The atmosphere of the party has always been extremely enthusiastic, and the entire program process basically follows the method of mainland singers, Bayan singers and two-by-two chorus.

In the front are Zhang Yusheng's "The Sea", Na Ying's "Mountains Don't Turn, Waters Turn", and Li Lingyu and Wu Qilong's "High Mountains and Blues".

Then Tengger's "Little River Flows", Zhou Huajian's "Lonely Pillow Can't Sleep", and then Na Ying and Zhang Yusheng's duet "Picking Red Water Lings".

When he saw the National Symphony Orchestra starting to take the stage, Su Luo knew that he had to start getting ready.

At the back of the circular stage, musicians from the National Symphony Orchestra arranged their formations in an orderly manner with the cooperation of the staff. According to visual inspection, there should be more than 60 people.

This is because of the size of the stage. Otherwise, Zhang Xiaohai really wants to invite a four-tube orchestra, but that would require more than a hundred people.

The current double-pipe orchestra has more than sixty members.

There are 2 flutes, oboes, clarinets, bassoons, and trumpets, 4 French horns, 3 trombones, 1 tuba, and then the violin.

There are 12 first violins, 10 second violins, 8 violas, 6 cellos, and 4 double basses; the percussion group requires a total of 3 to 4 players.

Good guy, as soon as there are so many people on the stage, the atmosphere is instantly filled!

The four hosts are the poetry recital performers arranged by Zhang Xiaohai. It seems that all four of them are in their prime now.

Ni Ping, who is wearing a blue dress, is not inferior to any celebrity artist in the mainland. She must have a good figure, a good temperament, and her hosting skills have been tested for a long time.

Feng Gong is thirty-six years old. He started performing cross talk at the age of sixteen. He has appeared on the Spring Festival Gala stage for seven consecutive years from the age of twenty-nine to this year. Now that he is wearing a suit, he can be regarded as a talented person.

Wanwan's Hu Gua and Lan Xinmei are also at the peak of their beauty. The four of them stood in a row, and the cameraman began to slowly sweep the camera, and finally fell on Ni Ping's face.

"Not long ago, a major fire broke out in Longfu Building. Many of my friends may have thought that a fire in such a tall commercial building at night would be very difficult to put out once the fire has taken hold!"

"The larger the burning area, the more difficult it is to put out the fire. The huge fire in Longfu Building was just such an encounter!"

After Ni Ping started, Feng Gong also looked serious and raised the microphone:

"This fire caused a direct economic loss of 21 million yuan, but we are very fortunate that after 828 fire officers and soldiers in the city fought for eight hours, we finally put out the fire!"

Lan Xinmei relay said:

"We are grateful to all fire officers and soldiers. As one of the dangerous professions most closely related to us, they will always come forward in dangerous moments!"

Hu Gua nodded and faced the camera: "They are well-deserved unsung heroes. Now please enjoy the accompanying poem recitation "Fire Soldiers, Unsung Heroes"!"

The symphony orchestra behind him began to move. As soon as the melody came out, the deep sound of the cello made people feel a very depressing and sad gloom.

Ni Ping: "Walk through the baptism of blood and fire!"

Feng Gong: "Experienced the struggle between life and death!"

Lan Xinmei: "With the alarm bells roaring and time passing by!"

Hu Gua: "Facing the raging fire demon and letting the years pass by"

Ni Ping, Lan Xinmei: "Military uniforms cast the green color of your life!"

Feng Gong, Hu Gua: "Fire has made you fearless!"

Ni Ping, Feng Gong, Lan Xinmei, Hu Gua: "You are a firefighter, you are an unsung hero!"

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This poem is not short. The host on the stage divides the work and cooperates, and the audience below is silent.

To be honest, this kind of poetry recitation is not very suitable for the current occasion. Even though the four hosts have tried their best to interpret it, the words are clear and sonorous, and even Hu Gua and Lan Xinmei have tried their best to make the words correct and well-tongued.

There is an orchestra playing music at the back, but it does not allow people to quickly enter the atmosphere of the situation. After all, this kind of word always gives people a sense of feebleness.

Empty!

And many people can’t understand why it’s just a poem recitation by four hosts, with such a huge soundtrack, including a symphony orchestra with more than 60 musicians!

This is obviously a bit like using anti-aircraft guns to swat mosquitoes, using overqualified materials for underutilized purposes. Moreover, everyone can hear it, and there seem to be only a handful of instruments used to set the music for the poems.

Could it be that you just came here to look good? The rest are just fake stuff?

"Your new song will definitely become a hit this time! The lyrics you wrote are really great. It has the same flavor as those in Xiangjiang and Wanwan!" Na Ying came close to Su Luo and started to get close to each other.

Speaking of this party, there are only four people in Gu Jian's training class, Mao Amin, Na Ying, Xie Xiaodong and Su Luo. As fellow disciples, they must be a natural group.

This gave Na Ying the opportunity to further ask for songs from Su Luo. This little flatterer had to take a photo from time to time, leaving Su Luo helpless.

"Hmm!"

Su Luo nodded: "I think you are right!"

"I heard that the singers in Wanwan are also very optimistic about your song. Hey! Do you think I should tell them that you just carry a knife without an umbrella on a rainy night?"

"Really, I can't help but look at their confused look!"

Na Ying is now signed to Fumao Records, and the focus of her next development will naturally be on Wanwan. Therefore, the Wanwan singers at this party also strengthened their communication and worked hard to enhance their personal connections.

She did want to expose Su Luo's identity and show off her connections, but she thought about how she would attract other competitors before she got her new song.

Wouldn’t that be shooting yourself in the foot?

"You said that I have been begging you for so long. Even if you are an iceberg, have I been saved? Can you write two songs for me?"

Na Ying continues to work tirelessly.

While listening to the poetry recitation, Su Luo turned to look at Na Ying, who had a flattering expression on her face: "You have finished singing two songs, you can leave work early!"

Listening to Su Luo's blunt change of topic, Na Ying felt so depressed that she wanted to vomit blood: "I said we are not outsiders after all, you write songs so quickly!"

"If you spare a little time, just write a couple of songs for me!"

"I know we have a little unpleasantness, but isn't it all a matter of rotten sesame and rotten millet? You have a lot of money, so forgive me!"

"I will definitely behave well in the future. I have told the teacher that from now on, I promise to be a new person!"

The more Na Ying talked, the more depressed she became. Looking at Su Luo's indifferent expression, she scratched her head:

"You have to give me a chance no matter what. You can't beat me to death with just one shot. Give me the death penalty! Even if you guess a coin and decide whether to live or die!"

"At least I still have a 50% chance!"

"Yeah! OK! Guess the coin!"

Su Luo's light words made Na Ying stunned for a moment, then overjoyed. This was the first time in a long time that Su Luo was relieved.

Definitely a good sign!

"Okay! Okay! If you say guess the coin, let's guess the coin. Then you say, write me a song if it's heads? Or write me a song if it's tails? Don't say stand up!"

"No! If the coin breaks in half, I will write it for you!" Su Luo said and took two steps. The host finished his recitation and began to introduce himself to the stage.
Chapter completed!