be bought."

  "Road turns to fans."

   "Black turns to fans, Xu Lu is good at singing, how could she pretend to sing before."

   "Hey, which singer hasn't pretended to sing, she is unlucky, just exposed."

   "But how do I think the lyrics are a bit clumsy and flashy."

   "Bah, what do you know."

"Gun Duzi, I am in Chinese, I don't understand? The lyrics are just a piece of cake, pursuing rhetoric. The tune is good, but not as good as I imagined. It can't give me the artistic conception of a water town in the south of the Yangtze River and a splash of ink. A bit disappointed. ."

  "This is already very good. I don't think it is any worse than "Smoky Clouds". I dare not say that it is a golden song. It is definitely a boutique. You are not satisfied with this. If you have the ability, you can fill in a poem."

   "youkanyouupnokannobb!"

  Qin Ze was clever, and suddenly heard a few young people talking in the back row:

   "Hey, Baby Qin seems to be singing ancient style songs this time."

   "Who told you that."

  "Have you not followed Baby Qin's Weibo?"

   "Yes, but I haven't seen her post related Weibo."

   "Oh, it's not Baby Qin's Weibo, it's her brother."

  A girl stunned: "She really has a brother."

   "It seems to have, she said so herself, she and her brother also interacted on Weibo, it is not known whether it is true or not."

  "I think it's fake. Is her brother so good? Someone has said on the Internet that there can be no such good people. It is rare among songwriters in the industry."

   "Who knows, she will be the next one anyway."

  As a result, after ten minutes, Baby Qin did not appear on stage.

  Something seemed to happen in the background, and Yin Jia also left.

"What happened?"

   "What's wrong? It hasn't started yet?"

  "Record the show, it's normal, wait a minute."

  Many viewers stood up, looked around, and talked a lot.

After another five minutes or so, Yin Jia returned to the stage and smiled: "Audience, the pianist of our band accidentally suffered some injuries and has been sent to the hospital. The new pianist is about to fill his seat, so please stay calm. "

  The audience had an explanation, and they suddenly stopped panicking. But Qin Ze felt like he was going to be finished.

  He then left the seat in the name of going to the toilet and touched the backstage. The entrance was guarded by staff, and the audience could not enter.

   "Non-workers are not allowed to enter." The staff guarding the entrance pointed to the warning sign and blocked Qin Ze's path.

  The surrounding lighting engineers, cameramen, and other staff also looked over.

   "Back to the audience, you can't enter here." A middle-aged uncle with a work card hung up and waved his hand unhappily to signal to rush people.

  "I’m the staff of StarArt Entertainment. If you have something to ask Baby Qin, you can inform. Or you can return the phone to me and I will contact myself." Qin Ze said nonsense without changing his face.

  Xingyi Entertainment has two singers in the background, besides their respective agents, there must be other entourage. Qin Ze's words are highly credible.

  The staff looked at him suspiciously. He was too young to face him.

  Qin Ze pointed to the staff on the left, and smiled: "I'll stand with them, don't worry! By the way, my name is Qin Ze."

  "Wait a moment." The staff greeted their colleagues and signaled that they are optimistic about Qin Ze, opened the door, and disappeared into the long walkway.

  At this time, the lounge.

  The cameraman turns off the machine. This is an accident when recording a program and cannot be taken.

  In the spacious and bright room, Li Yanhong communicated with the director, and there was a dispute.

   “Why is it that the equipment is smashed to the head,” Li Yanhong said loudly: “No, the fill-in player has not played the score at all. What should I do if I make a mistake when playing live? Will the audience still vote for the baby?”

  The director said helplessly: "No one can do anything about this. The head was smashed, and the person was sent to the hospital. Otherwise, remove the guqin part."

  Baby Qin said anxiously: "That won't work, the guqin occupies a large proportion of the music score. Without the guqin accompaniment, the music effect is greatly reduced."

  The pianist of the band was resting in the background, accidentally hitting the head with the overhead speaker, and fell into a coma on the spot, bleeding all over the place, and was taken to the hospital. Pianist and guqin player at the same time.

  The director immediately became impatient: "This is also not good, that is not good, do you want to find me a piano player?"

  Li Yanhong criticized: "Should your program team prevent such accidents? Why hasn't the replacement piano player ever played scores?"

  The director rolled his eyes: “Don’t tell me, I’ve done a show for so many years, and I’ve never encountered such a situation. Besides, yours is a new song. Change to another song, and the luthier will get started immediately.”

  Baby Qin bit her lip, her delicate and beautiful face was full of sadness.

  The program group has a replacement luthier, but she sings a new song, and the tune is also new. If you change to other songs, the professional band teacher has basically played it, and you don’t need to practice. Now there are two solutions: First, make up for the luthier.

  This plan is very risky. No matter how good a luthier is, it is impossible to start a new song directly, and it is easy to make mistakes.

  Two, directly remove the guqin from the accompaniment.

  But in this way, the music level is poor and the artistic conception is insufficient.

  On the big sofa, Xu Lu leisurely drank the advertiser’s yogurt, with the corners of her mouth slightly provoked. If there were not too many people, I was really afraid that she could not help laughing out loud.

  This is retribution.

  Look at what you do, Baby Qin.

  Xu Lu has no reason to be miserable. Baby Qin is her opponent, whether on stage or in private. She is very confident, but if Bao Bao Qin fails to sing because of lack of a piano teacher. She will be happier.

  Several other singers stood by and couldn't get in. There is nothing they can do about this kind of thing. Moreover, their song is not a new song, and the pianist will change as soon as they change, without stress.

  Li Yanhong sighed and looked at Bao Bao Qin, "Baby, or just get rid of Guqin."

  Baby Qin calmly said, "No." Turning to look at the director: "Can you give the luthier more time to practice."

  The director directly refused: “The program has stopped recording for twenty minutes, and the outside audience reacted greatly, and they were impatient to wait. Besides, playing once or twice would not have much effect.”

  Baby Qin insisted: "The effect is not great, it is better than no effect."

  Xu Lu spoke: "Baby Qin, the director said that the outside audience is very dissatisfied. You can't delay everyone's time because you are alone. I have an announcement tonight, so you can't delay."

  Baby Qin has sharp eyes.

  Xu Lu sneered: “You are a newcomer, and you don’t understand many rules. You need to understand that it is always you to adapt to the rules, not the rules to adapt to you. Newcomers, be humble, understand."

  Everyone is very tacitly observing the nose, the nose and the heart, the housework of Xingyi Company, it is not convenient for them to interrupt, just watch the show.

  Baby Qin's eyes swept, no one spoke for her, no support for her, even five minutes or ten minutes was unwilling to give her.

  She is isolated and helpless.

  She can hardly scream lonely.

  I feel wronged and sad.

  At home, she is a little princess, loved by her parents, and having a joke, but actually she also spoils her brother. In the school, she was a man of great influence, and countless boys fell under her pomegranate skirt. There are also many girlfriends.

  In the workplace, there is a boss who favors her and takes care of her everywhere.

  Life can be described as smooth sailing.

  You can enter the entertainment circle, enter a higher level circle, all kinds of conspiracy, all kinds of intrigue, all kinds of intrigue, come one after another.

  She knew how hard she wanted to go higher and farther without a foundation.

  Baby Qin’s mood at this time: The baby is wronged, and the baby feels bitter.

  At this time, a staff member walked in, looked around, and said: "Mr. Qin, there is someone outside the door who wants to see you, saying that it is an employee of Xingyi."

  Baby Qin was taken aback, she did not remember that other than the driver and Li Yan infrared, there were other Xingyi employees accompanying her.

  In her current status, she has no qualifications to be equipped with bodyguards, nor does she have her own life assistant.

  Xu Lu frowned and said, "Did you make a mistake? You are looking for me."

  The staff scratched their heads, “That’s right, I was looking for Teacher Qin. Isn’t he an employee of Xingyi?”

  It is also possible that he has been tricked, but he is actually a fan of Baby Qin.

  "His name is Qin Ze." The staff added.

   "Ah!" Baby Qin suddenly yelled, leaving her agent Li Yanhong behind, slapped her high heels, and ran out.

  Li Yanhong was taken aback and followed out.

  The others looked at each other.