Tong Yaoyao didn't mind either. She had never heard of it before and did want to learn it now.

Duan Lisa found that Tong Yaoyao was not joking, and the crow's feet were almost coming out when she laughed. She thought about it and said.

"Then sing "Silk-Tong Opera".

"Silk-Tong Opera" tells the story of an old man and a puppet.

The old man kept his threads and fucked the puppets and thought he was making a living.

At the end of the song, the old man held the puppet and looked happy. He suddenly felt angry and said: I was in a state of desolation and misfortune, and I was all puppets who were wronged. It was cold and winter clothes were hard to put on. It was better to burn it if I was poor at this point.

Then he threw himself into the fire in anger.

I stopped but not reached the end, and I felt regretful when I fell.

Suddenly, I saw the puppets rising up in the fire, bowing and farewelling, and their postures were like strangers, and the tears were painted, and a smile blew away, leaving the bonfire.

The fire will not be extinguished until dawn.

Weng suddenly realized and covered his face and cried.

He said: It's warm, it's lonely

(Excerpt from the copywriting of "Silk-Take Opera")

And this song seems to be recorded in the tone of a puppet.

When it was thrown into the fire, it was willing to let the fire burn itself just to give the old man a warm night.

Duan Lisa said to Tong Yaoyao.

"This song is easy to sing. I sing a lot of words, so just sing a small part of it."

Tong Yaoyao knew that Duan Lisa would not be so kind, so she simply asked.

"That small part?"

Duan Lisa smiled.

"You search for it first and see the lyrics of this part."

——

Snow and snow vaguely autumn white hair

The lights are lush and the brows are crumpled

If you give up a tear, if I get old, I can accompany you

The smoke turns into ashes and goes perfectly

This is the voice of the puppet before it is burned to ashes.

It's cold, burn me to keep warm. I am your puppet. If you let me in, I don't know how to retreat, you will make humble and gentle as absolute

Even if the smoke turns into ashes, it will go perfectly without regrets.

After Duan Lisa finished speaking, she raised her voice and had a playful voice. It sounded good. After all, she graduated from a professional class and her voice was impeccable.

After she finished singing, she said to Tong Yaoyao.

"How is it? Is this very simple? Just sing this. The lyrics are easy to remember."

Tong Yaoyao searched the lyrics and looked at the introduction, and expressed no objection.

Duan Lisa smiled, hugged her arms with her hands and raised the corners of her lips coldly, and said in her heart—

What an idiot!

Do you really think that opera can be sung by everyone?

I haven't practiced or started my voice, and I can't sing the high notes at all, so I can only yell.

Even if it can go up, the sound will be absolutely terrible.

There is a tone but no sound, there is a sound but no tone.

It looks simple, but it is actually the hardest.

Tong Yaoyao also knows that it is difficult, but just like choosing a hero, the most difficult ones are often the most outstanding ones.

Applause sounded on the stage, and the performer in front ended. The judges said a few words of encouragement, and the other party walked down.

The host stood in front of the stage and welcomed them to come up and perform.

Duan Lisa walked to the stage and picked up the microphone and said.

"What we want to sing "Silk Play" this time, and we need accompaniment."

Bai Yu stood next to the judges holding a flute and said lightly.

“I can accompaniment.”

Duan Lisa looked at Bai Yu and thought she was not stupid. This man was so biased that he wanted to accompany him. She didn't know what was going on.

So she firmly opposed it.

"No! The girl next to me is a novice, so it's hard to check out your accompaniment."

Bai Yu went to see Tong Yaoyao, and Tong Yaoyao shook her head at him, but Bai Yu didn't insist anymore.

Everyone listens to Yaoyao.

I also believe in Yaoyao.

After the host confirmed that neither of them had any objections, the audience burst into applause.

"The beauties sing together! Come on!!"

"Silk-talking! I know I know! The opera sounds nice!"

"I'll move the small stool and wait for it!"

Duan Lisa heard the voices of the people below the audience one after another and couldn't help but curl up the corners of her lips.

Then you guys listen carefully.

A short time of opera will probably make your ears deaf!

After the host finished singing the song, the music sounded.

Duan Lisa is a professional musician, and she knows that she has real skills when she speaks—

She sang "I laugh at whoever is pursuing her power and how can I match if I lose my heart."

The breath was steady and the voice was beautiful. The judges nodded and glanced at each other and said.

"It's not bad, it's worthy of being a professional, it's good."

The female judge with big wavy curly hair looked at Duan Lisa with satisfaction and commented.
Chapter completed!