My Sister is a Big Star

   "Baby Qin is here, still so beautiful."

   "The figure is so good that she has long legs, how can she be so long."

   "Xu Lu is not as pretty as her, I have to admit that."

   "She's really unlucky. She has no chance of winning against Xu Lu."

   "There is no way, how many fans Xu Lu has, half of them are here for her. People's wrists are there."

   "I also came to Xu Lu, but I was her black fan, who came here specifically to black her out. But to be honest, the song just now was really good."

   "What if Baby Qin comes to another song of separation."

   "She is going to have another divorce song. It's hard to say who wins and who loses, but she chose to sing the ancient style song. Isn't it clear to put her face up and let Xu Lu beat it."

   "Haha, Li Xuegang expressed dissatisfaction." This is a fan of Baby Qin.

  "This time it was really difficult for her to win. Li Xuegang was a miracle, and the miracle could not happen again. However, she is not hopeless in the rematch. Li Rongxing can't do it, and Chen Xiaotong can always fight for it."

   "Chen Xiaotong is also choking, and the queen's popularity has recovered and her singing skills are good, Qin Baobao has no advantage."

  Qin Ze followed the band teacher in place. The camera will not show them, but will focus on Baby Qin, who is walking slowly on stage.

  But the audience present can see them. Pei Ziqi sits in the front row, glances at the band teacher, averts his gaze, and then suddenly turned his gaze back.

that is......

  What did Qin come from?

  Pei Ziqi can’t remember Qin Ze’s name, but she recognizes Qin Ze’s looks. At any rate, Qin Ze is also a handsome guy at school level, and is no longer a passerby who can be forgotten at a glance.

Why is he here?

  He is the band teacher of the TV station?

   Pei Ziqi was very 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 totally unscientific.

  It suddenly occurred to her that her elder brother’s tutor was invited by her aunt. At that time, she thought the tutor recruited by her aunt through some recruitment website, it seemed that it was not that simple at the moment. However, a college student, how can He De get into her aunt's eyes.

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

  Not only her, all the audience were stunned.

  This prelude is surprisingly nice.

  Drums, flutes, triangle iron, and guqin are intertwined into clear notes, like the flowing spring water of Dingdong, especially the clear-sounding guqin, giving people a strong classical taste.

  The soundtrack covers Chinese and Western instruments. Guqin is the dominant instrument. Only with it can Chinese and Western instruments be perfectly integrated. Without it, the soundtrack loses its classical taste.

  "The plain embryo outlines the blue-and-white brushstroke, which turns darker."

  "The peony depicted on the bottle is just like your first makeup."

   "Ran Ran Sandalwood sees what I am thinking through the window."

  "The pen on the rice paper is half way through now."

  ...

   Pei Ziqi's face was taken aback, and immediately straightened up from the soft chair, Yingying Qiubo stared at the brightly shining baby Qin without blinking, making a listening gesture.

  The audience behind them are mostly the same as her. First, they have a casual look. After the music starts, they think the accompaniment is very pleasant and charming. Then Baby Qin sang, and the lyrics were scrolled on the teleprompter.

  Gorgeous lyrics, classical music, and a soft voice mixed with magnetism.

   instantly attracted the audience.

   "The sky is waiting for the mist and rain, and I am waiting for you."

  "Cooking smoke rises, across the river for thousands of miles."

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

   "Just treat me as a foreshadowing to meet you."

   "The sky is waiting for the rain and I am waiting for you."

   "The moonlight was salvaged, and the ending was dizzy."

   "Like the blue and white porcelain handed down to the world, we are self-conscious and beautiful."

   "Your eyes are smiling."

   At the band position, Qin Ze closes his eyes, hands follow the rhythm to support the strings, hook, tick, wipe, pick, support, break, beat, and pick, all the time is slow. The corners of his mouth smile unconsciously, and he is getting better.

  A few band teachers around, looked surprised, this young man is of good level.

  Before taking the stage, Qin Ze exchanged advanced Guqin playing skills with the system, and he could control the song. This song was written by him, but he was just a "transit station". The real creator came from Parallel Space. He was shocked when he heard this song for the first time, but at this time, he participated as a member of the accompaniment and felt completely different.

  The charm of music is really endless.

  Can Xu Lu’s song really compare to my "Blue and White Porcelain"?

  My sister really has no chance of winning?

  Don’t you think that "Ink and Wash" is too crafty?

  Don’t you think that writing words is a bit cluttered together, and you are blindly pursuing rhetoric?

  Ok, let us speak with facts.

  Please keep listening.

  Qin Zeqin sound suddenly like a gust of wind and rain, climbing up to the peak little by little, and then suddenly turning down again, pattering.

  "The koi with white and cyan colors leaped at the bottom of the bowl."

   "I missed you when I copied the Song Ti inscription."

  "You have hidden the secret for thousands of years in the kiln."

  "Extremely delicate, as if an embroidery needle fell to the ground."

  "The plantain outside the curtain provokes the shower, the door knocker provokes the patina."

   "And I passed by that Jiangnan town and provoked you."

   "In the splash ink landscape painting."

   "You are hidden from the depths of the ink."

  The audience was intoxicated. They were unconsciously immersed in a touch of sadness. Seeing this picture, the foreground objects were spread out: the blue-black sky, misty and rainy, and the small town in the south of the Yangtze River was hidden in the rain and mist. Drizzle hit Basho, the door was closed, and the knocker was stained with patina.

   Misty rain in the south of the Yangtze River, small bridges and flowing water, bluestone roads, there should be a girl holding a paper umbrella.

  She must have the haziness and agility of Jiangnan misty rain, and she wears ladies' clothes.

  She walked along a long path paved with bluestone slabs.

  The girl holding an oil-paper umbrella, painted with red ink on the umbrella.

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

  Maybe it is looking for a way home, or it may be looking for a thousand-year-old love.

  In this small town, looking for secrets thousands of years ago in the kiln?

  There is still a need for an actor, but there is no need for an actor.

  It is melancholy, resentful, elegant and refined.

   "The sky is waiting for the mist and rain, and I am waiting for you."

  "Cooking smoke rises, across the river for thousands of miles."

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

   "Just treat me as a foreshadowing to meet you."

   "The sky is waiting for the mist and rain, and I am waiting for you."

   "The moonlight was salvaged, and the ending was dizzy."

   "Like the blue and white porcelain handed down to the world, we are self-conscious and beautiful."

   "Your eyes are smiling."

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

  After singing, Baby Qin suddenly covered her mouth, her eyes moist.

   Pei Ziqi came back to her senses abruptly, recovering from the sadness, full of the mist and rain in the south of the Yangtze River, she slowly chilled, and she was covered with goose bumps.

  At the scene, hundreds of spectators were silent.

  Everyone seems to have not been able to come out of the melancholy and melancholic singing. Many emotional girls covered their mouths and shed tears.

Backstage.

  Huang Yuteng was excited: "The tune is gentle and euphemistic, elegant and refined, and the lyrics are better. The person who wrote this song is definitely a genius, no, a ghost."

  Li Rongxing is even more exaggerated: "How can there be such a good song, how can the lyrics be written so well, so beautiful and sad, and charming. God, I want to cover it, I must cover it."

  Chen Xiaotong pointed to Baby Qin on the screen, and said in sympathy: "I'm stuck in the song and can't get it out."

  Liu Xuegang couldn’t help thinking of the song "Li Song" that turned his ship over in the gutter. Thinking of the young man who had just met with him, he had to admire, "A ghost, a ghost."

  Xu Lu's face is very good, but she is about to lift the table instead of being filmed by the camera.

  This song... she has no hope at all.

  Baby Qin adjusted his emotions and said with a strong nasal voice: "Thank you all."

  After a while, applause broke out.

  Everyone stood up and gave warm applause.

  They didn’t have much words, but they kept applauding to express their inner admiration. Their expressions are enough to show their amazement, admiration, admiration, support...

  Baby Qin stood in the center of the stage, accepting applause from the audience with a smile.

  Yin Jia came on stage, wiped his red eyes, and said with a smile: "Yin Jia was down here just now. I really heard crying."

  The audience agreed.

  It is unknown whether this girl is acting or sincere.

  Next, Xu Lu took the stage, and she and Baby Qin stood in the center of the stage.

  It's time to vote.

  The votes of the two rose alternately, and Xu Lu soon surpassed Bao Bao Qin, and she firmly prevailed.

  Xu Lu turned her head and glanced at the big screen. She breathed a sigh of relief from the bottom of her heart, with a smile on her lips unconsciously.

  "To Xu Lu, I am a fan of her and I must support her."

   "I support Baby Qin, her song is so amazing, from invisible wings to blue and white porcelain, every capital makes me amazing."

   "Hey, Xu Lu is ahead, what are you doing."

   "Xu Lu is the first line, and she can sing well."

   "Fart, her song can be compared with blue and white porcelain? Do you have ears?"

   "Xu Lu, Xu Lu!"

   "Baby Qin, Babie Qin!"

  The audience can't wait to fight.

   Pei Ziqi frowned her delicate eyebrows, holding the voting machine, hesitating.

  Her best friend whispered: "Hey, I voted for Baby Qin."

   "She sang so good, she made me cry."

   "Zi Qi, who do you vote for?"

   "Uh, aren't you a fan of Xu Lu? Why are you still hesitating."

   "It seems that Baby Qin is out of play. Xu Lu has more votes than her."

   Pei Ziqi angrily said: "Shut up."

  The melody and lyrics of blue and white porcelain appeared in her mind, and she remembered the urge to cry just now. He gritted his teeth and voted for Baby Qin.

  I am wrong with the song. Although I voted for you, I still hate you.

  When he voted in the middle and late stages, Xu Lu's approval rate showed a weak state. On the other hand, Qin Baobao had a strong momentum and soared all the way.

  Baby Qin caught up.

  Baby Qin overtook him.

  Xu Lu's face turned dark, don't mention how anxious she was.

  She came with a new song, in order to promote her new album, whether it is her own development or self-esteem, she can't lose. The new song that has been painstakingly and solitary is overwhelmed by the same type of song on the show, and she wants to release her new album. The company gave her so many resources...

  Hurry up and vote for me.

  What do you guys eat?

  I am a first-line star.

  Are you ashamed to call yourself my fans?

  Abruptly, Yin Jia said loudly: "Okay, the vote is closed."

  On the big screen, the voting result came out.

  Many people's faces have changed.

  Many people are so excited that they can’t wait to dance.

  Baby Qin: 208 votes.

  Xu Lu: 186 votes.

  More than one hundred abstentions.

   Yin Jia announced: "The final result is...Qin Baobao wins."

   Applause rang, and the audience cheered.

  The atmosphere is warm.