The song "The Actor" at the beginning stunned me with its portrayal of the aloof school be

"Yes."

Just two simple words.

This caused the live stream room to become excited again.

"Here it comes!"

"I'm all too familiar with Jiang Shen's tone!"

"The calmer he is, the bigger the problem is!"

"Seven million eight hundred and sixty thousand votes! Can he really catch up?"

"I believe him, but I'm actually starting to panic."

"This is Lu Xunzhou, no ordinary opponent!"

Backstage rest area.

Tang Yixin sat up straight.

Su Nian also put down her guitar.

Huang Ze took off his headphones and stared at the monitor.

Jiang Zhen crossed his arms, his expression more serious than ever before.

Almost everyone is waiting.

Waiting for Jiang Che's last song.

What kind of work will this person, who fought his way out from the corner, use to challenge Lu Xunzhou's mountain of 7.86 million votes?

The stage lights dimmed.

Jiang Che walked onto the stage.

He didn't bring his guitar.

He didn't sit down at the piano either.

A standing microphone was placed in the center of the stage.

Jiang Che stood there.

There were no extra decorations on her body.

A beam of pale blue light slowly descended.

The scene was quiet.

Everyone instinctively held their breath, afraid of missing the first sound.

Jiang Che raised his head and looked at the audience below the stage.

Then he announced the program in a soft voice.

"The last song."

"It's called 'Blue and White Porcelain'."

The three words fell.

On the mentor's seat, Qin Lie's fingers froze instantly.

Shen Yan narrowed his eyes slightly.

Cheng Xue's brow twitched slightly.

Blue and white porcelain.

These three words evoke such a vivid image.

The live stream was initially filled with question marks.

Then the barrage of comments exploded.

"Traditional Chinese style?"

"Will Jiang Shen sing another traditional Chinese style song for his last performance?"

"Holy crap! They're going to sing a traditional Chinese style song for the last song in the finals? That's incredibly daring!"

"He already has 'Moonlight,' how dare he touch upon traditional Chinese style again?"

"This song title sounds so beautiful."

"Blue and white porcelain, even the name itself has a certain charm."

Lin Xier sat in the guest seats.

The moment she heard the song title, she sat up straight.

She understood better than the average viewer how bold Jiang Che's choice was.

The final 1v1 match of the grand final.

On the other side, Lu Xunzhou just garnered 7.86 million votes with his explosive stage performance.

A normal person would continue to choose a highly stimulating stage at this point.

At the very least, they should choose genres like high-pitched music, rock, or electronic music, which can quickly garner votes.

But Jiang Che chose the traditional Chinese style.

The beauty of traditional Chinese style is never revealed in the first second.

It emphasizes lingering charm.

Pay attention to leaving blank spaces.

It emphasizes the layering of words, melody, and artistic conception.

In instant voting, this is an extremely risky choice.

But Lin Xi'er had a strange premonition.

This song is going to be scary.

Because Jiang Che never chooses songs casually at crucial moments.

The accompaniment began.

A traditional Chinese ink painting of Jiangnan unfolded before everyone's eyes in an instant.

The moment the intro ends.

Qin Lie suddenly raised his head.

"Gong, Shang, Jiao, Zhi, Yu".

He muttered something under his breath.

Shen Yan, who was standing next to him, spoke up almost simultaneously.

"Pentatonic scale".

The two exchanged a glance.

Shock was evident in his eyes.

The song's roots in traditional Chinese style are already evident from the very beginning.

It's not about simply pasting guzheng and pipa tunes onto popular melodies.

It's not about piling up a few classical words to look sophisticated.

Its melody is rooted in the five tones of the East.

Gong, Shang, Jiao, Zhi, Yu.

It lacks the sharp semitone clashes of Western scales, and possesses a natural warmth and mellowness.

It's like a porcelain vase.

Even before seeing the patterns, just by looking at the outline, one can already tell that it comes from a famous kiln.

Jiang Che spoke.

"The blue and white porcelain is outlined on the unglazed porcelain, with the brushstrokes going from thick to thin."

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

"The gentle scent of sandalwood wafts through the window, and I understand your unspoken thoughts."

"The brushstrokes on the Xuan paper stop halfway here."

The sound was very soft.

Very stable.

Like a fine wolf-hair brush dipped in light ink, falling onto pure white rice paper.

He didn't show off his skills.

There are no high notes.

There wasn't even any extra emotional pushing or shoving.

Yet every word that falls carries a subtle, pervasive beauty.

Blue light slowly spread across the stage.

Ink-wash textures appeared on the large screen.

The outline of a blue and white porcelain vase gradually emerges with the melody.

The audience below the stage was stunned.

They were initially worried that the slow song wouldn't be able to catch up with Lu Xunzhou's votes.

But as soon as Jiang Che sang the first verse, a picture appeared in everyone's mind.

drizzle.

Jiangnan.

Kiln fire.

Porcelain bottle.

There is also a woman hidden in the misty rain.

"What a nice view……"

A girl in the front row muttered unconsciously.

She even forgot to vote.

It wasn't just her.

Many people forgot to vote.

They were drawn into the song.

It felt like standing in a narrow alleyway paved with bluestone slabs.

The distance was shrouded in mist and rain.

Someone walked by with an umbrella.

The patterns on the porcelain bottle were faintly visible in the steam.

The song continues.

Jiang Che's voice became increasingly steady.

"The charm of the glazed portrait of a lady is kept privately."

"And your radiant smile is like a budding flower."

"A wisp of your beauty drifts away."

"Go to places I can't go."

"The sky is the color of rain after a storm, and I am waiting for you."

"Smoke rises gently from the chimneys, thousands of miles away across the river."

"Inscribing Han Dynasty clerical script on the bottom of the bottle, imitating the elegant style of the previous dynasty."

Consider this a foreshadowing of our meeting.

This song doesn't have the screaming of "Chasing Dreams with a Pure Heart".

It lacks the vastness of "Blue Lotus".

It also lacks the sharp vocal techniques of "Moonlight Sonata".

It looks like a real piece of blue and white porcelain.

It sat there quietly.

The more I look at it, the more beautiful it becomes.

The more I listened, the deeper I became.

Qin Lie's expression had changed.

He looked down at the lyrics text that the production team was handing him in real time, and the more he looked, the more alarmed he became.

"Every sentence describes porcelain."

"Every stroke of the pen depicts a person."

Upon hearing this, Shen Yan immediately looked at the lyrics.

The next second, he fell silent.

indeed.

On the surface, this song is about blue and white porcelain.

Describe the body and glaze, the color, the kiln fire, the patterns, and the paintings on the bottle.

You can savor it carefully.

Every sentence is about people.

Write "waiting".

Write about regrets.

Write about a person waiting across time for another person to appear.

Porcelain is a representation of people.

People are also made of porcelain.

The warmth, coolness, fragility, and preciousness of blue and white porcelain all fell upon that woman.

Every stroke of blue and white on porcelain represents a longing in one's heart.

The more Qin Lie looked, the more his back tingled.

He wrote lyrics his whole life.

I know all too well how difficult this is.

Simply writing about porcelain can easily turn into an instruction manual.

Simply writing about people can easily fall into clichés.

But in Jiang Che's song, every line mentions porcelain, yet every line goes beyond just porcelain.

"This word..."

Qin Lie paused for a long time.

In the end, he only uttered two words.

"Absolutely amazing."

In the live stream, even knowledgeable music bloggers started going crazy.

"Holy crap! Don't just listen to the melody! Look at the lyrics!"

"This song is brutal!"

"He kept writing about blue and white porcelain, but every single line he wrote seemed to resonate with a person!"

"Every sentence describes porcelain, every stroke depicts a person!"

"That's so sophisticated! That's such a sophisticated word!"

"And the composition! The pentatonic scale! This is genuine traditional Chinese music that has grown from its roots!"

"This isn't just a cheap imitation of ancient Chinese style! This is genuine traditional Chinese style!"

The comments section was filled with question marks.

"What is the pentatonic scale?"

"What does this mean? Can anyone explain?"

Soon, professional audience members began to explain.

Simply put, it's the traditional five-tone scale: Gong, Shang, Jiao, Zhi, and Yu.

"The melody of this song is fundamentally based on Eastern aesthetics, not a Western pop song with ancient-style lyrics."

"Got it, Jiang Shen didn't wear Hanfu this time, he just took the jade pendant out of the ancestral cabinet."

"That analogy upstairs is brilliant!"

The song then moves into its second verse.

"The banana leaves outside the curtain attract the sudden rain, and the door knocker becomes covered in verdigris."

"And I offended you by passing through that small town in Jiangnan."

"In the ink wash landscape painting"

You have vanished from the depths of the darkness.

Cheng Xue suddenly noticed the word "惹" (rě, meaning to provoke or provoke) appearing three times in a row in the lyrics.

She was taken aback for a moment.

Then his eyes lit up completely.

"These three words are 'provocative'..."

She looked at Qin Lie.

Qin Lie had already nodded.

"Three places to provoke."

"The previous place was Jing Re Yu."

"One of the things is that attracts attention."

"The last one is about people getting involved in relationships."

"Scenery, objects, and people, presented in three progressive layers."

"This word is used brilliantly."

Shen Yan couldn't help but gently tap the table.

"The three instances of the word 'provoke' each have a deeper meaning than the last."

"The first one is still in the frame."

"The second instance is on objects."

"The third point directly addresses the issue of emotions."

"This is not writing lyrics."

"This is the brushstroke on a porcelain vase."

The three mentors on the panel could no longer sit still.

Qin Lie even forgot that he was still live-streaming.

He held the lyrics book, his eyes filled with shock.

"If this song were performed in today's music scene, very few people could rival it."

"That's too little."

He spoke very slowly.

But every single word is heavy.

The audience could not hear the mentors' hushed conversations.

The live stream can be recorded.

Upon hearing this, the live chat exploded once again.

"Holy crap! Even Teacher Qin Lie said there are very few people who can fight well!"

"This praise is ridiculously high!"

"What kind of divine analysis is 'Three Res'?!"

"I just thought it sounded nice before, but after hearing the analysis, I'm blown away."

"Is this song really that awesome?"

"I knew I was getting goosebumps listening to this! Turns out it wasn't that I'm uncultured, it's that Jiang Che is incredibly cultured!"

"Blue and white porcelain, it's truly amazing!"

Wang Haoran was completely dumbfounded in his dormitory.

He had originally prepared to give a huge cheer.

But after hearing the song, he was speechless for a long time.

He doesn't understand the five tones.

I don't understand the Three Rebellions either.

I have no idea what it means to describe porcelain in every sentence and people in every stroke of the pen.

All he knew was that...

As soon as this song came out, his mind was filled with images of the misty rain of Jiangnan.

They were all bluish-white porcelain bottles.

They are all just shadows waiting for someone who never comes.

He, a large, obese man weighing 180 pounds, actually detected an indescribable tenderness and regret in his voice.

Wang Haoran hesitated for a long time, and finally only managed to utter one sentence.

Holy crap.

"That sounds really good."

His roommate looked at him.

"Is that all the culture you have?"

Wang Haoran spoke with righteous indignation.

"This is me returning to simplicity!"

"Don't you think it sounds nice?"

My roommate was silent for two seconds.

"It sounds nice."

Wang Haoran slapped his thigh.

"That solves it!"

"Music, in the end, just has to sound good!"

"Of course, my advisor's analysis was also amazing."

"Anyway, my brother is way cooler!"

Girls' dormitory.

Su Qing was completely stunned.

She looked at Lin Xi'er, her voice softening.

"Xi'er".

"Isn't this song amazing?"

Lin Xi'er did not answer immediately.

She stared at Jiang Che on the screen.

The person stood in the pale blue light, their voice steady and gentle.

He was singing about a piece of porcelain.

It's like singing about a girl waiting in the misty rain.

Lin Xi'er suddenly felt a gentle tug on her heart.

She has heard countless traditional Chinese songs since she was a child.

I've also heard a lot of so-called classical pop.

But there isn’t a song like “Blue and White Porcelain”.

Clean.

完整。

So beautiful that you can't find any flaws.

It doesn't seem like it's deliberately showcasing culture.

It is culture in itself.

Lin Xi'er said softly.

"That's impressive."

Su Qing pressed for an answer.

"How amazing?"

Lin Xi'er was silent for a moment.

"If 'Moonlight' proves that Jiang Che can write in the style of traditional Chinese literature."

"Then this song, 'Blue and White Porcelain,' is telling everyone that..."

"His understanding of traditional Chinese style has reached its peak."

Su Qing's eyes widened.

"Is that exaggerated?"

Lin Xi'er shook her head.

"Not an exaggeration."

"I even spoke too softly."

She looked at Jiang Che on the screen.

His eyes were more serious than ever before.

"After this song, when it comes to writing about traditional Chinese style music in the Chinese music scene, Jiang Che is an indispensable figure."

These words were spoken.

The dormitory was quiet for a moment.

Su Qing opened her mouth, but couldn't say anything for a long time.

Jiang Che is unavoidable.

That's too harsh a comment.

But hearing the gentle voice on the screen, she realized that Lin Xier was right.

on the stage.

Jiang Che sang the last part.

The blue light gradually faded.

The outline of the porcelain vase on the big screen was completely complete.

The blue and white porcelain pattern slowly unfolds on the bottle.

landscape.

misty rain.

Small town.

woman.

All the images merged together at this moment.

Jiang Che's voice also gradually faded away with the last syllable.

There was no explosion.

There was no roaring.

There was no showing off.

Only a lingering echo remains.

Like a drop of water still clinging to a porcelain vase after the rain has stopped.

The entire room fell silent.

A deathly silence.

This time, no one rushed to applaud.

It's not that I don't want to.

It's because no one has yet emerged from that painting.

A full five seconds passed.

The first round of applause rang out.

From Qin Lie.

He stood up and slowly clapped his hands.

Immediately afterwards, Shen Yan stood up.

Cheng Xue also stood up.

All three mentors stood up at the same time.

Next came the judges' panel.

Then there's the audience seating.

Row after row.

Everyone stood up.

Applause swept through the entire venue like a tidal wave.

This applause lacked the frenzied roars that followed "Chasing Dreams".

But it is even more substantial.

It is even longer.

It was as if everyone was applauding, paying tribute to the Eastern aesthetics in the song they had just heard.

After a brief silence, the live stream chat exploded with comments.

"Investiture of the Gods!"

"Blue and white porcelain has reached godhood!"

"This is the pinnacle of traditional Chinese style!"

"I just heard that you forgot to vote!"

"Brothers, vote now!"

"Holy crap! Stop crying and pretending to be cultured, vote!"

"Throw him into the river! Quickly!"

Many viewers then realized what was happening.

The voting channel is still open.

I was so engrossed in the song, in such quiet, that I didn't want to interrupt it.

Surprisingly, a large number of people forgot to vote.

next second.

The numbers on the big screen started to skyrocket.

One million.

Three million.

five million.

Seven million.

Lu Xunzhou's 7.86 million votes were originally like a mountain.

But now, faced with Jiang Che's votes, it began to falter.

Everyone stared at the big screen.

They stopped breathing.

The numbers are still rising.

Seven million six hundred thousand.

Seven million seven hundred thousand.

Seven million eight hundred thousand.

7.87 million.

Overtaken!

The entire venue erupted in cheers.

But the vote count hasn't stopped.

It continued to surge upwards.

Eight million.

Eight million five hundred thousand.

Nine million.

Finally, the numbers were displayed.

Nine million two hundred and sixty thousand votes.

Everyone present was stunned.

The host held the microphone, his voice trembling.

"Jiang Che's final solo vote count."

"Nine million two hundred and sixty thousand votes!"

"More than 1.4 million votes over Lu Xunzhou!"

"The champion of this season's 'I Am a Singer-Songwriter' is...."

His voice hadn't even faded yet.

The entire audience had already started chanting that name.

"Jiang Che!"

"Jiang Che!"

"Jiang Che!"

The sound waves rose higher and higher.

Lu Xunzhou stood to the side of the stage, looking at the number, and slowly smiled.

He walked towards Jiang Che.

Reach out.

"I lost."

I am completely convinced.

Jiang Che grasped his hand.

"Teacher Lu has a strong stage presence."

Lu Xunzhou shook his head.

"But your 'Blue and White Porcelain' is no longer a question of whether it's strong or not."

He looked at Jiang Che and said seriously.

"This song will stay for a long time."

"It will last longer than this show."

As soon as those words were spoken...

Qin Lie, sitting in the mentor's seat, nodded.

He's right.

Shen Yan added softly.

"Many stages will be forgotten after this show ends."

"But not 'Blue and White Porcelain'."

Cheng Xue looked at Jiang Che on the stage with admiration in her eyes.

"From today onwards, there will be one more standard song for traditional Chinese style songs."

The host finally raised the microphone.

The sound resounded throughout the entire venue.

Let's congratulate Jiang Che!

"To become the national champion of the first season of 'I Am a Singer-Songwriter'!"

Colorful ribbons fell from the sky.

All the lights shone on Jiang Che.

This moment.

From the last row of the scrap area against the wall to the center of the final championship stage.

Jiang Che only used one program.

A song called "Blue and White Porcelain".

The championship was cemented under his name.

Everyone in the audience stood up and applauded.

The live stream chat was filled with the same message.

"The championship is well-deserved!"

Corner God of Song.

Officially reached the summit.

This night was also written into all the biographies about Jiang Che by countless music critics.

Because they all know it.

This is not the end.

This marked the true beginning of Jiang Che's rise to prominence in the Chinese music scene.

It also marks the beginning of a new era of entertainment.

P.S.: "Blue and White Porcelain", sung by Jay Chou, lyrics by Vincent Fang, music by Jay Chou.