"It's over, it's over!" Mo Zhu anxiously tapped the small bamboo in his hand, "Master, what should we do? Their program is the same as ours, and they sing and dance... It seems... It seems..."
Mo Zhu wanted to say that his performance was better than that of Miss Mingyue. But because Miss Mingyue was nearby, he couldn't say this.
Although Mo Zhu didn't say it, how could Ming Yue not hear it? Besides, the girl on the stage was performing, with her graceful figure and sweet singing voice. Not to say it was better than Ming Yue, but it was definitely not bad.
Mingyue lowered her head and hooked her fingers together, becoming even more nervous.
At this time, there was another burst of cheers, and the second performance ended. The crowd was shouting Min Xiner's name. Before the host even said the vote, people had already thrown the lanterns on the opposite stage.
There are a lot of "Shui Tiao Ge Tou" tonight, and this is just the beginning.
There was a dull silence on the stage of Mobai Bank, and everyone lost confidence in the future.
At this time, Bai Song suddenly smelled a strong smell of alcohol. A drunk man stood dangling beside a few people and said vaguely: ""Shui Diao Ge Tou" is not just about singing well.
OK."
Bai Song and Mingyue turned around one after another and found that the person coming was Lu Yao!
"Master Lu!" Mingyue said with a happy face. She really hoped that Mr. Lu could come out and watch the lantern festival, at least it would be better than staying in the house all day.
Lu Yao did not look back, looking at the stage like a spectator, and murmured: "Don't worry, with my words, Lu Yao, Miss Mingyue will soar to the ninth heaven! Thirty-three years will never come back! Hahaha..."
Lu Yao was still wild and unruly. Although he was in a drunken state, his eyes were full of arrogance that despised the world, as if the many stunning women in Dongshi were not as good as the poem he wrote for Mingyue.
Mingyue believes in Mr. Lu. She has seen Mr. Lu's talent and learning. She knows that Mr. Lu has the capital to support his arrogance!
Seeing Mr. Lu being so confident, Mingyue was full of confidence in her subsequent performance. She clenched her little hands into fists and nodded heavily: "Well! Not only are Mr. Lu's lyrics, but also Mr. Bai's music! Mingyue is not fighting alone!
Tonight will certainly live up to expectations!”
"A song from the Bai Song Dynasty?"
Lu Yao frowned, and suddenly put down the wine bottle at his mouth, turning his head to look at Bai Song, "I wonder what kind of music it is? How could Miss Mingyue care so much?"
Mingyue explained: "Mr. Bai's music is very unique. It is the only one Ming Yue has seen in her life. Mr. Lu's words and Mr. Bai's music complement each other."
"Ha! In this world, there have always been only words that have been passed down for thousands of years, but no songs that have been sung for hundreds of years. Xiao Daoer, a composer, became famous tonight, but he just rides on my east wind, and he is not as good as Master Yun."
After saying that, Lu Yao's eyes rested on Bai Song again, wanting to see this kid's reaction.
Lu Yao still remembers Bai Song's performance in the entrance exam!
In the first round of poetry writing, a crab poem from the Bai Song Dynasty actually stole my first place. No matter how you write the crab poem, it is still a limerick. How can it be compared with orthodox poetry?
Lu Yao was already dissatisfied.
The second and third rounds were all about trickery, and there was no real talent or learning at all.
In the fourth round of writing Shui Tiao Ge Tou, he turned in a blank paper as expected, which further confirmed what Lu Yao was thinking: Bai Song had no knowledge at all.
From Lu Yao's point of view, Bai Song was not qualified to be his classmate, and there was no way he would be selected into the academy.
Now we know Bai Song's true identity. He actually opened such a big bank and spent thousands of taels of silver to hire Miss Mingyue as an assistant. It turned out that he was a kid from a rich family who was selected with money.
This kind of person is the most unattractive to Lu Yao, but Miss Mingyue, whom he has admired for a long time, chose Bai Song between the two!
This matter was like a lump in Lu Yao's heart, and he couldn't swallow it every time he thought about it.
He was talking to Bai Song at the moment and wanted to see his reaction.
But Bai Song's reaction was no response, as if he didn't listen to Lu Yao's words at all. He sat there and communicated with the guys next to him, treating Lu Yao as nothing.
Lu Yao was feeling suffocated, feeling like he was punched on cotton, which made him feel extremely uncomfortable. He wanted to say something more, but felt that he would be degrading himself by saying too much, so he could only hold back and look for another opportunity.
The performance continues on stage.
At this time, Qing'er, who had not been here for a long time, finally squeezed in behind Bai Song.
Bai Song turned around, looked at Qing'er who was sweating profusely, and asked in surprise: "What's going on? Why are you here now?"
Qing'er wiped her sweat and sighed: "Hey, don't mention it, young master. There are too many people and we can't get in. But we are exhausted..."
"What about the follower? Why is he missing?"
"You're still talking about it! I'm afraid the young master's little follower is losing his temper."
"Huh?" Bai Song said softly and looked at Qing'er seriously.
Qing'er briefly talked about what she saw in the shop before, mainly saying that Yu Qingqing was staring at the drawing board, complaining about this and that, and suddenly ran out like crazy. In the end, she didn't come to see the show, and she didn't know where she ran.
Went.
Bai Song heard something was wrong. How could he not come to see the lantern festival that the follower had been looking forward to for a long time?
Qing'er said he had a bad temper, which shows that he really had quite a bad temper.
No matter how much Bai Song didn't like Yu Qing, he was still the grandson of his master and considered his junior. Moreover, he heard that Yu Qing was afraid of life and would never act alone. He couldn't ignore him when he disappeared.
Thinking of this, Bai Song felt upset for a while, stamped his feet, stood up and cursed: "This is really a big trouble, come on, I have to go look for it. I lost the person and can't do the job!"
Bai Song stood up to leave, but Mo Zhu grabbed Bai Song and said, "Master, what are you doing?! There are still a few programs that belong to our family! Can you come back in time after you go out?"
"I'll try my best, just watch!"
Bai Song made up his mind. Regarding the performance, he didn't care much about the process. It would be nice to know the result. He would come back as soon as possible. Now he just hopes that Yu Qing will not disappear.
Bai Song and Qing'er squeezed out of the crowd and returned to the door of the shop after a lot of effort.
It was already past midnight, and the stage at the east entrance of Dongshi was bustling with people, but the door of the shop was empty, with only the light of colorful lanterns.
Qing'er pointed in the opposite direction: "He ran that way. I couldn't stop him even if I shouted. He said he would come back later. It's been a long time and there's no one in sight. Master, do you want to chase him along the road?"
"
"Open the door. You said he lost his temper at the drawing board. Let's see what he drew first."
Qing'er opened the door and lit the candle at the door.
Bai Song walked to the drawing board in the corner. The small drawing board still contained the drawing paper that Yu Qingqing had smeared on, with egg marks all over it.
Bai Song was not a god, so it was impossible for him to think of Yu Qingqing running back to the academy from such a painting. After looking at it for a while, he was confused.
"Ouch, it seems we have to go to Mr.'s house and tell him. If he doesn't come back, we have to send someone out to look for him."
"Yeah!" Qing'er responded and prepared to leave.
Bai Song put down the drawing board and was about to turn around when he suddenly noticed a ball of paper crumpled together in the corner. Judging from the technique, it must have been done by that boy Yu Qing.
Bai Song felt happy, maybe this was the key clue.
He quickly picked up the paper ball and opened it.
There was a poem written on the ball of paper. Bai Song was stunned for a moment and then read on silently.
Soon Bai Song discovered that this was not written by Yu Qing. It was impossible for Yu Qing to write such good lyrics with his heartless look.
"This is……"
Bai Song asked subconsciously.
Qing'er walked up behind Bai Song, glanced at it, and said nonchalantly: "Master, you haven't seen it even once? Isn't this the water-melody song that Mr. Lu gave us? It's too much for you to be the boss.
Don’t you care anymore?”
Bai Song thought that someone had mentioned that he wanted to read Lu Yao's lyrics for himself. Master happened to be here at that time, so Bai Song didn't take it to heart. He also heard that everyone thought Lu Yao's lyrics were good, so he decided that there was no problem.
.
Today, when I read the lyrics and heard Qing'er say that this was the lyrics for their Mobai Qianzhuang performance tonight, Bai Song's head suddenly buzzed, and his face turned pale in an instant!
"This, this, this... something is going to happen... something is going to happen, something is going to happen!"
"Sir, what's wrong with you?" Qing'er didn't know why, but she had never seen Bai Song so nervous!
"No!" Bai Song threw the paper ball away and rushed out of the shop, "Quick! Go back and tell them that our lyrics can't be sung!"
While speaking, Bai Song had disappeared from Qing'er's sight.
Bai Song's scalp was numb. He looked at the sky and the bustling stage in the distance, wondering if it was still too late?
The purpose of Lu Yao's words is to let everyone finish playing together!
