But did Meng Tianye have to bow his head and admit defeat?
Fire burned in Meng Tianye's eyes as he looked defiantly at the pitch-black camera lens gleaming with a cold light before him.
He refused!
Halfway through the performance, the accompaniment cut out again, just as expected. This time, even the operatic accompaniment during the chorus climax was gone. The Kunqu Opera performer helping him sing sighed silently in resignation and could only force herself to begin singing. Yet everyone knew how thin an unaccompanied vocal would sound in such a vast studio.
But the supporting singer had no choice. She could only do her best.
"Once..."
The supporting singer had barely sung two words when she suddenly heard a gentle, unhurried electric guitar accompaniment. At the same time, Meng Tianye leaned toward the microphone and used his deep, rich, magnetic voice to provide an improvised backing line for the Kunqu Opera performer. He unexpectedly launched into a rap: "Once these blooming flowers in purple and crimson spread everywhere, all of it ends up surrendered to ruined wells and crumbling walls. Tell me, what can be done with such a lovely time and beautiful scene..."
A flash of astonishment crossed the eyes of the Kunqu Opera performer who had come to support him. Yet Meng Tianye's low rap blended exceptionally well, while the improvised electric guitar accompaniment carried an ancient flavor alongside a brisk, bright rhythm. In an instant, it was as though a trickling stream had infused everything with fresh vitality, evoking the taste of crisp, sweet sparkling spring water. It was utterly refreshing.
It had to be said that Meng Tianye's musical talent was truly outstanding. Earlier, he had studied the adaptation of The Interrupted Dream with the two Yao brothers and the Kunqu Opera Theater performers,