When an old pervert marries a young workman

Chapter 36

Qin Xiangyuan decided to take his kitty out to play, so as to avoid those two old things who wanted to raise grandchildren.

Su Yao called Shen Lingxuan by himself, and settled the chorus matter in a serious manner.

Knowing that Qin Xiangyuan was beside Su Yao, Shen Lingxuan was a little displeased, but didn't ask any further questions.

He and Qin Xiangyuan never really started, and it was over long ago.

He knew how arrogant and annoying Qin Xiangyuan was, so he felt pity for Su Yao for ten seconds.

After a good child, he was ruined by a crazy old man, and he was so happy that he didn't know how to run away.

Shen Lingxuan said lightly: "Tomorrow we will be recording the show, so you can come here directly. Have you ever sung on stage before? I hate the lip-syncing of cooperating singers. If I want to record in advance, I don't need to use it."

Su Yao covered the phone receiver and whispered to Qin Xiangyuan, "Your ex-boyfriend's tone of voice is really annoying."

Qin Xiangyuan: "...he is not..."

Without waiting for Qin Xiangyuan to finish speaking, Su Yao solemnly began to swear to Shen Lingxuan: "I won't lip-sync!"

Shen Lingxuan heard the conversation between Qin Xiangyuan and Su Yao clearly through the receiver of the mobile phone, but he didn't bother to pay attention to the flirting at home, so he just said: "Mark the part you want to sing, and come to the TV station on the 5rd at nine o'clock tomorrow morning." Studio, I will wait for you there [-] minutes in advance."

Su Yao embraced the big pillow and said, "I'll go to the TV station to record a program tomorrow."

Qin Xiangyuan raised his eyebrows: "So?"

Su Yao lay down on the bed with joy, and said, "I want to go to bed early, so I won't do the quizzes tonight!"

Qin Xiangyuan frowned: "Is this going to be recorded without rehearsal?"

Su Yao muttered awkwardly: "I don't need to rehearse, I've practiced this song [-] times."

The next morning, Shen Lingxuan actually arrived at the scene 15 minutes earlier.

A lot of spectators came to the scene, and the new singers that the program group is going to promote are not yet well-known. At this time, most of the people who will come to watch the scene are fans of Shen Lingxuan.

He tried the microphone on the side of the stage and communicated with the band about the details of the accompaniment.

Lin Tianqing came slowly behind him, softly and sweetly said: "Brother Shen."

Shen Lingxuan looked back at Lin Tianqing, and asked lightly, "Are you here for a job?"

Lin Tianqing said in a low voice, "I'm recording a program next door, so I just want to come and see you."

Shen Lingxuan said, "Tianqing, you didn't come to see me."

Lin Tianqing lowered her head in embarrassment: "Brother Shen!"

Shen Lingxuan and Lin Tianqing have known each other for a long time.

When Shen Lingxuan was still singing in the bar, Lin Tianqing was just a rural working girl in the bar, with her head down all day and her back on her back, very unobtrusive.

At that time, Shen Lingxuan was young, arrogant and good-looking, and often caused some troubles. Sometimes when he was injured, Lin Tianqing would take care of him.

Later, Shen Lingxuan was caught by Qin Xiangyuan and became famous instantly, so he brought Lin Tianqing into Qin Xiangyuan's company by the way.

Shen Lingxuan thought he was a person with a bad heart and a bad temper, but this time he didn't want to hurt Su Yao anymore, and even alienated Lin Tianqing for a while because of Su Yao's matter.

He didn't understand where Lin Tianqing's resentment came from, and he was not interested in Lin Tianqing's methods.

Shen Lingxuan took off the headset, turned her head and said to Lin Tianqing calmly: "Tianqing, Lu Yue has died, and his death was miserable. Do you want to go down and ask him how he died?"

Lin Tianqing sneered and asked, "Brother Shen, are you scared? I'm not that idiot Lu Yue, I..."

Shen Lingxuan said: "Tianqing, I don't need to be afraid of Qin Xiangyuan, but if you attack Su Yao's voice again, I will deal with you like Qin Xiangyuan dealt with Lu Yue."

Lin Tianqing was stunned: "Brother Shen..."

At this time, there was a murmur of whispering from the auditorium, and some people secretly took out their mobile phones to take pictures.Lin Tianqing frowned and asked the passing staff: "What happened?"

The staff member whispered, "Boss Qin is here to watch the show."

Su Yao and Qin Xiangyuan entered the studio together.

The planning director of the program group looked bewildered, so he had to ask someone to sit down quickly: "Boss Qin, this is..."

Qin Xiangyuan glanced at Su Yao expressionlessly: "Check whether the artists under me are working hard."

The director was full of question marks, and really couldn't understand why a big boss like Qin Xiangyuan wanted to supervise a half-popular young rookie singing half a song that was basically just to join in the fun.

Su Yao secretly made a face at Qin Xiangyuan from behind the crowd, and followed the makeup artist to change clothes.

The scenery on the stage has been set up.

The props were brought directly from the crew of "The World of Smoke". A fake tree more than five meters high stood on the left side of the stage, and the branches were covered with fake flowers with white petals and red stamens. It really looks like a quiet and remote mountain fairy dwelling.

"The World of Smoke" tells a story about people's desires and power struggles, but the setting is full of immortality. Even Su Yao, the little bastard who fights, curses, smokes and drinks since childhood, has a light and airy charm in the film.

Shen Lingxuan and Su Yao started by singing, and then it was time for the newcomers to perform.

Everything was ready, and the lights slowly dimmed. The director put on a headset in the dark and said, "Get ready for photography and radio, Brother Shen, you are ready to go on stage, Su Yao goes behind the tree. The props team is ready, band, get up.

Qin Xiangyuan sat in the first row of the auditorium, waved the coffee handed to him by the stage manager, and focused on the slowly changing light and shadow on the stage.

The low and sad flute sounded slowly, like weeping and complaining, making people tremble in their hearts.

Petals fluttered down from the top of the stage, and smoke slowly flowed from both sides of the stage to the middle.

The sound of the flute faded, replaced by a soft twitter of the harp

Shen Lingxuan's recognizable ethereal and hoarse voice slowly sounded along with the music: "In the clouds, whose face is caught by the wind... If you see it, the smoke from the flying snow at the end of the world... It's a dream, it's a sword, it's flowers falling and listening to the rain... Thank you, it's you, taking a glimpse in the misty rain..."

Shen Lingxuan wore a simple white long gown of a classic improved style, singing and walking, and came on the clouds, her eyes were cold and picturesque, which made the maid beside Qin Xiangyuan gasp.

The audience echoed with murmurs of exclamation one after another.

The girl couldn't help muttering in a low voice: "What about Su Yao..."

Shen Lingxuan is the god of the singing world, no matter the voice or the typhoon, they are perfect and impeccable. Anyone who sings with him on the same stage will be compared.

However, Shen Lingxuan is a sharp-edged and bad-tempered person, and he never restrains his brilliance for other reasons.

Those four sentences flowing out of his clear throat are already an exquisite work of art.

After Shen Lingxuan's part was sung, the sobbing Xiao sound was slowly added to the accompaniment, and the chasing light on the stage was aimed at the tree.

Su Yao didn't stand behind the tree, he sat sideways under the tree directly.

Layers of tulle and soft silk were spread on the stage covered with flowers, and the clear and delicate juvenile hosta hair spread out, and a slender white wrist protruded from the wide sleeve, loosely holding the oversized The microphone, with downcast eyebrows and eyes that were a little too arrogant and glamorous, slowly sang the song that he had probably sung ten thousand times.

"Red thread, if you can wrap your fingertips..."

Su Yao slightly raised his head, cupped his left hand, and a flower just landed on his fingertips.

His voice is very clean, with a little tenderness and confusion unique to young people. A small clear spring flows in the mountain stream. It has never seen the world, and it does not know love, hate, desire, and conflict, but flows quietly. There was a little innocent sound among the vegetation, trees, mountains and rocks.

Su Yao looked at the flower that happened to fall on his fingertips, and couldn't help but smile a little joyfully: "If so, the affection will live up to the years..."

His voice is as clean as the snow lotus blooming in the deep mountains, and his smile is coquettish and glamorous like a fairy who is seduced by the soul.

The sharp contrast blended together perfectly, making the slender boy seem to bloom in the singing.

The world is quiet, the faint sound of the band's flute and the clear harp are like the wind slowly coming along with him, allowing Su Yao's young voice to slowly seep into his chest with the power to penetrate people's hearts.

"One step away, one dream envy, one glance at the sea and between the eyebrows, holding a glass of Canxue and asking flowers how can we not..."

Su Yao likes this song very much.

The day he got the lyrics, he wanted to sing this song.

For this reason, he took vocal lessons day and night, obediently gave up snacks to keep his voice alive, even if he had lost the opportunity to record, he would still practice singing secretly when no one was around.

Rhythm, tone, breath, intonation.

He is too unprofessional, he only has a temporary vocal foundation.

But he worked harder than anyone else, and he would spend months thinking about a song as stubbornly as a little donkey.

He can sing very well, he will...let the old man see that he will sing better than Shen Lingxuan one day.

The band's accompaniment became more and more gorgeous, the pipa was plucked rapidly, and the erhu sounded mournfully.

Shen Lingxuan walked to the middle of the stage, and the LED panel behind her turned into lights of swords, swords, shadows, blood and rain.

His voice was very steady, and he sang the refrain calmly and calmly: "Even if thousands of mountains are picturesque and flickering, I don't look back, I see how many starry nights in the sky are rushing to look at the world with tears..."

Qin Xiangyuan sweated nervously for no reason.

Su Yao's voice has not fully recovered, Shen Lingxuan can sing these two lines as easily as going shopping and buying cold noodles, but Su Yao may not be able to sing all of them.

Qin Xiangyuan is like the parent of a poor student. Before asking how the child did in the exam, he bites the bullet and sits at the parent meeting and waits for the teacher to send the report card.

He was even more nervous than Su Yao, and even wanted to secretly change to the tape that Su Yao recorded before his throat was injured secretly the day after tomorrow.

Su Yao stood under the tree. Under the brilliant lights of the stage, the delicate and slender boy was so beautiful. He looked at the auditorium and sang loudly: "I kiss Ronghua for thousands of years. Ice and snow become a red moon!" , cross again, life and death, a lifetime of calamity!!!"

The boy's voice was a little trembling and hoarse, as if he was trying his best to embrace a bloody dream, but he was covered with scars and blood, which made his scalp numb and his hair stand on end.

Su Yao's high-pitched voice yelled a full eight beats. When his mournful ending slowly disappeared into the wind, the audience was silent for a long time, and then burst into warm applause.

The director was stunned for a long while amidst the thunderous applause. Seeing that Su Yao and Shen Lingxuan were about to leave, he hurriedly said, "The host is on stage, and the backstage players are ready to appear."