As the saying goes, there are a thousand Hamlets in the eyes of a thousand readers.
Different people have different interpretations for the same literary work. This is a process of re-creation. When viewers deconstruct the work, they often add their own life insights, which are even something that the original author has never thought of.
The lyrics of the song "The Whale on the Isle of the Isle" are very simple and straightforward. Children must be able to understand them literally after listening to them. But adults are completely different. The more they experience and the richer they have emotions, the more likely they are to be moved by this song. In fact, they are moved by themselves, which is the so-called resonance.
"Hey hey, you're really crying." Suddenly, Chen Qing looked at Chen Huiwen in surprise.
"No, nothing," Chen Huiwen wiped her tears awkwardly, but tears couldn't stop coming out. Her eyes were red with tears, and she squeezed out a smile and said, "I just thought of something, and suddenly I couldn't help it. You guys continue."
Yang Zongning took out a tissue from somewhere and handed it to Chen Huiwen and said, "It seems that this song is very magical, and it makes Teacher Huiwen cry."
Ye Cheng looked at Chen Huiwen's tears and suddenly wanted to know the reason why she cried just now. Did he think of the emotional past between her and Ke Liang?
Seeing that the atmosphere was a little cold, Liu Huan hurriedly held it and asked, "Ye Cheng, why did you think of writing a whale?"
Ye Cheng casually said: "The proposition of creation is 'dream', so I thought of fairy tales. Taking animals as the first perspective, the blue whale happens to be the largest animal on the earth."
Chen Huiwen's tears finally stopped, and she interrupted: "Don't discuss whether the creation process of this song is good or not, destroying the romantic atmosphere."
Seeing that Chen Huiwen recovered, Chen Qing smiled and said, "I really have to say it. Guess how long it took Ye Cheng to write this song?"
"How long?" Yang Zongning asked curiously.
Chen Qing turned around and said to the audience: "It took him five minutes to write the lyrics, then he slept in bed for five hours, and it took about eight minutes to compose the music after waking up."
"Wow..." The audience screamed in surprise.
Liu Huan smiled and said, "I know many singers and writers who have quirks, including myself. I like to drink when I write songs. But Ye Cheng's hobbies are very interesting. You can't all your songs come from sleeping, right?"
Ye Cheng felt that he shouldn't have lie, so he had to keep it round at the beginning. He replied: "When he was sleeping, he was actually fantasizing about the melody."
Yang Zongning smiled and said, "I want to try this composition method back."
Chen Huiwen's focus is not on the song itself, and she asked: "Did you write this song for a girl?"
Ye Cheng nodded and admitted: "Yes."
"Wow!" The audience immediately started to cheer. Some time ago, Ye Cheng's relationship with Gao Yuanyuan was in a hot topic online.
Chen Huiwen was very interested in gossip. She asked, "There are a few sentences in the lyrics, 'It's just a pity that you can't lie on my chest, admire the vastest immortality in the night sky, put the stars in your eyes'. Why are there regrets? You must have broken up, right?"
Ye Cheng said with a tough bullet: "There are some twists and turns, but it has been solved."
"Has she been here today?" Chen Huiwen stood up and looked at the students' relatives and friends' seats.
Ye Cheng walked to the relatives and friends' seat and said, "She didn't come, my grandfather and mother are here."
The host immediately followed with two microphones, and the camera lens also turned to Mr. Yuan and Yuan Suyin.
Ye Cheng's wonderful performance just now made them very happy and proud. At this time, Yuan Suyin saw Ye Cheng coming, and immediately stood up excitedly, hugging her son and crying with joy.
Mr. Yuan was much calmer. He just patted his grandson on the shoulder to show affirmation and encouragement.
The host handed the microphone to Mr. Yuan and asked, "Sir, how do you feel when you see my grandson performing so well?"
Mr. Yuan took the microphone and said angrily: "I sang well, but I didn't embarrass the old man!"
"Well said!" The host took the lead in applauding.
Chen Qing also came over at this time, shook hands with Mr. Yuan and said, "Hello, senior."
Mr. Yuan doesn’t care about your big singer. He straightened his body and shook hands with Chen Qing and said, “Hello, Chengcheng, you have taken care of you.”
The other three mentors also came over to shake hands with the old man. Finally, Liu Huan said, "I heard that the old man sang Yue Opera when he was young, why would he give us some time when he was young?"
"good!"
"Come on!"
The audience and 50 media music critics followed suit and they wanted to watch the fun.
Mr. Yuan also had a personality that was very fond of. He cleared his throat, rubbed his hands and said, "Then I'll do it for a while?"
"Mom, you sing with your grandfather." Ye Cheng said, holding Yuan Suyin's arm, he wanted to realize his mother's stage dream.
Although Yuan Suyin has learned to sing Yue Opera and folk songs since she was a child, she has never sang on the big platform and said frightenedly: "I'd better forget it, just your grandfather sing."
"It's okay, just sing a piece!" Ye Cheng pushed his mother onto the stage without saying a word.
The Yuan father and daughter came to the stage. Yuan Suyin seemed extremely nervous, but Old Master Yuan was full of typhoon and clasped his fists and said, "I haven't been on stage for more than ten years, so I've been ugly. Today I'll have an excerpt of "Dream of Red Mansions" "A Sister Lin fell from the sky."
"Okay!" Before the singing started, the audience cheered in unison in response to the old man's spirit.
The band quickly found the accompaniment of "My Sister Lin from the Sky". When the music started, Mr. Yuan's whole temperament changed. His expression became softer, and one hand was behind his back, as if he instantly transformed into a handsome young man and sang: "My Sister Lin from the Sky fell, like a light cloud just emerging from the mountains."
Yuan Suyin also quickly entered the state, raised her hand and made a move to cover her face with her sleeves. Then Orchid raised her fingers: "I just thought that the grass-roots in his abdomen were frivolous, but it turned out that the bones were clear and strange."
The father and daughter have very solid basic skills. Although they have not appeared on stage for many years, they gradually get better after singing a few sentences. They are first-class in terms of gestures, figures, steps and charm. Even those who do not understand Yue Opera can appreciate the charm of traditional drama at this time, which is a truly precipitated art after years of experience.
"Okay!" After the two of them finished singing the selection, cheers burst out again at the recording site, and this time the sound was even stronger than before.
Liu Huan pointed to the stage and smiled, "I finally know where Xiao Ye's musical soul is inherited."
"The old man and Sister Yuan both sang well, I was convinced!" Chen Huiwen said, clapping her hands.
Mr. Yuan waved his hand and smiled, "I'm so ugly, I can't accept my old age."
When the Yuan family’s father and daughter returned to their seats, Chen Qing walked to the edge of the stage and said to the media music critic: “I don’t think I can vote anymore. Everyone can do it. You can’t let the old man sing for nothing.”
Whether it is the singing of the students, the evaluation of the mentor, or the performance of the relatives and friends, everything can be considered as canvassing votes. Moreover, for those non-professional music critics, playing the emotional card is often very effective, and you can get a high vote as long as you impress them.
The host walked to Chen Qing and said to the music critic: "The rating session begins, and 50 live music critics. If you are willing to promote and promote this song "The Whale of the Isle of the Isle", then please press the voting device in your hand. The voting starts, please buttons in the first row!"
The seats of the media music critics are fan-shaped, with four rows in total, 11 people in the first and second rows, 13 people in the third row, and 15 people in the fourth row.
As soon as the host finished speaking, the lights on the front chairs lit up, and then the audience burst into a burst of awesomeness.
"The 11 lights are all on, full marks!" the host shouted excitedly.
"Yeah!" Chen Qing excitedly clapped Ye Cheng's high-highlights, and even made a victory gesture at the camera.
The host said again: "The second row of voting starts, please button... Wow, 11 lights are on, full marks!"
After two full marks, there was finally no vote in the third row. Ye Cheng took a closer look and said that he was the music review representative of Xinlong Entertainment. Last time, Xinlong Entertainment made a special topic, and this incident was a big deal. Ye Cheng threatened to sue this website, which probably offended Xinlong Entertainment.
There are also people in the fourth row that didn’t vote. It was a local business newspaper. I guess the music critic really doesn’t like the song Ye Cheng.
The host quickly announced the result: "Ye Cheng's "The Whale of the Isle of the Isle of the Island", the media music critics received 48 votes, currently ranked first! Here are three mentors to vote..."
After the media music critics voted, Liu Huan, Chen Huiwen and Yang Zongning still had the right to vote, and the tutor votes were very heavy. Each tutor vote could add 5 points to the students.
"I vote for Ye Cheng."
"I choose Ye Cheng."
"My vote is also given to Ye Cheng."
The three mentors showed their results one after another, and they all chose Ye Cheng without any suspense. In this way, Ye Cheng's score was as high as 63 points, leaving the second place a few streets away, and becoming the well-deserved group champion of Chen Qing's group.
Chapter completed!