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Jay Chou appeared on the stage, but Cheng Shuo did not appear.

Although Yang Mi said she was disgusted, her eyes kept darting around, trying to find Cheng Shuo among the dancers, but she couldn't see it after looking around.

"This is Cheng Shuo."

Father Yang frowned. Although he didn't pay much attention to the entertainment industry, the name Cheng Shuo kept ringing in his ears recently.

It's not because of anything else, it's just that there are some scandals between him and his precious daughter.

Although Yang Mi confirmed that this was just a scandal, he couldn't help but take a second look.

He was sighing with emotion, but he was half relaxed in his heart.

My daughter is very high-spirited. Although this "Cheng Shuo" is quite classy, ​​she can't be compared to being handsome.

Yang Mi glanced sideways at Comrade Yang: "No, this is Zhou Jielun."

"Oh." Father Yang nodded in realization, "I know him and he has been to the Spring Festival Gala before. What about Cheng Shuo?"

After looking around, I saw that the dancers were all women, and there were no men.

Yang Mi didn't reply, so it was hard for him to ask again.

Now that the girl has grown up, such sensitive topics should not be brought up too much.

"When I read the calligraphy in Orchid Pavilion, my calligraphy is like flowing clouds and flowing water."

Jay Chou's voice is a bit lingering, both whimpering and clear.

The voice was strange, not like the clear enunciation of singing recognized by their generation.

However, with his foreshadowing, the song had a hazy flavor as it was sung eloquently.

"The lyrics are good. The person who wrote the lyrics has a good cultural background. It's much better than your song."

Yang Ma immediately stretched out her kuaizi and tapped on his bowl.

This is the dark history of his own girl. How come he doesn't pick up any of the pots?

As a big man, he doesn't pay attention to these things in the entertainment industry, but Yang Ma pays close attention to Yang Mi's movements.

The song "Providence of Love" was composed for her by Cheng Shuo.

Sure enough, when this song was mentioned, Yang Mi's face suddenly fell.

"Eat vegetables, eat vegetables."

Yang Mi lost interest and still stared at the screen.

Their reputation this week is very loud. According to this name, even if they don't sing a line, they have to sing a verse to match it.

But the main song had already reached the end, and Cheng Shuo still didn't show up.

"How can I interpret the word love? No matter how I write it, it is wrong..."

Jay Chou on the stage slowly moved behind the steps and stood in front of the screen in the middle of the stage.

The singing continued, adding rhythmic movements.

"But I only lack your lifelong understanding."

The first verse has been sung, but Cheng Shuo still hasn't appeared.

Yang Mi raised her eyebrows and snickered in her heart, Cheng Shuo's rise was quite fast.

Although he is very popular among the fan base, in the eyes of Yang Ma, he is still a newcomer and lacks the support of some works.

On this kind of stage, after all, I can only be paired with a king figure like Jay Chou.

The first verse doesn't appear, so I guess it just contributes a few lines of harmony later on.

As soon as this thought came up, she snickered but felt a sense of disappointment at the same time.

How many hours have you been waiting for just two lines of harmony?

No! Who is waiting for him? I am waiting for Zhao Benshan...

On stage, Jie Lun lifted it up with one hand and pressed it on the screen.

Accompanied by the mournful sound of the erhu, the screen suddenly split in half from the middle.

After the screen was separated, Cheng Shuo stood on the steps dressed in Tsing Yi.

The camera showed a close-up, and Yang's father praised: "This young man is so handsome."

Yang Mi rolled his eyes at him angrily, Comrade Yang really didn't care about him at all.

She and Cheng Shuo have been in the same frame for a long time, and now they still look surprised.

Withdrawing her eyes, she couldn't help but smile.

She moved her hands to support her chin, but she forgot that she was still holding a tachyon in her hands.

In a state of confusion, Kuaizi fell to the ground with a thud.

Her abnormal behavior immediately attracted Yang's mother's attention.

Yang Mi laughed and bent down to pick up the tachyon, but her eyes were firmly locked on the TV.

This bad thing is really handsome.

As soon as I relaxed, the sound of erhu, drums, bamboo flute, and guzheng all became more urgent, as if they were welcoming Cheng Shuo's appearance.

On the stage, he took a deep breath and put the microphone to his mouth.

"It has nothing to do with Fengyue, I am waiting for you to reply to my preface; with one stroke of pen, there are thousands of waves on the shore..."

Yang Mi suddenly froze on the spot. Her stool was relatively high, and her waist was a little sore from bending over.

But she opened her mouth, her eyes widened, and her hair on her temples was pushed back, as if she was afraid of blocking the sound of music from filling her ears.

Yang Mi stared blankly at the face on the TV. She really wanted to criticize Ichiban Chengshuo's singing skills and accuse him of digging holes for her in front of her parents.

But she had to admit that after Cheng Shuo spoke, her Tianling Cap almost flew up.

Drama? Ancient style plus drama?

He actually sang this song in an operatic way, and it was so appropriate?

The male voice's dramatic singing was so stunning that the contrast made her unconsciously rub her forearms to smooth down the hair that had suddenly grown up.

Li Yugang previously carried forward the operatic style, and Cheng Shuo added new ideas to the song through this interpretation method.

"This singer turned out to be an opera singer, right? His accent is very accurate."

Yang Mi came back to his senses and shook his head: "No."

As a lover of opera, Yang’s father is very professional: “His pronunciation is very accurate. The vocal position is on the real vocal cords, and he does not sing with his throat pinched.”

Yang Migang retracted his expression and closed his mouth that grew slightly in surprise.

She couldn't help but be surprised, she really didn't expect Cheng Shuo to perform it in this way.

For the Spring Festival Gala stage, there are certainly many people sitting in the audience who know opera, and the audience will not buy it if the singing is flawed.

And he was able to accomplish it so well, all I can say is...

"This is a genius."

Father Yang listened to a few more lines, shaking his head and immersed in it. Seeing that his arguments did not get a response from the two mothers, he repeated it again: "If you are not an opera singer, you can sing like this, you are a genius."

Yang Mi pricked up his ears and heard this comment, and the corners of his mouth curled up unconsciously.

Yang's mother looked at Yang Mi's reaction and put Kuaizi down on the table again, "You should eat two more mouthfuls of food, listen to the music carefully, and stop talking."

Father Yang's momentum was slightly weaker, and he lowered his voice and said unwillingly: "He is also a genius even if he doesn't speak..."

"He is Cheng Shuo."

"Oh, he is Cheng Shuo!" Father Yang's eyes widened and he looked at the TV a little more carefully.

On the TV screen, Jay Chou stretched out his hand at the bottom of the steps, put it on Cheng Shuo's raised forearm, and slowly welcomed him down the steps.

It seems like a young man is supporting a beautiful woman. This scene looks a bit strange, but with Cheng Shuo's drama lingering in his ears, it is strangely harmonious.

Looking at this scene, Father Yang not only didn't feel awkward, but nodded repeatedly.

"His appearance and posture are so right. He must have seen Mei Lanfang's performance."

Yang Mi's eyes moved to Zhou Jielun who was standing aside.

Although he has a greater reputation on stage, he is not an actor after all and does not know how to steal the show to the greatest extent.

He stood aside, looking from bottom to top, as if he had become an admirer.

Yang Mi pouted. He probably looked like this in the eyes of the media that day.

"Tch, vixen..."