What should I do if I am critically ill at the beginning and divorced by my little diva?

As the accompaniment ended and the final notes of the erhu gradually became inaudible, Xiao Han slowly put down the microphone in his hand.

He exhaled softly to dissipate the sadness caused by singing.

After a while, the host on the side of the stage finally reacted.

He pinched the corners of his eyes sideways and calmed down before walking quickly onto the stage.

Looking at Xiao Han standing in the center of the stage, he started to applaud from the bottom of his heart.

The sudden applause woke up the intoxicated crowd.

They all followed suit and applauded.

Some excited audience members even stood up and shouted towards the stage.

They were really moved by Xiao Han.

The applause lasted for a long time.

Xiao Han kept waving on the stage and bowed to the audience to thank him.

Thanks to the audience for their recognition.

In the front row, the contestants had mixed emotions. They knew that this round had been lost.

Lost to this young man on the stage.

Lost this new style for the first time.

It is true that the waves behind the Yangtze River push the waves ahead, and the waves in front die on the beach.

After a sentimental moment, they regained their spirits.

Looking at Xiao Han on the stage, he had countless questions in his mind.

Rather than winning or losing the game, they wanted to know Xiao Han's creative philosophy more.

This is the most important thing.

Knowing his creative ideas, they can also create works in the same style, which will enrich their creative content.

When any new thing appears, the first wave of people who eat crabs always benefit the most.

"Thank you all friends for the applause. Now let us bid farewell to Xiao Han. Next comes the scoring and commenting session."

Amid applause and cheers, Xiao Han returned to his seat.

He looked up at the judges' seat on the side of the stage.

Now, all the contestants have finished showing off, and the judges are writing furiously.

Score each player and write down the final comments.

Although he knew that he had basically won, Xiao Han still felt a little nervous.

"Xiao Han, you are so awesome! Is this a style you have discovered by yourself?"

The gold medal songwriter next to him leaned over and asked.

There was a hint of doubt in the words.

It was hard for him to believe that Xiao Han could create such a song.

Does he have such a deep cultural background?

Hearing his question, the people next to him also pricked up their ears.

This is also their doubt.

"Yes, the music is based on ancient minor tunes, and it also incorporates modern music concepts. This is my attempt."

Xiao Han raised his head and glanced at the man. Of course he could hear the subtext in the man's words.

"I will introduce them one by one in detail later."

After speaking, Xiao Han turned his eyes to the stage and stopped talking to this person.

Seeing that Xiao Han was not interested in talking, the man also shut up angrily.

The host stood beside the judges' table and waited quietly for the scoring to end.

As an organizer and a respected veteran in the industry, Chairman Sun sat in the middle.

Next to him is Tang Zhihe.

Because they already knew the content of the work in advance, the two finished grading it early.

He was looking at the people who were frowning and thinking in boredom.

It’s not easy to be a judge with such a strong professionalism. You must have something to say.

Making random comments will only lower your own quality.

While waiting, the audience, both at the scene and in front of the screen, was already impatient.

They have already made their own choices in their hearts.

Unfortunately, the rules of this competition have been changed and there is no longer an open vote.

There is no use for them anymore.

Just as he was getting impatient, the host finally got the signal to start.

He returned to the stage.

"Dear guests, dear audience friends. After fierce competition, the third round of competition has officially ended. The judges and teachers have also given their own judgments. What is the result? I would like to invite our respected President Sun to speak."

The host whetted everyone's appetite and took two steps forward to respectfully invite Chairman Sun to the stage.

Amidst the applause, President Sun walked tremblingly to the center of the stage with the support of the host.

He first looked at the audience and stayed on Xiao Han for two more seconds.

Only then did he take the microphone handed over by the host.

"Dear friends, distinguished guests, and all viewers. Thank you for your continued attention and support to the Composer Competition."

"In recent years, the development of the association has almost come to a standstill, and I feel deeply guilty. As an art form, music requires continuous learning, development and progress."

"Only by the constant emergence of new styles and new works can it bring vigorous vitality to it."

"I feel ashamed to say that after so many years in the association, I have been blinded by past achievements. Resting on my laurels and resting on my laurels, these problems have always troubled me."

“In the past few years, I have felt deeply uneasy watching our business stagnate, fearing that the association would decline in my hands.”

"Therefore, I have always emphasized innovation in the association's large and small activities. Only through continuous innovation can we expand our business and bring more possibilities."

"Today, I am deeply gratified. Under the theme of innovation. As representatives of the top composers in the current circle, you have all submitted your own answers. You have made your own explorations on the road of innovation, and you have been very fruitful. .”

"Thank you for your patience in listening to this bad old man's nagging. Now let's ask our judges to start the final comments."

After speaking, President Sun bowed deeply.

Everyone at the scene stood up and paid tribute.

This is a respectable old man who has dedicated his life to music.

He deserves it.

Xiao Han stood in the audience, his hands turned red.

I believe that one day, he can be respected like this.

As Chairman Sun stepped down, the competition finally ushered in the most anticipated part.

All the players became nervous.

Public executions will begin soon~

They knew that the first place this time was none other than Xiao Han. I just hope that the judges can be merciful and not criticize too harshly.

As the first judge began to speak, the atmosphere slowly became serious.

The audience was silent.

The contestants who were sensitive to the comments were already blushing and wanted to find a crack in the ground to crawl into.

It's such a shame.

Listening to the judges' sharp comments, the contestants stiffened and silently said to themselves, never talk about themselves.

At this moment, days really feel like years.

Finally, after the judges made eye contact, the topic turned to Xiao Han.

"Xiao Han, I want to give you a big thumbs up for your song "East Wind Breaks". It's so well written. The music is good, the lyrics are good, and the singing is good. Can you tell me what kind of style it is?"

As soon as he finished speaking, the judges and teachers all looked at Xiao Han.

The players also sat up straight, hoping to hear what they wanted.

Hearing that it was him who was asking the question, Xiao Han took the microphone handed over by the staff.

After thinking for a moment, he slowly spoke.

"For this song, I used an ancient minor tune and used our traditional pentatonic scale. I also incorporated traditional instruments such as erhu and pipa into it, and the arrangement was integrated with modern music."

"Combined with poetic lyrics, we create an antique Chinese style that is unique to us. I call it Chinese style."

At this time, Xiao Han's eyes were bright and his whole body exuded a light of confidence.

The judges nodded repeatedly and signaled him to continue.