As the music plays, the first screen slowly rotates, revealing the scene behind it.

Su Yin sat upright on a pearwood chair, lowered her head, and played the piano with full concentration.

Her fingers danced quickly on the strings, and her voice came out clearly from the microphone:

[The blank outlines the blue and white brushstrokes

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

At the end of the song, Su Yin slightly raised her little finger, suddenly raised her head, and smiled sweetly at the camera.

That smile melted the hearts of countless viewers.

Ye Kongqing was watching the show at home and couldn't help but curl his lips at this moment.

"You play the piano much better than before, and your temperament is as good as yours back then." Aunt Wang praised without hesitation.

"Yes," Ye Kongqing suddenly walked to the guzheng in the living room and plucked the strings: "She is my pride."

The second screen rotated open, and Wang Xingrui was sitting under a fake tree, holding a white piece in her hand, pondering the chess game on the stone table.

The moment the chess piece was placed, her singing followed:

[The sandalwood fragrance comes through the window and I understand my worries.

The brush is halfway through the rice paper.]

She did not deliberately show off her singing skills, but lowered her pitch, which was quite harmonious with Su Yin's vocal range.

After making her move, she finally smiled.

Many viewers covered their chests as if they had been hit hard by something.

Wang Xingrui's younger brother, who was watching the show alone in his dorm, stood up excitedly. He wanted to rush downstairs and shout, "That's my sister! She's the most beautiful!"

The third screen opened, and Lin Xuan'er stood behind a dark red wooden table, holding a wolf-hair brush in her hand.

She was singing while her hands didn't shake at all when she wrote.

[The charm of the glaze-rendered ladies' paintings is privately kept

And your sweet smile is like a bud about to bloom]

By the time she finished singing, she had also finished writing the words. Of course, for the sake of show effect, Lin Xuan'er had already written two words.

She gently lifted up the rice paper, and on it were three elegant and timeless words: "Blue and White Porcelain", which was the name of the song.

Many viewers felt they had discovered another treasure: Lin Xuan'er's calligraphy was truly remarkable! This was truly rare in the entertainment industry, where the average cultural level is relatively low.

Lin Xuaner's mother looked proud: "I never thought that the calligraphy I taught her when she was young would be useful now."

When the last screen turned around, it was Tang Yue standing in front of an ink painting that was almost finished.

Although the quality is not as good as the four paintings on the screen, the audience can still tell that Tang Yue painted a plum blossom.

She picked up her brush and added the final strokes, the song echoing in her ears:

Your beauty drifts away

Going to places I can’t go]

Lin Xuaner’s calligraphy was already a surprise, but Tang Yue’s ink painting was even more surprising.

It is hard for the audience to imagine that Tang Yue, who is so cheerful and outgoing, can also paint in traditional Chinese painting.

"Our daughter is so awesome!" Tang Yue's mother praised while playing mahjong.

"That's because I went against everyone's opinion and asked her to sign up for the interest class!" Tang's father was very proud.

Music, chess, calligraphy and painting are the connotations represented by these four people.

Helian Bei even stood up and applauded: "It's great, not only their singing, but also their eyes, and the traditional Chinese elements they incorporated into the performance, are all so brilliant."

"Such a stage, such an opponent," Wen Yuan said without a care in the world, "It's normal for me to lose."

Both seniors gave them extremely high praise.

The Internet is going crazy right now. There are many die-hard fans of ancient style songs, but there are very few songs above the standard.

However, no one expected that Zhou Yiyang would write an ancient style song for Yue Shao, with such high quality and such a stunning stage design.

The young people sat in front of the screen with excitement on their faces, and the middle-aged and elderly people also showed admiration.

At this time, the four of them walked to the front of the stage and found an oil-paper umbrella from the chair, table, and behind the canvas.

The four of them held up oil-paper umbrellas and used them as props, singing and dancing at the same time.

[The sky is blue and waiting for the rain, and I am waiting for you

Smoke rises across the river thousands of miles away

The calligraphy on the bottom of the bottle imitates the elegance of the previous dynasty.

Just consider it as my foreshadowing of meeting you]

Their voices are so gentle, just like the whispers of a love-struck woman.

Their dance is full of oriental aesthetics; every stretch, every turn, and every glance back is like a painting and a poem.

It makes people fall in love with it and become intoxicated by it.

"It turns out that girl groups are more than just singing and dancing." A musician who calls himself a straight man said blankly. He couldn't believe that he actually wanted to cheer for these four women.

"It turns out that cheongsams are so beautiful, traditional Chinese songs are so nice, and oriental dances are so elegant." Monica actually had the urge to burst into tears.

Halfway through the song, it started raining on the stage and smoke rose, creating an ethereal effect.

Their dancing and their voices, like the stunning blue and white porcelain, are engraved into the hearts of every listener.

Finally the rain stopped, they put away their oil-paper umbrellas, and when they turned around, they left behind only a look back that made people feel distressed and pity.

Like a concluding paragraph, it created ripples in the hearts of the audience.

[The sky is blue and waiting for the rain, and I am waiting for you

The moonlight was salvaged and the ending was blurred

Like the blue and white porcelain handed down from generation to generation, it is beautiful in its own way

Your eyes are smiling]

When the song ended, everyone regretted that the time was too short and they sang too little.