The Salted Fish Invading the Entertainment Circle

Chapter 94 Liu Yan's First Show
"It's so boring, when will it be Liu Qianda's new song to come on stage?"

Watching a few young stars invited by Imperial TV Station bouncing up and down on the stage, a netizen shrunk the live video into a small corner while posting on the "Ancient Style Picture" forum.

"I don't know, but the scarf of Xianyu Studio says that the new song is the 10th program, and it hasn't been long since it came in. Who knows how many programs it is now?"

"Reporting upstairs, it's the 7th program now, and I'm sleepy after watching it; this damn oil depot website, there is no barrage, no sense of participation at all, it seems to be complaining about these crappy programs!"

"Hehe~! I'm happily posting barrage at Xiaopozhan now, but it's a pity that there are not many people watching this party at Xiaopozhan, so I feel a little lonely."

"Brother, don't panic, members of the crude oil depot will be transferred to the battlefield soon!"

"Downstairs +1"

"+10001 downstairs!"

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At this moment, Mr. Yang was also yawning as he watched from the audience. A few small streamers on the stage were embarrassingly performing a "right stand" skit. , so that Yang Zhu really couldn't arouse the slightest interest;

"I said bro, who planned this New Year's Day party? Even if it's not a local Spring Festival Gala, there's no need to be so careless, right?"

Mr. Zheng curled his lips: "A deputy director personally caught it, saying that he wanted to keep his stance correct and promote positive energy, but also keep in line with the times and attract more young people to watch, so he made it look like this."

Officer Yang could only hehe: "The goal...is magnificent!"

Mr. Zheng heard the sarcasm in it and shook his head: "Bear with it, starting from the second half of the New Year's Day party, I have arranged all the programs. In addition to the performances of your artists, the performances of "The Stars Know My Sound" A lot of popular celebrities have programs.”

"Well... the next show is the warm-up show I arranged, and then it's your artist's show."

Only then did Yang Zhu pull himself together,

Sure enough, 3 minutes later, the old acquaintance Qin Hailu came on stage and partnered with another celebrity to perform a cross talk. Although the cross talk script is not a classic, the two gave full play to their characteristics as actors, with body language and facial expressions throughout the process. The expressions are extremely rich, making the audience below laugh out loud;
Yang Zhu also laughed like a pig from time to time, this show...is a bit like a combination of cross talk and sketches.

Another 5 minutes passed, the two called their curtain call, Yang Zhu was shocked, and it was time for Liu Yan's show.

Sure enough, as the host announced the curtain and left the stage, a burst of faster-paced erhu sounded, and then eight dancers in pale pink ancient dresses rushed out and began to dance in circles with their long sleeves;
"The sound of cicadas accompanies Xingyun to wander, and after the memory begins, quietly look into the distance;"

On the side of the stage, Wan Jing, dressed in a blue and gray men's gown with Mini wheat on her face, stepped out slowly.

"An ancient well and dry pond covered by weeds, evenly scattered a ray of the past;"

Wan Jing walked to the right side of the center of the stage and stopped, following a trace of reminiscence in the singing, she stared sideways with a trace of nostalgia behind her;

"The morning light disturbed Moshang Xinsang, and the wind blew up the fallen flowers in front of the court and passed through the corridor;"

A slightly hoarse female voice came from the left back of the stage, but exuded a trace of heart knot;

Following the small group of audience's whispers, Liu Yan, who was dressed in a white fairy suit, slowly came out, but her bumpy figure was added to the originally cold and solemn fairy suit. Unexplainable, unexplainable charm;
"Thick ink chases the flow of emotions, dyeing my plain clothes and white clothes..."

Liu Yan walked to the left of the center of the stage, as if feeling something in her heart, she looked in the direction of Wan Jing, but she was looking at the top of Wan Jing;
Wan Jing also turned her head simultaneously and looked at Liu Yan's front side with a slightly doubtful look;
"The sun is slightly cool and the strings are slightly cool; the sound of the wind is wild, and the world is in a hurry;" Liu Yan sang, her brows slightly frowned;

"Breath is slightly cool, mind is slightly cool; fleeting time is in a hurry, so it doesn't matter if it's right or wrong;" Wan Jing's brows relaxed, with a hint of self-mockery on his expression;
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"You have been wandering in the world for thousands of years, but you only let me see you for the last time;"

Wan Jing raised her sleeves and looked at herself, with a trace of regret on her face, she turned and left slowly;

"Firelight burns out the time to describe the face, don't leave me alone, alone, withered in the dream..."

Liu Yan seemed to vaguely see Wan Jing's figure, and hurried away in two steps, her face was disbelieving at first, and then there was a hint of pleading;
There was another round of erhu, and the two had different expressions on the stage.

Wan Jing had a free and easy face, with her hands folded in her wide sleeves, she walked slowly;

And Liu Yan, after a hard search, looked lonely, but still looked around unwillingly.

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"Fireflies would like to forget the summer night, if they want to bid farewell to this time after all;"

Wan Jing stopped and raised her right hand lightly, as if a firefly was actually parked on it, her expression was leisurely, but there was a trace of reluctance in her singing;
"The skirt is inadvertently stained with lotus fragrance, and has since fallen into the dust net;"

Liu Yan gently lifted the corner of her skirt, raised her head and looked up again, with a wry smile on her face, but determination in her voice;

"The teeth of clogs lightly step on the candle flame and sway, and all the noise and silence are depicted on the painting;"

Wan Jing put her hands on her cuffs, swayed her steps comfortably, and looked around with a [outsider] expression;

"From Jingzhe all the way to Frost's Landing, tears condense into lines of poetry..."

Liu Yan lowered her head slightly with a lonely face, and there was a tremolo in her voice;
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"The lanterns are slightly cool, and the pen is slightly cool..." Wan Jing shook her head lightly, raised her eyebrows, and seemed a little dissatisfied;
"It's hard to paint emptiness, it's hard to explain melancholy..." Liu Yan felt lost, her eyes blurred;
"The dream is cool, the plot is cool..." Wan Jing raised her head slightly, frowning, as if trying to recall a certain memory fragment;
"Misty hallucinations, overlapping sadness..." Liu Yan's face began to relax, as if she was gradually letting go...

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"It turns out that the farewell is because of deep attachment, you exchanged reincarnation for a full moon beside my pillow..."

Liu Yan slowly looked back, as if she really saw Wan Jing behind her.
Walking towards her slowly, a smile appeared on the corner of his mouth, his expression was three points grateful and seven points relieved;
"I would like the memory to stop at the skinny fingertips, fade with the flowers, the dust scatter, and gradually run aground..."

Wan Jing looked at Liu Yan, with a peaceful smile on her face, with a hint of reminiscence,
Walking towards her, gently stretched out his index finger, touching Liu Yan's index finger,
Then pass by like a passerby...

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"After many years, I dreamed of that day again; the picture was far away, and there was a drizzle..."

Liu Yan sang a little high-pitched, her face seemed to be reminiscing about the best memory;
Wan Jing agreed in a low voice, with a calm expression on his face...

"If the next life is too far away to send the promise, it is better to learn to let go of many obsessions..."

The two were still in harmony, one high and the other low, with chuckles on their faces in unison, but their eyes were distant and blurred;

Suddenly, Liu Yan stretched out her arms from her hanging sleeves, and a long special silk fan that had been folded long ago hung out.
Liu Yan rubbed the fan, opened the fan, and then shook her right hand with an incomparably beautiful and mysterious frequency. This long silk fan with a tail of 1 meter was like a cheerful blue koi, flying in the air with a smart trajectory ...

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"I express my condolences to the years with this fragment of a sentence,"

"When I was old, the water was as beautiful as the sky;"

"Who will bury the joys and sorrows..."

As Liu Yan sang, she moved her steps around Wan Jing as if she was strolling in a garden, and the beautiful blue koi in her hand gradually wrapped the half of the two of them...

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"The sound of cicadas accompanies the wandering clouds, the distant memory..."

Following the chorus again, Liu Yan retracted the long silk fan handsomely in her hand, crossed with Wan Jing, and each made a movement of the back of the right hand;
then,

The music stops abruptly...

Three seconds later, there was warm applause from the audience, which lasted for a long time...

PS: The part of the long fan is from a large-scale ancient concert. The famous domestic COSER "Hell Butterfly Pill" copied the performance for the koi. Our impression of dancing Yangko; I suggest that you can search for yourself if you are interested.

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