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Even though everyone stared at her unkindly, Zhou Feifei still didn't feel any pressure.

With that innocent smile, he blinked at Song Yin.

"Aren't you also a singing contestant, why don't you come for a segment?" Xu Yu grumbled angrily.

Zhou Feifei immediately showed a sweet smile and nodded vigorously, as if she couldn't understand Xu Yu's overtones at all.

"Brother Xu, do you want to hear it? I'll sing it for you."

Xu Yu just rolled his eyes angrily, the song has already been sung over there.

Zhou Feifei's character design is the sweet princess, and the style of music is naturally based on this hexagram.

It's so sweet that it makes people tired, the key is completely different from her original voice, and she knows she's singing with her throat closed.

And she is not young, but she sings the kind that boys and girls like.

The key point is that she winks at Xu Yu from time to time, which is completely different from the meaning of the song itself, which makes people feel embarrassed.

Halfway through the singing, seeing that everyone ran over without waving their hands to her melody, they raised their hands one by one to demonstrate.

Except for Xu Yu, the others were quite cooperative.

After all, you are in front of the camera, so you always have to put on a show.

As for Song Yin, she thought this performance was very interesting, it was similar to the clown performance on the stage before, and it was quite enjoyable to watch.

At the end of a song, the intonation is not accurate, not to mention the breath is unstable, and there are places where it is out of tune.

If Zhao Xiaozhi hadn't covered her with the soundtrack when she was out of tune, she would probably be confused soon.

As a result, Zhou Feifei didn't appreciate it at all, "Xiaozhi, you're too slow to enter the music, aren't you majoring in guitar, how can you still make such a mistake?"

"..."

Turning around, he asked Xu Yu again, "Brother Xu, can I sing well?"

"Hehehe."

Xu Yu really didn't know how to deal with this skill, but he was really good at it.

Seeing that everyone didn't buy it, Zhou Feifei was very angry, but she turned her head to Song Yin as if nothing happened.

"Sister Yinyin, it's your turn to perform."

Song Yin was dissed, and she was a little confused for a while, Li Huimei stood up to smooth things over for her.

"Sister Yinyin is tired, how about I sing for her?"

Wu Mufeng nodded, "Xiao Mei sings the same."

"Mr. Wu, you can't be biased. How can it be the same? Sister Yinyin received a lot of doubts in the last show. I want Yinyin to slap those voices who questioned Sister Yinyin in this show. Sister Yinyin is still very serious. Great."

Some tongue twisters have only one purpose, to get Song Yin to come on.

Zhou Feifei used to be friends with a friend of Li Qingqian, and she had heard a lot about Song Yin.

It is said that it is possible to have today because there is a benefactor behind the list, otherwise there would be no such person.

How Song Yin has nothing to do with her, but if she robs her brother Xu, that's not okay!

Song Yin's expression was slightly restrained, and the words of the owner of the teahouse flashed inexplicably in his mind, "Nowadays, the world has changed, and many old things are not liked by young people."

In just a split second, the voice rang out, and a certain song, Xiao Xiao, which was so hot, rang out in an instant.

"I walked by the snow on the Qilian Mountains outside Yumen Pass"

"I also walked by, the wind blowing from the edge of the Great Wall"

"Beside the mountains and rivers, the hero escapes into the forest and turns into a rain"

"A sword between heaven and earth pierced the blue sky..."

"Since ancient times, heroes and heroes should put benevolence first, and how many years have passed between the world and the rivers and lakes"

"If you say that the rivers and lakes are a soul, and the clouds in the sky open a door..."

Song Yin uses Peking Opera singing at the end of each sentence, and the song is refreshing in an instant.

Not only that, Song Yin also got up and stood up, doing Peking Opera moves while singing.

For a moment, it felt like the atmosphere was ignited.

Song Yin herself has a rather cool temperament, and her dance is not purely the movements in Peking Opera, but some sword dancing movements are added in it.

When it comes to commenting on Peking Opera, Song Yin dares to be called an expert, but it is okay if she is really asked to sing a few lines, but not too much.

In her time, being an actor was the lowest profession.

Her mother told her since she was a child that she should not indulge in it, and that opera actors are misleading the country, so she can touch others, but singing opera is absolutely not allowed in their family.

But listening to opera is a daily life. Her grandmother likes it, and often invites an opera troupe to sing at home.

Familiar with each other, Song Yin can also pretend to hum a few words.

But when professionals heard it, they must know that her basic skills are not enough.

But today is just an entertainment program, so it won't be promoted to a professional.

She thought of singing such a song in front of the camera because she thought of the shopkeeper's sigh, and also felt that many things in the past had indeed failed.

If it can resonate with some people, it can be regarded as making some contributions to these declining things.

From the moment Song Yin sang, Zhao Xiaozhi felt goose bumps all over his body, and was so excited that he almost shed tears.

Shocking, really shocking!

It's like watching a Beijing opera where everyone is adapting a popular song, which is exciting, fun and exciting.

Zhao Xiaozhi didn't understand Song Yin's tone, but she knew it was not an amateur level, and her movements were even more so.

Every move is very exemplary, every movement is very in place, there is no difficult front bridge, just a few simple turns, it is enough for everyone to see the foundation.

At the end of the song, Song Yin stopped the tone, made a certain movement, and smiled at everyone.

"It's ugly."

She really felt that she was showing her ugliness. In her previous life, she would never have sung and danced in front of so many people. It was indecent.

But the times have changed, and her thinking has to change accordingly.

Wu Mufeng took the lead in applauding, which was no different from the scene where Zhou Feifei finished singing just now.

At this time, the applause was one after another, and everyone was moved by Song Yin's song, and they were so excited.

Zhao Xiaozhi even changed his previous shyness, and shouted, "One more, it sounds good."

Li Huimei also booed, "Sister Yinyin, I haven't heard enough."

Xu Yu's eyes became even hotter, and the corners of his mouth turned up, as if he was smirking.

Song Yin waved her hands and sat back in her seat, and responded with a smile, "Actually, I'm not a professional singer. If everyone who is professional is here, it will be a shock."

"No, the singing is very good, at least it sounds professional to us, have you ever learned it?"

Wu Mufeng had an occupational disease, and when he saw Song Yin sitting down, he wanted to interview him.

Song Yin shook her head, "Grandma used to like to listen to it, and I followed suit. I learned a little bit, but it was just superficial. It doesn’t count, but I dare not say that I can sing.”

This is really not modesty, but from the heart.

The previous era was different from the present. It’s not that you can tell me what I can do after you come out of the last school.

Needless to say, opera singers need to have boy skills, which are all practiced since childhood, and it is not easy to use halfway through the monkhood.

The master has to choose people, you have to be the material, you have to suffer, and you have to be poor.

"The singing conditions in the past were much worse than now, and eating was always a problem."

Song Yin talked about the past, from the troupe setting up stages everywhere, to singing fire with horns, to the enduring time.

She doesn't understand opera, but she knows how the troupe survive.

This is thanks to the adjutant who killed her, who was born in an opera before.

She saw that he took him in pitifully, who would have thought that the old saying was correct.

Actor is useless!