Everyone felt as if they were in a war-torn era, with bloodshed and ruins everywhere. In this chaotic time when no one cared about anything, there was a person in a deserted theater, standing on the stage, singing a familiar tune over and over again.
Many elderly people were lost in memories, as if it were yesterday, of the past they had experienced: displacement, hunger, and cold, when everyone was trying to find a way to survive.
Lu Wanzheng sang only the first few lines, and then Xu Feiyang took over. His operatic singing shocked the audience: "The audience has passed by, but the old colors are gone... Deep feelings are regretted, looking back is all an illusion, who is on the other side?"
After Xu Feiyang finished singing this part, he turned to look at Lu Wanzheng, pinched his fingers, and pointed at Lu Wanzheng.
Lu Wanzheng raised both hands, as if she were wearing a theatrical costume, swaying her water sleeves, her eyebrows and eyes flowing, full of deep affection.
Zhong Yunyue stood to the side, gazing intently at Lu Wanzheng's profile. This was the first time he had heard Lu Wanzheng sing, and he was surprised by how beautiful her voice was. It was a pity she hadn't studied Peking Opera singing; otherwise, she could have sung the entire song herself, and her voice would have captivated everyone.
There are only two sections: "The Way is ruthless, fellow Daoist, please consider carefully." The ending notes are long and drawn out, like a gentle murmur of flowing water, with a unique charm.
Lu Wanzheng closed her eyes and sang the last verse.
Applause erupted, and even Xu Feiyang clapped at Lu Wanzheng, saying, "You sang really well. I hope I can invite you to be a guest at my concert sometime."
Lu Wanzheng quickly waved her hands, "No, no, no, I can't. Your fans paid for tickets to hear you sing. If I sing badly and ruin your concert, your fans will definitely be disappointed."
Ji He ran to Lu Wanzheng's side and said, "Sister Wanzheng, you sang better than me. Your technique and emotional expression were both excellent. You almost made me cry."
Lu Wanzheng: "..." Your empathy seems to be quite impressive.
Xu Feiyang patted Lu Wanzheng's shoulder lightly, "Be more confident, you sang really well, you can tell from the old men's expressions."
Lu Wanzheng turned her head to look at the old men sitting on the stool. Old Ying and Old Zhang were rubbing their hands, probably because they had clapped too hard and hurt themselves.
But everyone's face clearly said, "I really like this song."
Lu Wanzheng smiled brightly, her nervousness dissipating. This was the first time she had sung in front of an audience.
The old men still had expressions of rapture on their faces after listening to the song. There was nothing more for them to do here, but as they left, they kept turning back to look at Lu Wanzheng.
Zhong Yunyue spoke up, "If you're going to film a movie where you sing, don't use post-production dubbing. You can use your own voice. The effect should be better than dubbing."
Han Xi smiled, revealing a shallow dimple at the corner of his lips, and looked at Lu Wanzheng with his dark eyes. "I think you could sing the theme song or the ending theme song; the effect should be quite good."
He found that Lu Wanzheng's singing voice was very immersive. If she were to act in a tragic drama, the moment she sang, viewers would probably already have tears in their eyes before they even started watching.
"Then please take care of me if you big shots have any jobs like this in the future," Lu Wanzheng said playfully. Taking on variety show jobs is not only to increase popularity, but more importantly, to expand her network. If she has good relationships, she might be able to help introduce some jobs.
Han Xi's mouth moved, and the words she wanted to say were on the tip of her tongue, but she was interrupted and swallowed them back.
Zhong Yunyue was the first to respond, "Okay, I'll recommend you if I know any good ones."
He speaks softly and gently, exuding a gentle and refined temperament.
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