"Hahaha, Teacher Hu, you and Xiao Baga really look alike! Sorry, I didn't mean anything by it, it's just that the variety show about Peach Blossom Spring Village is over and I miss it a bit... Waaaaah, oh my god, what am I going to do, wife? I can't control myself!"
Wen Jiu:...
tutor:...
audience:...
"Hahahaha, holy crap!"
"Look at my wife's expression! These two are just so funny together!"
"Even the mentor couldn't hold back! This person is absolutely toxic!"
"Hahahaha, Mr. Hu, can I hug you and take a picture with you? Is that really okay? I'm sorry, I didn't mean to, but! How can we look so alike? Hahahaha, haha ...
Hu Yanping's lips twitched slightly; he wanted to laugh, but felt it wouldn't be appropriate to laugh at himself.
While desperately trying to suppress my laughter, I really wanted to grab the lyrics and music materials in my hand and run up to him to punch him!
That brat!
[Help! I've already laughed my fill back in Peach Blossom Spring Village! I just wanted to come to the stage to watch the performance, listen to some songs, and relax my facial muscles, why do I have to suffer like this?!]
[My stomach hurts! Someone please send An'an to Mars, hahaha... If this keeps up, I'll lose all my mentor image, hahaha, waaaaah, why is he still laughing!]
Why make An'an talk? Why not just have someone else speak to him?! [Frustrated][Exasperated]
Because Shen Huaian was still wearing a headset, his infectious laughter carried directly through the microphone throughout the entire venue, causing everyone below to burst into laughter!
"Gaga gaga gaga... Ugh!"
Wen Jiu still had tears in her eyes, she raised her hand to wipe them away, and then covered Shen Huaian's mouth to barely maintain the situation.
The host, who had already burst out laughing, received a look from Wen Jiu, wiped his sweat, and went on stage to take control. "Teacher Han, is there anything you'd like to say? Teacher Han?"
Han Ling was already laughing so hard he was practically lying on the table. To maintain the image he had painstakingly cultivated for so many years, he cleverly chose not to speak and simply cast his vote.
I was originally going to comment on Wen Jiu's modern dance and Shen Huaian's popping, but now I think I'll pass.
[Hehe, I feel like Teacher Han's voting gesture looks a bit like surrendering.]
[Bro, be more confident, and let go of your feelings.]
[That laughter is so powerful, I can't take it anymore, I need to rest.]
Get up, finish voting before you rest [doge emoji]
"Ahem!" The host cleared his throat and said with difficulty, "There's one minute left before the voting closes, please hurry."
"If you like their performance, click on the red square..."
In the Shen Family, Feng Yuan opened the voting channel and gestured to the domineering CEO next to him, "Like this?"
Shen Qianshan glanced at it, flicked his finger, and said, "Hmm."
Feng Yuan an "Oh," as if he had opened the door to a new world.
"This stage is pretty good. I didn't expect your brother to be so different on and off stage."
After casting her vote, Feng Yuan casually leaned against his left shoulder, lazily twirling a strand of hair between her fingers, "I just don't know what you, brother..."
The ends of her hair gently brushed against her muscular arms, circling her neck.
"Does he also have two faces?"
A tingling, itchy sensation made Shen Qianshan pull back slightly, and he warned in a deep voice, " Feng Yuan."
"Tsk."
After a week, they still couldn't pry the rock open. Feng Yuan lost interest, rolled over, and lay back down. "He really doesn't understand romance."
Once the blanket is over me, I don't care about anyone.
Shen Qianshan:...
The final competition was slightly adjusted, and the voting results would be announced together at the end. Wen Jiu and Shen Huaian then went backstage to rest for the time being.
Guan Qingqing prepared the piece "The Performer" for this performance. He himself is very graceful, and Gu Xun is still as skilled as ever. Their appearance and demeanor were eye-catching.
Shen Huaian: "I feel like things might be a bit risky for us."
He knew this piece of music; it contained elements of traditional Chinese opera, and its ending was tragic. If performed well, it would have a powerful impact on both the visual and auditory senses.
Lin Changfeng wasn't very familiar with the song, but seeing the children's serious expressions, he comforted them, "You guys are so good, you can definitely win."
"Oh... you don't understand." Shen Huaian removed the hand from around his waist. "It's no use telling you."
Lin Fox was deeply hurt.
Shen Huaian pursed her lips, pulled his hand back to her waist, and snorted, "You'll see when you see it."
Without even looking, it was obvious that the fox's tail was about to fly. Feng Chi wrapped his arms around Wen Jiu from behind, rested his chin on Wen Jiu's shoulder, and lazily squinted his eyes.
Holding his sweet and soft wife in his arms, Feng Doggy didn't want to waste time complaining.
"Winning or losing isn't important." Wen Jiu glanced at Shen Huaian from the stage to reassure him, "It left behind a wonderful performance, and you were able to compete on the same stage as someone as talented as Guan Qingqing. It was all worth it."
Shen Huaian couldn't find a reason to refute, "That's true."
[It's been so long since I've seen such a relaxed competition performance, it's like a loving family gathering, hahaha]
[They're all people who love the stage, and each one is adorable in their own way.]
[I never expected to be bombarded with PDA while watching a game. These two guys look so pathetic, it's unbearable to watch... So I suggest President Feng be sensible and let me hug his wife [doge][doge] (Adding two more doge emojis for protection)]
on stage.
For the first half minute, it was Gu Xun's solo dance while wearing a mask. He was dressed in plain clothes with rolled-up sleeves, and in the cool light, he was serene and ethereal.
Just as the drumbeats changed, the man turned nimbly, gently removed his mask, and bent slightly.
Bright lights shone on the stage, and Guan Qingqing straightened her posture.
I was covered in dust and grime
How dare I ask further?
She half-covered her face with her sleeve, her bright, clear eyes gazing down at the audience with captivating charm.
"How much of this feeling is intoxication, and how much is genuine..."
When he switched hands to the other side, his gaze suddenly turned somber, the smile vanished, as if he had donned another layer of disguise.
The opening lines set the tone, and the stunning operatic singing instantly drew everyone into the scene, making them feel as if they were witnesses to the play, witnessing the life of the performer, as fleeting as a duckweed.
A touch of melancholy adorns her brows; her flowing sleeves conceal her face as laughter fills the city.
A renowned actor of unparalleled beauty, draped in a painted mask, his face partially made up, a dazzling performer, graceful and charming in a green robe.
But the next sentence,
How dare I be frivolous in this corner of the mortal world?
His mood took a sharp turn; Guan Qingqing turned away, lowering his gaze, captivating the hearts of countless viewers and drawing them in to understand his sorrow.
"The Way of Life and Death..."
The camera smoothly follows the fingertips of the performers on stage, cutting to Gu Xun dancing alone in the audience, listening to his low, melodious singing:
"My heart has always been that of a spectator."
Unfortunately, I am a character in a play.
I was covered in dust and grime
How dare I ask?
How much of this feeling is intoxication, and how much is genuine...?
With a powerful twist of his waist, Gu Xun, dressed in green, spun around, creating layers of lotus blossoms. As Guan Qingqing sang, he performed more than a dozen somersaults, getting incredibly close to the stage. But just as the opera style switched from male lead to female lead, he stopped right below the stage.
She looked up at him with sorrowful eyes.
After singing of joys and sorrows on stage
We are all characters in this play...
Guan Qingqing chuckled softly, her clear eyes gradually becoming cloudy. As she raised her hand and flicked her sleeve, tears welled up in her eyes.
Every frown, every smile, every sound—it's all both real and feigned.
She approached with graceful steps, her fingertips lightly touching Gu Xun's brow, her eyes filled with endless sorrow, as if she were sighing helplessly.
"Originally a spectator, but became too deeply involved in the play."
The two men, one with his head tilted back and the other with his head bowed, one with a handsome face and the other with half his face bare and half made up.
Almost simultaneously, tears welled up in her eyes.
As the music fades to the end, the image freezes.
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Lyrics and music source: "The Performer"
Some inspiration came from: Zhang Yuan, Xu Liang, and Ma Xiaolong's stage.