My Sister is a Big Star

"Baby Qin is here, and she's still so pretty."

"The figure is so good, look at her long legs, how can they be so long."

"Xu Lu is not as pretty as her, I have to admit that."

"She is really unlucky. She has no chance of winning against Xu Lu in PK."

"It can't be helped. How many fans does Xu Lu have? Half of them are here for her. Her wrists are there."

"I also came here for Xu Lu, but I'm her black fan, and I came here specifically to black her. But to be honest, the song just now was really good."

"What if Qin Baobao comes up with another Li song."

"She wants to play another Li song. It's hard to say who will win and who will lose, but she chose to sing the ancient style song. Isn't it clear that she put her face on it and let Xu Lu beat her?"

"Hehe, Li Xuegang expressed dissatisfaction." This is Qin Baobao's fan.

"It's really hard for her to win this time. Li Xuegang was a miracle that time, and the miracle cannot happen again. However, she is not hopeless in the resurrection match. Li Rongxing can't do it, and Chen Xiaotong can always fight."

"Chen Xiaotong is not good enough, Tianhou's popularity has recovered, and her singing skills are good, Qin Baobao has no advantage."

Qin Ze followed the band teacher into position, and the camera would not show them, but focus on Qin Baobao who was walking slowly onto the stage.

But the audience present could see them. Pei Ziqi sat in the front row, glanced at the band teacher, then turned his eyes away, and then turned his eyes back after a moment of surprise.

that is......

What's up with Qin?

Pei Ziqi didn't remember Qin Ze's name, but she recognized Qin Ze's face. After all, Qin Ze was also a handsome guy at the school level, and he was no longer a passerby who could forget at a glance.

Why is he here?

He is the band teacher of the TV station?

Pei Ziqi was deeply curious. He remembered that Qin Ze was a student of the University of Finance and Economics. How could a college student appear in that position. Totally unscientific.

She suddenly thought that her brother's tutor was hired by her aunt. At that time, she thought that her aunt hired a tutor through some recruitment website, but now it seems that it is not that simple. However, a college student, He Dehe can fall into the eyes of her aunt.

While Pei Ziqi was thinking wildly, she suddenly heard soothing and melodious music, and she was immediately attracted.

Not only her, but all the audience were stunned.

This prelude is surprisingly good.

Drums, flutes, triangle irons, and guqin are intertwined into clear notes, like spring water flowing with ding-dong, especially the clear sound quality of guqin, which gives people a strong classical flavor.

The soundtrack covers both Chinese and Western instruments. The guqin is the dominant instrument. With it, the Chinese and Western instruments can be perfectly integrated. Without it, the soundtrack will lose its classical flavor.

"The plain embryo outlines the blue and white strokes from thick to light."

"The peony depicted on the bottle is just like your first makeup."

"Ran Ran sandalwood looks through the window and I know what's on my mind."

"The writing on the rice paper is halfway here."

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Pei Ziqi was stunned for a moment, and immediately straightened up from the soft chair, staring at the radiant Qin Baobao without blinking, as if listening.

The audience behind her was probably the same as her, with a casual look at first, and when the music started, they felt that the accompaniment was very pleasant and full of charm. Then Baby Qin started singing, and the lyrics scrolled on the teleprompter.

Gorgeous lyrics, classical melodies, and a soft voice mixed with magnetism.

Instantly captivated the audience.

"Azure is waiting for Misty Rain, and I'm waiting for you."

"Cooking smoke curls up, thousands of miles across the river."

"The Han Li written on the bottom of the bottle imitates the elegance of the previous dynasty."

"Just think of me as a foreshadowing for meeting you."

"Azure is waiting for Misty Rain and I am waiting for you."

"The moonlight was salvaged, and the ending fainted."

"Like the blue and white porcelain handed down from generation to generation, it is beautiful by itself.

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"You have a smile in your eyes."

In the position of the band, Qin Ze closed his eyes, and moved the strings with both hands following the rhythm, hooking, picking, wiping, picking, holding, breaking, hitting, and picking, sometimes fast and sometimes slow. The corner of his mouth unconsciously evoked a smile, getting better and better.

A few band teachers around him looked over in surprise. This young man's level is good.

Before taking the stage, Qin Ze exchanged advanced guqin playing skills with the system, so he can completely control this song. It is true that he wrote this song, but he is just a "transit station", and the real creator comes from a parallel space. When he heard this song for the first time, he was shocked, but at this time, he participated as a member of the accompanist, and the feeling was completely different.

The charm of music is really endless.

Can Xu Lu's song really compare to my song "Blue and White Porcelain"?

My sister really has no chance of winning?

Don't you think "Ink Painting" is too crafty?

Don't you think that filling in lyrics is a bit rough and haphazard, blindly pursuing rhetoric?

OK, let's speak with facts.

Please keep listening.

The sound of Qin Ze's zither was suddenly like a gust of wind and rain, climbing up to the peak little by little, then turning sharply down again, pattering and pattering.

"The koi carp with white and blue color leaps from the bottom of the bowl."

"I was thinking of you when I copied the Song style signature."

"The secret you have hidden in the kiln for thousands of years."

"Extremely delicate like an embroidery needle falling to the ground."

"The plantain outside the curtain makes the rainstorm and the door knocker makes the patina."

"And I offended you by passing by that small town in the south of the Yangtze River."

"In the splash-ink landscape painting."

"You are hidden from the depths of ink."

The audience was mesmerized, they were unconsciously immersed in a touch of sadness. Seeing such a picture, the foreground spread out: the blue-black sky, misty rain, and the small town in the south of the Yangtze River was hidden in the rain and fog. Light rain beat plantains, the door was closed tightly, and the door knocker was stained with a layer of copper green.

Misty rain in the south of the Yangtze River, small bridges and flowing water, bluestone roads, there should be a girl holding an oil-paper umbrella.

She must have the misty and agility like the misty rain in the south of the Yangtze River, and she should wear ladies' clothes.

She walked along the long path paved with bluestone slabs.

A girl holding an oil-paper umbrella painted with Danqing ink.

She should be a passerby, but she seems to be looking for something.

Maybe it's looking for the way home, or maybe it's looking for the love of a thousand years ago.

In this small town, looking for the secrets of thousands of years ago in the kiln?

There is also a need for a hero here, but there is no need for a hero.

It is mournful, resentful, elegant and refined.

"Azure is waiting for Misty Rain, and I'm waiting for you."

"Cooking smoke curls up, thousands of miles across the river."

"The Han Li written on the bottom of the bottle imitates the elegance of the previous dynasty."

"Just think of me as a foreshadowing for meeting you."

"Azure is waiting for Misty Rain, and I'm waiting for you."

"The moonlight was salvaged, and the ending fainted."

"Like the blue and white porcelain handed down from generation to generation, it is beautiful by itself."

"You have a smile in your eyes."

The gentle and euphemistic sound of the piano is getting lower and lower, and gradually disappears.

After singing, Baby Qin suddenly covered his mouth, his eyes moistened.

Pei Ziqi suddenly came back to her senses, regained her senses from the sad and sad atmosphere filled with misty rain in the south of the Yangtze River, she slowly felt chills, and her whole body was covered with goose bumps.

At the scene, hundreds of spectators were silent.

Everyone seemed unable to get out of the melancholy and mournful singing. Many emotional girls covered their mouths and wept.

Backstage.

Huang Yuteng was excited: "The tune is gentle and euphemistic, elegant and refined, and the lyrics are even better. The person who created this song is definitely a genius, no, a ghost."

Li Rongxing is even more exaggerated: "How can there be such a beautiful song, how can the lyrics be so well written, beautiful and sad, and tactful. God, I want to cover it, I must cover it."

Pointing at Qin Baobao on the screen, Chen Xiaotong empathized and said, "I'm stuck in the song and can't get out."

Liu Xuegang couldn't help thinking of the song "Li Ge" that capsized him in the gutter, and thinking of the young man who had met just once, he couldn't help but admire, "Ghost, ghost."

Xu Lu's face was very serious, but she didn't look at it. It wasn't the camera, she was about to flip the table.

This song... she's totally hopeless.

Qin Baobao adjusted his mood, and said in a nasal voice: "Thank you everyone."

After a while, applause broke out.

Everyone stood up at the same time and gave warm applause.

They didn't have too many words, they just kept applauding to express their admiration. Their expressions are enough to show their admiration, admiration, appreciation, and support at the moment...

Qin Baobao stood in the center of the stage, accepting the audience's applause with a smile.

Yin Jia came to the stage, wiped her red eyes, and said with a smile: "Just now Yin Jia was down there, she really cried."

The audience agreed.

Whether this girl is acting or sincere, I don't know.

Then, Xu Lu came on stage, and she and Qin Baobao stood in the center of the stage.

It's time to vote.

The votes of the two rose alternately, and soon, Xu Lu surpassed Qin Baobao, and she firmly held the upper hand.

Xu Lu turned her head to look at the big screen, sheaved a sigh of relief, and a smile unconsciously formed on the corner of her mouth.

"For Xu Lu, I'm her fan, and I must support her."

"I support Qin Baobao, her songs are so damn magical, from invisible wings to blue and white porcelain, every song makes me amazed."

"Hey, Xu Lu is ahead, what are you doing?"

"Xu Lu is the first-line, and she sings well."

"Fart, can her song compare to blue and white porcelain? Do you have ears?"

"Xu Lu, Xu Lu!"

"Big boobs, big boobs!"

The audience in the audience can't wait to fight.

Pei Ziqi frowned exquisitely, holding the voting device, hesitating.

Her best friend muttered to the side: "Hey, I voted for Qin Baobao."

"She sang so beautifully that it made me cry."

"Ziqi, who are you voting for?"

"Uh, aren't you a fan of Xu Lu? Why are you still hesitating?"

"It seems that Qin Baobao is out of the game, and Xu Lu has more votes than her."

Pei Ziqi said angrily, "Shut up."

The melody and lyrics of blue and white porcelain appeared in her mind, and she remembered the urge to almost cry just now. Gritting her teeth, she voted for Baby Qin.

I am wrong with the song and the person. Although I voted for you, I still hate you.

When the voting was in the middle and late stages, Xu Lu's support rate showed a weak state, but Qin Baobao's momentum was soaring all the way.

Qin Baobao caught up.

Qin Baobao overtook him.

Xu Lu's face darkened, not to mention how anxious she was.

She came here with a new song, to promote her new album, whether it is self-development or self-esteem, she can't lose. Her painstaking new song was overwhelmed by songs of the same type on the show. Will her new album be released? The company tilts so many resources to her...

Vote for me now.

What do you eat.

I'm an A-list star.

Do you have the nerve to call yourself my fan?

Abruptly, Yin Jia said loudly, "Okay, the voting is over."

On the big screen, the voting results came out.

Many people's faces changed.

Many people were so excited that they could not wait to dance.

Qin Baobao: 208 votes.

Xu Lu: 186 votes.

More than one hundred abstentions.

Yin Jia announced: "The final result is... Qin Baobao wins."

There was applause and the audience cheered.

The atmosphere of the scene was warm.