Almighty singer assistant system

Chapter 199 The Silk Play (Part [-])
After watching Wei Cheng's demonstration video, Yan He also sang a few lines, but found some flaws.

Originally, Wei Cheng’s singing voice was clear and clear in the demonstration video, but it was full of sadness. When Yan He devoted himself to the singing voice, although there was also sadness, it seemed to be less With such a trace of sincerity, it sounds less amazing than the last song "Dream Rain".

It would be fine if there is no comparison, but this comparison with the version demonstrated by Wei Cheng......
And Luo Tianyi, who is extremely sensitive to rhythm, naturally also discovered this.

"Yanhe, have you ever experienced any memorable and sad times, such as feelings..."

Le Zhengling, who was about to say "emotional frustration", suddenly remembered: Yan He was born in a family of martial arts since he was a child, and he was busy practicing martial arts and studying when he was a child, so how could he have time for love?
So, after thinking about it, Ah Ling had no choice but to change her tone and say:
"Otherwise, let's do this first! I think that guy seems to have left a text file, do you want to open it first?"

After singing several times, I felt that the peace was not smooth, and I also felt dry mouth, and I did not refuse the proposal. After taking a glass of water, I opened the text file with the people next to me.

"Huh? This is actually a story!"

When the text file was opened, Luo Tianyi couldn't help exclaiming, and slowly recited the above words:
"Yu Shao is able to see ghosts, and tasted a puppet in Xueyeye Temple. His hair was ragged, and he only held a puppet, which was very finely made, like a delicate girl, with tears in his eyelashes, arousing pity.

At that time, Yuntong was mad at the snow, and the two faced the fire side by side. Weng said: When I was young, I liked to watch the silk-drawing show, and indulged in the skill of panling puppets. It's fun.But he has been wandering all his life, living with nothing to do and no partner, and the only companion is a puppet.

Weng said and wept, and Yu Wen explained it, imploring him to play panling music, a puppet show with silk, performed on the three-foot red cotton, singing and singing, the puppet looking forward to the gods, although the make-up is sad and graceful Absolutely flattering.

At the end of the song, Weng hugged the puppet and made a smile, but he was angry and said:
All my life is down and out, it's all mistaken by puppets! It's cold, winter clothes are hard to buy, and I'm so poor that I'm not as good as burning, so I throw myself into the fire angrily.

I stopped and didn't make it, I fell down and sighed.Suddenly, I saw the puppet in the fire rising up gracefully, bowing and bowing farewell, looking like a stranger, with tears on the painted face, bursting out with a smile, and disappearing in the bonfire.

The fire will not be extinguished until dawn.

Weng suddenly realized, covered his face and wailed, saying: "I'm warm, but I'm also lonely." "

The whole story is narrated in classical Chinese, but it is not difficult for Yan He, who is a top student, to interpret it.

The story roughly means:
On a snowy night, a young traveler who could see unusual things met an old man who was a performer.

The old man was in rags, old enough to be half buried in the ground, and had no valuables with him, except for the puppet——the puppet looked like a delicate girl, and the workmanship was so good that it was so delicate and bright that it looked as if it had just been drawn. Seeing a tear makes people feel distracted, and I want to cry along with it.

Surrounded by a fire, the young man and the old man gathered beside the fire to keep warm while chatting. Once the chatterbox was opened, it could never be closed again.

I only heard the old man narrate:
When he was a child, he was very playful, and when he heard the crisp ringing of the bell, he couldn't hold back his feet. Knowing that it was the entertainer playing the silk puppet, he ran to the small theater stage to put the puppet on the three-foot red cotton carpet. The puppet show performed back and forth was fascinating, and when I was happy, I simply learned the puppet show.They beat and scolded at home, but they couldn't stop him, so they had to let him go.

That's how I got into this industry and acted all my life.

After wandering through countless mountains and rivers, all performers are performers after all. Apart from the carefree spirit of youth, what is left?

No home, no companion.There is nothing left in his life, except for this puppet who will accompany him for the rest of his life.

I am alone.

The passenger coaxed, and simply asked the old man to show off his skills, but the old man didn't refuse, he took up the filament and started to perform, and it really did.

Although I don't quite understand it, it seems that the puppet is alive and people can't help but want to reach out to help it. Even if it is just a dead thing pulled by silk thread, it is amazing.

After watching the old man's performance, the passenger said sincerely: "Old man, you are really worthy of acting all your life."

The old man also laughed, hugging the puppet, smiling, his face suddenly changed.

"My whole life, I have done such a thing in my whole life, lived like this, and ruined my life so badly.

Who is to blame?It's not to blame for this thing!"

Silent for a long time.

It was snowing heavily, and the old man stared at the exquisite puppet in his arms for a long time.

"It's snowing heavily, and I can't even buy cotton clothes. This winter is going to be hard to pass. What else do you need? It's better to burn it, and you can warm your body."

After finishing speaking, the passenger didn't have time to stop, and saw the old man wave his hand, and the puppet went straight into the fire.

So, I can only sigh in my mind.

However, at the moment when the flames were about to devour the puppet's body, a strange scene happened.

When the tongue of fire licked the beautiful dancing sleeves of the puppet and burned the finely crafted and delicate bones, at that moment, it suddenly moved, turned over, bowed quietly like a living person, dignified and charming Made a bow to the old man.

That night, the fire burned extraordinarily long and was extraordinarily warm.Clearly not too much firewood was added, but the fire did not gradually cool down until the sky was bright.

The old man burst into tears, wailing like a child, the innocent child who was prevented by his parents from going to see the puppet show.

"I tried my best to warm up once, but I was lonely for a lifetime."

……

After explaining the whole story, the huge hall fell silent.

Tianyi opened up his light blue vocal range, and at the same time as showing scenes of Kui Puppet play, two lines of clear tears flowed down his face, sobbing and saying:
"Woooooo...that old man is so pitiful...it's such a sad story."

Although Le Zhengling didn't cry, there were tears in her big eyes, and she was no longer as energetic as before, and said quietly:
"...it is because of sadness that it is worth remembering.

After all, as the song says:
Ask the world, how can there be more perfect?
If the old man hadn't been warmed up once, this story would not be so touching. "

However, before the few remaining people could speak, they heard a slightly poignant singing voice begin to sound.

Yanhe's expression was gloomy, his bright eyes cast a shadow, and he began to sing a cappella following the melody in the audio:
"Laughing at someone who is proud of his beauty, how can he match if he has no heart.

The sound of the bell is crisp, and the lights in the woods are faint.

You and I are a perfect match. ………

　The story in this article is quoted from the comment area of ​​"Drawing Silk Opera" at station B, I hope you like it.

　　
　
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