svetikya Chapter 185
Chapter 185
Everyone was stunned.
What does it mean?
Is the "Pipa Xing" written by Jiang Chen a song?
This...
How is it possible? !
The author was also stunned:
"You are drunk, this is clearly a poem."
Jiang Chen smiled: "Then I will make you admit defeat."
He looked around.
"Is there anyone who can play the pipa?"
Everyone looked in the direction of Zhuo Shutong.
Because, it seems that she is the only one who can play the pipa here.
Zhuo Shutong took a deep breath: "I'll go get the pipa."
She walked towards the stage and soon came back with the pipa.
Everyone's eyes lit up when they saw her.
Zhuo Shutong at this moment was exactly the same as described in Jiang Chen's poem, still holding the pipa and half covering her face, with a sense of fragility of an ancient beauty.
"What song do you want?"
Zhuo Shutong found a chair and sat down, looking at Jiang Chen and asked.
"Just the song "Jiang Yue" just now."
Jiang Chen said.
"Okay."
Zhuo Shutong took a deep breath and adjusted his state.
His fingers gently plucked the pipa strings.
The sound of the pipa sounded, sometimes bright and sometimes lingering.
"The big strings are noisy like heavy rain, and the small strings are whispering."
"The noise and whispering are mixed, and the big and small pearls fall on the jade plate."
Someone sighed and read.
"The description in Jiang Chen's poem is really amazing!"
Jiang Chen closed his eyes and listened for a while, quite satisfied.
This song is just right as the accompaniment of "Pipa Xing".
He didn't let everyone wait too long.
He took a pair of chopsticks from the table, tapped the cup gently, and followed Zhuo Shutong's rhythm.
Then he began to sing softly:
"Seeing off guests at night at the Xunyang River"
"The maple leaves and reeds are rustling in autumn"
"The host dismounts and the guest is on the boat"
"I raise my wine to drink but there is no music"
.......
The brisk voice, with a hint of drunkenness, came out of Jiang Chen's mouth.
The hall was silent.
Seeing Jiang Chen really singing.
Everyone was stunned.
This... this poem, is it really a song? !
Live broadcast room.
Netizens were also shocked.
"Oh my god, this is amazing."
"So what Jiang Chen wrote is really a song?"
"One song can win the writers' exchange meeting. Is this Brother Chen's strength?"
"I like this kind of ancient style songs."
"Suddenly I realized that Brother Chen is really talented!"
"Wait, isn't it Gou Chen? Why are you calling me Brother Chen?"
"I am already a fan of Brother Chen. Brother Chen is handsome, sings well, and is so talented. I really want to marry him."
"????"
........
"Move the boat closer to invite you to meet"
"Add wine and turn on the lights to reopen the banquet"
"Finally come out after being called for a long time"
"Still holding the pipa and half covering her face"
.......
Jiang Chen's singing voice can be clearly heard in the huge banquet hall.
The male author who deliberately made things difficult for Jiang Chen before was already dumbfounded at this time.
He could never have dreamed.
Jiang Chen's "Pipa Xing" is actually a song.
Several well-known old professors also looked at Jiang Chen in astonishment.
They actually didn't know about Jiang Chen's bet.
They just thought that this young man could write a song to this level.
His talent was beyond imagination.
Jiang Chen's singing continued:
"Lightly pluck, slowly twist, wipe and pick"
"First for Nichang and then for Liuyao."
However.
When he sang to this point, his voice suddenly changed:
"The big strings are noisy like heavy rain"
"The small strings are whispering"
"Like whispers"
"Noisy and mixed"
"Big beads and small beads fall on a jade plate"
"Falling on a jade plate"
.......
In the whole hall, everyone was stunned.
A tingling feeling suddenly came to their scalps.
Everyone looked at Jiang Chen in amazement.
This, this is... opera singing? !
At this time.
Jiang Chen showed the traditional Chinese opera singing style.
The sharp high notes continuously stimulated everyone's eardrums.
The live broadcast room exploded.
"Oh my god, this voice... I got goose bumps!"
"Oh my god, it's so beautiful. I didn't expect Jiang Chen to have such a side."
"I love this kind of ancient style songs the most. This is the classic heritage of our China."
"A song with a plain melody,
It actually made my scalp numb!"
.......
The popularity of the live broadcast room quickly rose.
Netizens began to record the screen to record the classic scene in front of them.
Behind the crowd.
Several women looked at the silent hall and the dumbfounded young authors.
The expressions were very complicated.
Today, isn't this exchange meeting for... to make Jiang Chen give up writing?
Why... would it turn out like this?
It took a long while.
Everyone came back to their senses from the shock.
However.
When they wanted to continue listening.
They found that Jiang Chen's singing had stopped.
Only Zhuo Shutong's pipa sound was still continuing in the field.
They looked puzzled.
They saw Jiang Chen half lying on the chair, and they didn't know when he had fallen asleep.
"He... drank too much and passed out. "
An author came forward and checked Jiang Chen's physical condition.
Shaking his head, he said with some regret.
He was enjoying this song, why did it stop?!
Zhuo Shutong's pipa sound also slowly stopped.
She put away the pipa and was about to go forward to observe Jiang Chen's situation.
But she found that a delicate figure had appeared beside Jiang Chen, and she couldn't help but stop.
It was Su Luowei.
She observed Jiang Chen's situation with some worry.
Found that Jiang Chen's face was ruddy and his breathing was even. It was just a normal drunken sleep, and she couldn't help but breathe a sigh of relief.
In the live broadcast room.
Netizens were dumbfounded:
"What's going on? It's almost climax, why didn't Jiang Chen continue?"
"It seems that he fell asleep."
"What? He was listening to it and stopped singing! I'm so angry!"
"It's short! It's really short! Jiang Chen, you are too short. ”
“Although it’s hard, it’s really short, and I can’t even last to orgasm!”
“Luo Wei, did you know that your Jiang Chen’s orgasm is so short?”
“How does Luo Wei usually spend his time?”
.......
In the hall, a noise gradually rose.
“Are you asleep already?”
“What should we do next?”
“If nothing unexpected happens, Jiang Chen should be the champion tonight.”
“Winning the championship with one song, that’s amazing.”
“No one can say anything now.”
........
In the middle of the crowd.
Several old professors looked at each other.
In addition to shock in their eyes, there was also a hint of laughter.
This young man’s performance.
Just now really gave them a great shock.
That “Pipa Xing” is definitely the best poem they have seen in all these years in the literary gathering.
There is no other.
“What should we do next?”
Murong Fu shook his head and asked Gu Yuanwen.
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