At this time, in the 203 dormitory of the Imperial Opera Academy. A young man lying on the bed and watching the live broadcast was full of excitement. "Damn it, Jiang Feng is going to sing an opera, I'm so looking forward to it." "He is a genius who doesn't know what kind of drama he writes." The young man is one of Jiang Feng's fans, a third-year student at the Imperial Academy of Chinese Opera. "Forget it, Aaron, if you want me to say, those opera-style songs on the Internet are just a piece of shit, with a voice stuck, I really thought I was a drama-style song." "The singing tune left by our ancestors is the real opera tune." The other young man in the bed next door poured cold water on him at this time. "Brother Hu, Jiang Feng is different. The three songs he wrote before are all very good songs." "I think the opera he wrote should be different from others."
After being splashed with cold water, Aaron was also slightly unhappy, and then said. "Who is Jiang Feng?" Brother Hu asked with some doubts. "An anchor of the Fighting Shark platform, the song he wrote is very nice, and he is about to sing an ancient opera tune, do you want to listen to it?" Aaron thought Brother Hu was interested in the live broadcast he was watching, so he hurriedly said. "Tch, I thought it was some kind of boss, but it turned out to be an internet anchor?" "A person like this can write opera accents? And can he sing?" "Stop teasing me, listen to yourself." Brother Hu said disdainfully, then turned around and went to sleep. "All right." Aaron felt a little wronged, but there was nothing he could do. After all, Brother Hu's performance in opera major is indeed much better than his own. Moreover, he also worshiped Mr. Li Lao from the Grand View Garden as his teacher. You know, the Grand View Garden is the largest pear garden in the imperial capital. Mr. Li is a highly respected senior among them. He is the idol of countless people in the whole country. Therefore, Brother Hu is indeed qualified to look down on those so-called opera songs on the Internet. You can also look down on network anchors. ... Five minutes is not long.
But in the studio, no one left. On the contrary, the number of people in the live broadcast room is still rising. Countless people are watching Jiang Feng silently, writing the lyrics on the paper seriously. Although they couldn't see the lyrics, they could see Jiang Feng's serious look. soon. Five minutes is up. At this time, Jiang Feng finally raised his head and put down the pen in his hand. Then, he picked up the guitar beside him. "Did he really finish it in five minutes?" Seeing Jiang Feng put down the pen, Sister Zhou also checked the time, exactly five minutes. Also asked with some surprise. The netizens in the live broadcast room have long been accustomed to it. "He really can do it." "Otherwise, why do you say he is a genius?" "His talent is definitely the most powerful I have ever seen." "His previous three songs were written in this way." Netizens in Sister Zhou's live broadcast room said one after another. "Then he is so talented and can sing so well, why don't you give him gifts?" Sister Zhou was a little puzzled. "...." "It is because he is talented that we hate iron for being weak!!!" "If he was an untalented anchor, we wouldn't care about him." "You'll know later." The barrage in the live broadcast room was silent. It seems that sister Zhou has never seen the true face of this guy. When she sees it with her own eyes, she will know how hateful this guy is. He doesn't care about the popularity of the Internet. The music company signed, but he didn't.
Even when the new rap director invited him, he didn't go. He will download it after earning a few hundred yuan. Netizens are all anxious. But Jiang Feng is swaying. However, netizens did not plan to tell Sister Zhou directly. They want sister Zhou to figure it out by herself. And when sister Zhou was chatting with the barrage in the live broadcast room. Jiang Feng is already ready. I saw him picking up the guitar and playing it lightly a few times. As if trying to tune the strings. Then, he coughed twice. "Thank you for the super rocket support of sister in the live broadcast room." "So I wrote this song for her." "However, because the young lady has no story of her own." "Then I made up a story, and now, I will tell everyone." "This story can also be regarded as the creation background of this song." After Jiang Feng coughed twice, he said to the audience in the live broadcast room. "...." "Can you bring your own story?" "It's awesome, you can write a song in five minutes, and you even made up a background story yourself?" "Why don't you go to heaven?" "I'd like to see what kind of stories you can tell." After hearing this song and its own background story, netizens only thought it was awesome. "And a backstory?" Sister Zhou's eyes lit up when she heard the words. This one is super hot, it seems to be worth it. Not to mention writing a song, but also attaching a background story. This is simply buy one get one free.
At this time, Jiang Feng had already started telling the story in a low voice. "In the twenty-sixth year of the Republic of China, on the night of July 7, with the sound of Japanese gunfire, the whole country was in dire straits. At this time, Anyuan County, which had not been affected by the war, was peaceful, and there were still babbling songs on the stage of the theater. "The Peach Blossom Fan" is about joys and sorrows, I will appear on the stage after you sing, but I don't know whose joys and sorrows are being sung in and out of this play." Happy reading every day during Spring Festival in the Year of the Rabbit! Recharge 100 and get 500 VIP coupons! Immediate recharge (activity period: January 21st to February 5th)