A ventriloquist is reborn in the 21st century

The host keenly caught his emotional changes, and asked, "Why is Mr. Qin interested in ventriloquism?"

Qin Yufeng was brought back to his thoughts by him, he calmed down, and said: "A ventriloquist needs to be proficient in various generative techniques, and ventriloquism is one of them. At first, when Master asked me to learn it, I only thought it was very magical and interesting. Later, After mastering it, I slowly fell in love with it.”

"Ventriloquism?" The host was obviously taken aback again. Why didn't the program team say that Mr. Qin knows how to ventriloquist?The program team didn't know how to say it.

When Yang Bei and Ji Shinian heard that they were ventriloquists, they also reacted in the same way. Today, Qin Yufeng is a bit used to it. In this technologically advanced place, ventriloquism is obviously not flourishing anymore. So Qin Yufeng just nodded calmly.

The host was confirmed, and said to him with great interest: "The ventriloquist is really a unique skill. I read a classic record in the past. In ancient times, artists who performed ventriloquism could imitate all the sounds in the world, but now people who can ventriloquist It's running out, can you perform a show to open our eyes?"

"Okay—come on, let's go on..." As soon as the host finished speaking, the audience eagerly echoed.

Seeing the enthusiasm of the audience, Qin Yufeng couldn't help but feel the itch in his heart, and he didn't refuse at the moment, and said straightforwardly: "Yes."

He put the index finger of his left hand to his lips, and then a period of rapid and slow, cadenced, and relaxed music flowed out. The host opened his mouth and widened his eyes, and the sentence "please start" stuck in his throat He was stunned for a moment and slowly raised his right hand to put the microphone in front of Qin Yu's cover, and then quietly listened to Qin Yufeng's performance.

The familiar melody and unfamiliar voice left the audience in a daze for a while. After half a minute, someone suddenly exclaimed: "It's "House of Daggers", it turned out to be "House of Flying Daggers"!"

The host froze for a moment, listened intently for a moment, suddenly realized something in his eyes, and then quickly became shocked after realizing it.

"House of Flying Daggers" is a well-known pipa piece, and it is played for playing, but this person actually performed it by playing it. The key is that the tune he blows out is still a deep C-key flute sound, and its power is even less than that of string music. Not bad, how on earth is this done?

Qin Yufeng started playing from the beginning of the track. While blowing, he glanced at the audience and saw that they were listening with bated breath and serious expressions, so he continued to blow. When he was playing, he felt that he was a little possessed. By the time the music came to an end, it was already 5 minutes later.

The host stretched out his hands and raised the microphone to some stiff elbows, looked at Qin Yufeng and asked, "Mr. Qin is really shocking, how did you come up with the idea of ​​adapting this famous string piece into a wind instrument?" Woolen cloth?"

Qin Yufeng blew in one breath for so long, neither blushing nor out of breath, standing as firmly as Mount Tai: "It's just idle and boring, just a whim!"

"..." The experienced host was speechless for the first time. He choked up and said with a dry smile, "You are really joking. It is not easy to adapt such a difficult song. You can change it on a whim." It's so seamless without losing the spirit and rhyme, ordinary people can't do it, we as hosts also rely on one mouth to eat, compared with you, I really feel ashamed!"

"You're absurd!" Qin Yufeng was neither arrogant nor impatient, and his demeanor was as humble as ever.

"When I was studying back then, how many people still remember the "Ventriloquism" in the textbook. Now I think Mr. Qin, compared with the ventriloquist Mr. in that book, you must be even worse. If it weren't for the program The group time is limited, I really want you to perform a complete ventriloquist on the spot!"

When the audience heard this, they immediately boiled up and shouted loudly: "Come on, come on!"

The host was infected by the warm atmosphere, and was about to open his mouth to agree. At this time, the director's voice came from behind his ears: "It's been more than 10 minutes, and we can't drag it any longer, otherwise the next link will not be completed!"

The host reached out and wiped his forehead, and there were big drops of sweat seeping from his skin. He took a deep breath, regained his aura of controlling the situation as an ace host, and let the show collapse to the direction of the Himalayas. Pulled back.

When Qin Yufeng turned back to the backstage, there were even many audience members shouting "Don't go" loudly, as if they were afraid that he would disappear like Yan Huaiqing in the movie as soon as he left his sight, even the girls in the freshman class Regardless of the development of the program, they spoke out to persuade them to stay.

Qin Yufeng has never been a lively person. Facing the enthusiasm of the audience, he just waved goodbye, and then returned to the studio. When the remaining two teachers came down, the audience seemed a little uninterested. Under the pressure of Shanda University, they conducted a short interview, and instead invited two guests to go back to prepare for the third session of the "Voice of the King" performance.

In the high-end box of the club, a group of men and women pushed glasses and changed glasses. Those men in suits and leather shoes were more or less drunk, messed up their neck ties, and some even started to touch the people around them. Just do it in the box and get up.

Mr. Zhang winked at the assistant beside him, and the assistant nodded knowingly, then took half a glass of wine and handed it to Yang Bei: "Mr. Yang, we Mr. Zhang said to offer you a toast."

Yang Bei's body shook a little, but his thoughts were very clear. He glanced around, but he didn't see Jiang Qi's figure. His heart felt cold, and he knew that if he drank any more, something might happen, so he refused: "I drink It’s too much, I can’t drink any more.”

Unexpectedly, the assistant kept chasing after him, and in the end even threatened and lured Yang Bei. He couldn't refuse, so he had to drink it. After a minute or two, his mind became dizzy, and his eyes couldn't be opened. , at this moment, a voice in the ear said: "Xiao Bei, what's wrong with you?"

Yang Bei listened to the obscene voice in the turbidity, and immediately felt a big warm hand touching his waist, and his whole body shook, as if Tianling Gai had been hit hard with a hammer, and he opened it with force. He opened his eyes, and then saw a magnified fat face very close to him, he felt anxious, the smell of alcohol welled up, and his stomach turned upside down.

"I, I'm going to throw up!" He stretched out his hand and pushed away the body that was almost close to his face, and then rushed out of the box with a burst of perseverance. Mr. Zhang was shaken a few times by him, and his face suddenly became a little ugly , commanded the assistant next to him, "Follow me."

Yang Bei stumbled and rushed to the toilet, vomited into the toilet, almost spit out bile, his thoughts finally cleared up, he stood up and walked to the sink to wash his face, suddenly saw through the mirror There was a person standing in the distance, that was Mr. Zhang's assistant. He had no expression on his face, and his sharp eyes were staring at his back. For a moment, Yang Bei's gaze collided with the man in the mirror. The corner of the man's lips slightly He ticked off, with a look of sympathy and mockery in his eyes.

Yang Bei was terrified by that gaze, lowered his head and poured a few fistfuls of cold water on his face, then he went to the bathroom cubicle and locked the door, hesitantly made a call.

The "Voice of the King" session requires four guests to perform a sitcom. The program team for this episode is an excerpt from a classic historical costume drama. The makeup artist is doing Qin Yufeng's hair when suddenly the phone in his pocket vibrates violently stand up.

Qin Yufeng took out his mobile phone and connected it, and Yang Bei's weak and anxious voice came from the opposite side: "Brother, I'm in trouble, can you come here?"

Qin Yufeng was startled by his words, and stood up directly from the chair: "Xiaobei, what's wrong with you, where are you?"

"I, I'm here..." Suddenly there was a knock on the door of the cubicle where Yang Bei was, and then the assistant's flat voice came from outside. Yang Bei was startled, and hurriedly reported his address. Then he hung up the phone, reached out and pressed the flusher, and then opened the door and walked out.

Qin Yufeng looked at the mobile phone that was emitting a busy tone, and suddenly recalled the scene he saw near Ji Shinian's house last time. At that time, Yang Bei was pressed to the ground by that ferocious gangster, and the sharp blade cut him. The fair skin on his cheeks, and an uncontrollable chill in his heart, he rushed out directly.

"Hey——Mr. Qin!" The makeup artist looked at the back of the man who was leaving in a hurry, and said in surprise, "What are you doing, you are in a hurry?"

Qin Yu sealed off the dressing room, walked faster and faster, and finally ran with all his legs. He ran to the street, stopped a taxi, got in, and hurriedly reported the address he had just heard.

Yang Bei was brought back to the box by Mr. Zhang's assistant, and his thoughts began to be confused again. He knew that he was following someone else's way, but Jiang Qi obviously cared about many other things besides the benefits the artist brought to the company and himself. I don't care. Ever since signing with Xingtu International, Yang Bei understood that Xingtu's so-called good reputation and being good to artists are all for the media and fans and netizens. They can get praise from the circle because of The public relations methods are sharp and tough, covering up those dark and dirty things too deeply.

At this moment, he was alone here, and no one would help him at all. Thinking about this, he could only silently pray that that person would come over quickly.

Yu Jinshao was sitting in the corner with a glass of pure red wine in his hand. The handsome young man sitting next to him had left at some point. He was talking with a middle-aged man, but his eyes looked at Yang Bei's from time to time. In the direction, the young man was pale and his eyes were blurred, but he still stubbornly refused the man who approached him.