"Okay!" Wang Xuetong said, and played her own recording of the performance.
"La la la la la la..."
"I can't see through you, it's you..."
As soon as Wang Xuetong opened her mouth, her beautiful voice captured the essence of the song "Painting Heart".
It's so catchy that it's like a breath of fresh air. Wang Qingge himself thought it was the best performance by his second sister, Wang Xuetong.
It was indeed very close to the original singer from his previous life, so he was quite satisfied.
Other things can be left aside for now, but Wang Qingge knew that compared to his second sister Wang Xuetong and Li Hong's performances...
It was definitely his second sister, Wang Xuetong, who won, so Wang Qingge was very happy about that.
"Aaaaaah!..."
However, as Wang Qingge continued to listen to his second sister Wang Xuetong's singing, he gradually discovered some problems.
He couldn't quite put his finger on what the problem was, but it remained a mystery to Wang Qingge.
His second sister, Wang Xuetong, sings very well and very beautifully.
But for some reason, Wang Qingge always felt that his second sister's singing seemed to be missing something important.
So he didn't capture the soul of the song, he didn't truly express the sorrow and tragedy it conveyed.
But he couldn't quite put his finger on what exactly his second sister was missing.
Soon, the recording was finished. Wang Xuetong looked at him expectantly and asked, "How was it, little brother? How was my singing?"
"Although I am not the Green Snake, I have tried my best to sing from the Green Snake's perspective."
Wang Xuetong's words suddenly reminded Wang Qingge, and it was only after hearing these words that he finally understood.
What exactly is missing from his second sister, Wang Xuetong?
That was his second sister. Not only was she not the Green Snake in the play, but she also didn't have the same kind of experience as the Green Snake.
That's why I couldn't sing the soul of the song "Painting Heart".
In Wang Qingge's view, to truly bring out the soul of this song, the singer needs to sing from the perspective of the Green Snake.
Most importantly, the singer must have a shared experience with the Green Snake.
The person performing the song must also be someone who loves another person deeply, just like the Green Snake, but that person doesn't love her back.
It hurt her deeply, and only someone who has experienced something like this can sing the soul of this song.
Upon realizing all this, Wang Qingge suddenly understood everything.
"Little brother, how was my singing?" Wang Xuetong continued to ask when he didn't answer.
At this moment, Li Hong said, "Xuetong, don't worry! I think you're the only one who can sing this song."
"I think no one sings better than you."
"Really?" Hearing this, Wang Xuetong was genuinely excited, because she really longed to sing this song.
"Little brother, is what Sister Hong said true?" Wang Xuetong, her heart pounding with excitement, asked Wang Qingge again.
At this point, Wang Qingge had no choice but to speak up.
Although he didn't want to spoil his second sister's good mood, he just felt that she really hadn't captured the soul of the song.
Thinking of all this, Wang Qingge immediately said, "Second sister, you sang really well."
"If you're just listening to music and appreciating it, then you'll definitely be fine."
"But if you want to be better, if you want to go further, then you haven't reached that level yet."
"Ah!" Wang Xuetong was shocked to hear this, because she did not expect her younger brother to say such a thing.
Not only Wang Xuetong, but even Li Hong was very surprised this time.
In Li Hong's opinion, Wang Xuetong's singing was already close to perfect, so why couldn't Wang Qingge achieve the same level of perfection?
Unable to understand what was going on, Li Hong asked Wang Qingge before Wang Xuetong could speak.
"No way, Xiao Wang, I think your second sister's singing was already perfect, really good."
"Why are you saying she doesn't meet the requirements now?"
Wang Xuetong was also very curious to see what Wang Qingge would say next, so she looked at him expectantly.
Seeing the two of them like this, Wang Qingge had no choice but to explain.
"Second Sister, Sister Hong, I'm not saying you sang badly. What I mean is that you could have sung even better."
"But you got stuck, unable to go any further, and failed to bring out the soul of this song."
"He didn't sing with soul! What's wrong with Xiao Wang this time? We don't quite understand."
After listening to Wang Qingge's words, Li Hong quickly pressed for more information.
Because they simply couldn't understand why Wang Qingge said his second sister's singing lacked soul.
His second sister, Wang Xuetong, had already sung very well, so the two of them were very puzzled.
In response, Wang Qingge explained directly to them, "Sister Hong, my second sister sang quite well."
"But have you noticed that she only sings well? Even though she sings this song from the perspective of the Green Snake."
"But my second sister didn't experience what the Green Snake went through."
"So when she sang, she didn't sing about the Green Snake's experiences."
"Because she never experienced the despair and sorrow that the Green Snake felt."
"So she didn't sing out the true soul of the song; she just sang it well."
"This, this one."
After hearing Wang Qingge's explanation, Li Hong and Wang Xuetong were completely stunned, because this was a question they had never thought of.
They had never known that the person singing this song needed to sing it not only from the perspective of the Green Snake.
More importantly, the person performing the song must have shared a similar experience with the Green Snake.
Only someone who has shared the same experiences as the Green Snake can truly capture the soul of this song.
As for this last point, neither Li Hong nor Wang Xuetong managed to achieve it.
After understanding the whole story, the two of them were at a loss for words.
After a long while, Li Hong asked again, "Xiao Wang, what do you think we should do now? Should we let Xue Tong try again?"
Li Hong wanted to call Wang Xuetong again to try, but Wang Qingge knew better.
For things like this, unless you've actually experienced it yourself, it's useless no matter how many times you try.
Because you've never experienced that kind of despair, that kind of heartache, you can't achieve it by simply immersing yourself in those experiences.
Thinking of this, Wang Qingge shook her head.
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