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The stage of the Spring Festival Gala is so vast.

Chu Qing didn't feel anything during the rehearsal. Although he was a little nervous, he didn't take this tension to heart.

He felt it was normal.

Even Chu Qing didn't feel any nervous during the few days after the rehearsal.

However, there are always something in this world, and that kind of thing is called accidents.

When Chu Qing really went on stage and saw the various eyes of a large number of people below, he suddenly became very nervous.

And this tension is unprecedented.

He felt as if he was staying in the deep sea at this moment. He wanted to speak, but found that he couldn't speak out, and even if he could barely speak, he didn't know what to say.

The prelude has begun.

It was obviously a prelude to his participation in the creation, but Chu Qing felt quite unfamiliar, as if he had never heard of this song before.

He began to despair, and the depressing atmosphere became more and more serious, making him feel breathless.

The prelude ended, and when all the lights shone on Chu Qing, Chu Qing was extremely confused and even confused for this moment.

A few seconds after the prelude ended, Chu Qing finally realized what kind of stage the stage he was standing on was. How many people were watching him, and everyone's expressions were different.

Chu Qing closed his eyes, and he felt that he wanted to calm down and that he could never control his body by this nervous mood.

After closing his eyes for a few seconds, Chu Qing was in a mess during these few seconds.

My brain is still very blank.

Maybe, it's over.

Chu Qing accepted his fate, but he still couldn't remember the lyrics.

"Come on, Brother Qing!"

At this moment, a loud shout suddenly came from a distance. Although the shouting was a little light from such a distance, Chu Qing could still hear that it was Jiang Xiaoyu who was working hard for him.

With this cheering, Chu Qing found that his originally extremely messy and nervous mood suddenly improved. Although the pressure on him was still quite huge, he still opened his eyes.

He picked up the guitar.

There is more inexplicable confidence.

Since you have forgotten the original chord, you don’t need the original chord!

Chu Qing pressed the head of the guitar with one hand and started playing it skillfully with the other hand.

The guitar sound was completely different from the one during the rehearsal.

Who said that music must follow the rules?

Yes, who said it must be the same as during rehearsal?

Since I am standing on this stage and since there is no such song in this world, why do I have to follow the melody of that world?

Can I change it slightly based on the original one?

Music cannot follow the rules. If I just copy the melody and everything, then what is the difference between it and a time traveler puppet?

Change the method, change the method of playing may be slightly different. Of course, I may not be able to play well, but I can give it a try!

Everyone on this stage will look at me.

If I don’t even have this courage, am I still a man?

right!

Thinking of this, Chu Qing suddenly calmed down, and his originally heavy mood began to ease a little.

The chords are not messy, and they gradually enter a state.

Offstage.

Sun Jiliang and other directors of the Spring Festival Gala opened their eyes widened. Chu Qing held the guitar and played the melody and rhythm were completely different from the rhythm and rehearsal!

Not only are they completely different but they are quite different.

What does he want to do? Does he have to change anything at this critical moment? He wants to innovate?

Crazy, absolutely crazy.

"There is a river in the distant east

Its name is Changjiang

There is a river in the distant east

Its name is Yellow River..."

Chu Qing started singing. Chu Qing sang very slowly, much slower than during rehearsal, but the rhythm was very good.

He wanted to use his slow singing to adjust his state, adjust it little by little, and get better little by little.

Chu Qing remembered the lyrics of "The Successor of the Dragon", and Chu Qing found that singing slowly was much better than singing quickly during rehearsal.

He sang and looked at everyone below.

These people are my audience and are listening to my performance!

I can! I'm not bad!

He reminded himself.

When Chu Qing sang, his voice was very heavy. He did not directly abandon that tension, but instead accepted the tension.

He felt that the tension could be used.

In fact, Chu Qing sang this song "The Successor of the Dragon" with a nervous mood and had a different flavor, which was completely different from the songs she sang during rehearsals.

This is also a kind of performance. Gradually, Chu Qing seemed to enjoy this performance, and he felt satisfied.

Maybe, proper tension is not bad, isn't it?

When the mood is adjusted, Chu Qing's condition is getting better and better, and the feelings that permeate this song are getting stronger and stronger.

Even the whole person slowly began to reach its peak state.

"Although I have never seen the beauty of the Yangtze River

I always wander in the Yangtze River in my dreams

Even though I have never heard of the Yellow River

The surging surging in the dream..."

Then, Chu Qing sang faster and faster, not only faster and faster, but the suppressed emotions began to be gradually released.

He remembered all the lyrics, and he also remembered all the scores and rhythms.

It feels better and stronger!

"There is a dragon in the ancient east

Its name is China

There is a group of people in the ancient East

They are all descendants of the dragon

I grow under the dragon's feet

After growing up, he is the descendant of the dragon

Black eyes, black hair, yellow skin

He will always be the descendant of the dragon..."

The singing speed became faster and faster, and Chu Qing became more and more excited.

His voice gradually began to feel a sense of pride, belonging, and identity.

We are all descendants of the dragon, and we will always be descendants of the dragon!

He started his own performance, and there was no tension or anything else in this performance.

"A quiet night a hundred years ago

Late at night on the eve of the great change

The sound of gunfire shattered the quiet night

The sword of tolerance is the enemy

The sound of cannons still rumbles for many years..."

In the last part, Chu Qing had completely vented this state to the peak.

He sang a song with all his emotions. This song is very simple, but in fact it is not simple. There are too many hidden things inside.

I probably succeeded.
To be continued...