Chapter 568 The half-qu drama shocks the world
As soon as these words came out, most of the guests present turned their eyes to the red-clad figure at the end of the crowd.
Li Hanxiang stroked his beard in the crowd and looked at Chen Ling with a squinted smile. This reminded Chen Ling of his childhood when he went home to visit relatives during the New Year. While eating, he would be called to stand up and perform a show for relatives. He was completely acting like a senior. Said this sentence with a posture.
If you didn't know better, you would have thought that he was really your elder, and he was kind enough to give you a chance to show off.
In the crowd, Huang Xuyue looked at Li Hanxiang with an increasingly cold gaze.
"Miss, we are in trouble now." Uncle Quan frowned, "His words drew everyone's attention to the special envoy... The special envoy is here to investigate, how can he act like an actor?"
"He's looking for death!"
Huang Xuyue snorted coldly and was about to think of a way to save Chen Ling when Chen Ling smiled slightly.
"Okay." Chen Ling held an oil-paper umbrella in the rain, the corners of her mouth raised unconsciously, "In that case... then I'll sing it."
Huang Xuyue was stunned.
Kong Baosheng was also stunned. He subconsciously pulled Chen Ling's clothes and whispered, "Sir, that old guy is looking for an opportunity to humiliate you in public... You can't go."
Chen Ling didn't say anything, just smiled silently at him, then held an oil-paper umbrella and walked slowly towards the stage.
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Boom——
Between the ink clouds, bursts of thunder rang out, as if the wrath of the gods was about to descend on the world.
The sudden raindrops hit the white roof. Police Chief Wang Jincheng stood on the edge of the rain curtain, holding a lit cigarette in the corner of his mouth. He looked up at the dark cloud-covered sky and narrowed his eyes slightly:
"[Fushenge] is here... This time, none of you can escape."
He stepped on the burned cigarette under his feet and walked straight towards the venue.
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Mu Chunsheng's private residence.
The dark red light gradually shone brightly, completely surrounding the old man in the wheelchair, like a wriggling ball of bloody flesh, and bursts of painful screams came from it, as if he was undergoing torture of skinning and bone extraction.
Chongqi stood by the door and watched this scene, his brows furrowed into the character "Chuan", and he looked nervously at Mu Chunsheng who was being swallowed by the meat ball.
Liuzhao slowly walked to the window, opened a corner of the curtain, and glanced at the sky filled with dark clouds.
"Damn... they're going to do it."
"It will be completed soon." Feijia said solemnly,
"Be prepared first and always be ready to break out."
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Corner of the room.
Inside the exquisite gift box with the words "Li Ruohong" on it, a large-yield explosive lay quietly in the darkness, like a fuse that could detonate everything, igniting silently...
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Tick tock—tick tock—tick tock—
In the rain, an oil-paper umbrella passed silently through the crowd. All the guests unconsciously moved out of the way and watched the red opera robe slowly ascending to the grand stage.
[Audience Expectation Value +3]
The inky clouds were like mountains, weighing on everyone's hearts. It was still afternoon, but the surroundings were dark as if night had fallen... The uneasiness and depression in everyone's hearts became more and more intense.
And in this suffocating depression, a bright red dress stood still in the wind and rain, like the crazy and unyielding color in the absolute depression, like a ferocious beast gradually showing its ferocious claws.
For some reason, everyone's attention was firmly attracted by that red coat... It seemed that only by looking at him could they not forget to breathe under this black sky.
Chen Ling threw the oil-paper umbrella under the stage and stood quietly in the rain, letting the rain wet her hair and clothes.
In this world, there has never been any reason to sing under the umbrella.
Seeing this scene, Li Hanxiang frowned under the stage and snorted, "Pretending..."
No one noticed Li Hanxiang's words, because at this moment everyone's eyes were focused on the red dress on the stage. They saw Chen Ling slowly raising her palms in the rain and lightly opening her lips.
The next moment, the melodious and penetrating drama echoed in the rain!
"Outside the Spring and Autumn Pavilion, there is a storm, but the mournful sound breaks the silence."
"There is only a sedan chair visible across the curtain. It must be the newlyweds crossing the Magpie Bridge..."
The moment Chen Ling sang the first line, everyone in the venue trembled slightly, as if they were electrocuted, suddenly awakening from the depression and confusion just now.
The melodious melody echoed in the rain. With every turn of Chen Ling's melody and every word uttered from his lips, an indescribable feeling rose from his heart. It was as if something melted in his heart, leaving him numb and numb. of flow to the limbs.
Few of the many guests present knew opera, but anyone with ears could tell that Chen Ling's singing was completely different from Li Hanxiang's. Whether it was the timbre, the melody, or the transitions between words, Chen Ling was completely different. Enough to crush Li Hanxiang... What the two sing is completely different.
A layman can't tell how big the difference in technique between the two is. They only know that Chen Ling sings much better than Li Hanxiang, but to the ears of an expert, it's completely different.
At this moment, the disdain and sarcasm on Li Hanxiang's face gradually solidified. He stared blankly at the red man on the stage, with confusion and disbelief in his eyes.
"Impossible, how is this possible... How old is he? "Suolin Bag"... how can it be sung like this?"
In the crowd, Kong Baosheng's mouth opened unconsciously, and he could almost fit a goose egg in it. Although he was young, his vision in opera was extremely high, even among the famous actors who worked under his grandma. , the singer may not be better than Chen Ling now.
"Special Envoy, he...he can actually sing?" Uncle Quan was shocked.
No one would have thought that the special envoy who wore a golden mask and stirred up the turmoil in the entire main city with just a raise of his hand half a year ago would actually reach such a high level in the theater. Uncle Quan is also a person who has seen the world, but Chen Ling The moment he spoke, all the operas he had ever heard were eclipsed by this moment.
Uncle Quan turned around and wanted to say something to Huang Xueyue, but he suddenly froze on the spot.
Beside him, the legendary daughter who had dominated the business world at a young age stood there as stunned as a sculpture, as if her soul had been absorbed, with only the reflection of her red coat in her eyes, looking at the surrounding people. All unaware.
There is no accompaniment, no accompanying dancers, the red dress stands alone on the stage, flicking the red sleeves as the tune changes, and the movements and expressions seem to be completely integrated with the characters in the play, sometimes sad and weeping, sometimes sad and lonely...
His every move, every frown and every smile seemed to have some kind of magic power that touched everyone's heartstrings.
at the same time.
Outside the manor, those audience members who had "audited" all the performances and packed their things to leave unconsciously stopped.
They looked back in the rain, listening to the melodious drama coming from the manor, and looked at each other blankly.
"Who...is this?"