What to do if you become famous too fast

"I'm afraid I heard it wrong. Brother Huan seems to say that he made "Pipa Xing" into a song?"

"Illusion! It must be an illusion!"

"..."

But Du Yan clearly heard what Wang Huan said.

He lost his composure again: "What did you say?!"

Wang Huan looked at Du Yan, the corners of his mouth curled up: "Mr. Du, you call yourself a literati, don't you know the meaning of Yuefu poems?"

The so-called Yuefu poetry is a genre of ancient poetry that can be sung with music.In other words, as long as it is a Yuefu poem, it can be made into a score and become a song.

Du Yan's face was gloomy: "But didn't you just write "Pipa Xing"? How did it become a song again in a blink of an eye?"

Wang Huan said indifferently: "I improvise, can't I?"

Du Yan gritted his teeth: "Okay! Then I'll listen with all my ears. If you really write "Pipa Xing" into a good song, then our Shanshui Poetry Club is willing to admit defeat."

Wang Huan smiled and walked to the bow.

He turned to the woman playing the pipa and asked, "Sister, have you heard of "Neon Clothes and Feather Clothes Song" and "Six Yao"?"

The woman raised her head and nodded, then shook her head: "Brother Huan, I can play "Neon Clothes and Feather Clothes Song", but I have never heard of the "Six Yao" you mentioned."

Wang Huan was overjoyed. He was just asking casually. He didn't expect that there really was a "Song of Neon Clothes and Feather Clothes" in this world. "Nine out of ten are not the same song.

But all he needs is a background soundtrack.

So he immediately said: "I want to sing a song now, can I trouble you to play "Neon Clothes and Feather Clothes Song" to help me make the soundtrack?"

The woman glanced at Wang Huan, showing a shy expression: "Okay."

It wasn't until this time that the onlookers and netizens reacted.

Everyone immediately boiled.

"Brother Huan really wants to improvise a song?"

"One wave of ups and downs will rise again!"

"Really? I heard that several of Brother Huan's songs were improvised. This is the first time I have witnessed it with my own eyes."

"Selling melon seeds and peanuts, wait and wait for Brother Huan to rub each other on the ground again."

"The spirit of Shanshui Poetry Society is commendable. Repeated battles and repeated defeats, repeated defeats and repeated battles. Only when the right cheek is beaten and the left cheek is beaten will I be satisfied."

At this time, I saw Wang Huan standing at the bow of the boat.

He nodded.

The woman in palace costume began to play the pipa.

Wang Huan felt the woman's melody, chose a suitable opportunity, and sang:

"Seeing off guests at night on the Xunyang River, maple leaves and flowers rustling in autumn..."

The brisk singing came out of his mouth, which could be clearly heard on the quiet lake.

Du Yan's expression froze.

In the Qiqi live broadcast room, the barrage skyrocketed again.

"Even shit can't express my feelings."

"Did Brother Huan really write "Pipa Xing" into a song?"

"What else can I say besides kneeling down?"

"It's such an old-fashioned song..."

At this time, Wang Huan had already sung the climax.

The voice suddenly changed.

Fortunately, his singing skills have improved greatly now, so he can change very freely.Before changing it, I couldn't sing it completely.

"The big strings are like torrential rain, and the small strings are like whispers

whisper

Cao Cao earnestly mix big beads and small beads fall on the jade plate

Falling jade plate..."

Hearing Wang Huan's voice, the barrage exploded instantly.

"This voice..."

"I'm getting goosebumps all over my body!"

"Brother Huan will be called Sister Huan from now on."

"Qiqi, take your dog man away quickly, don't let him act like a demon outside, okay? It will kill people~~~"

"It's nice, and it's another good song. And it's the ancient style I like."

A song is only five or six minutes long, but these five or six minutes, Du Yan felt extremely tormented.

It wasn't until Wang Huan sang the last line that he realized that his back was soaked in sweat, his face became extremely pale, and his body was crumbling.The other members of the Poetry Club in the cabin did not say a word from the beginning to the end, and remained silent.

Now there is no need to say victory or defeat.

No matter how thick-skinned the Shanshui Poetry Club is, they can't say that they won.

What makes them unacceptable is that they are afraid that they will leave a name in history... Of course, it is not a good reputation.They will even think of the rhetoric of posterity.Later generations will say that it was precisely because of the aggressiveness and domineering of Shanshui Poetry Club that Wang Huan was so angry that he went to Dianshan Lake alone to create "Pipa Xing", which may become an eternal masterpiece.

In the future, as long as everyone mentions "Pipa Xing", I am afraid they will not be able to avoid their Shanshui Poetry Club.

Wang Huan returned to the cabin, looked at Du Yan with a smile: "Mr. Du, how are you?"

Du Yan's face turned pale, and he said through his teeth: "We lost."

Wang Huan said: "Since you have admitted that you have lost, should you fulfill the bet?"

Du Yan's face became even more ugly: "Wang Huan, save face and save a little bit of life, so we can meet each other in the future."

A sneer appeared on the corner of Wang Huan's mouth: "Mr. Du, think about it differently. If I lose, will you let me go? Will you be merciful?"