The Most Beautiful Boy In Tokyo Chapter 164

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The White Lady, from the allusion "Meiji Yaoji", her full name is Shirai Hashihime. According to legend, in the Heian period, a boudoir woman fell in love with Seimei-sama in a yin and yang dormitory, and she thought so hard that she was full of gray hair. Because of the love affair, the girl finally committed suicide by jumping from the bridge into the water. If a man crossed the bridge at night, he would be led into the water to drown.

In order to commemorate her (the ghost knows why), a Chaya stringer in the Heian period composed the lyrics and music. At first, this song was only to express his longing, and the performer and the audience expressed their sincerity to each other.

It was not until the Edo period that another musician adapted it, adding rhetoric, and the title of the song was "White Lady", which has continued to the present.

At that time, this song was the same in the geisha building, and the word Hashihime has also changed. It no longer refers to the infatuated female ghost, but generally refers to the geisha who is waiting for customers in Qiaotou.

Not to mention, no matter what, as long as it goes with art, it will be more expensive to sell.

This song has many meanings.

It is really surprising that Sen Meihua used it as a competition song.

First of all, as the eldest lady of the aristocratic family, it is very inappropriate to perform this song, and secondly, this is a live broadcast of the competition in Tokyo and even in Japan, and a considerable number of listeners know this song.

"It's too big to play." Itakura swallowed his nervous saliva.

From the bottom of his heart, he really wanted to close the channel, but at this time, the ratings were already skyrocketing, and many people have seen it, and closing it now is tantamount to self-incrimination. Moreover, many fans came for Yu Xianzhi. He finally started broadcasting for a day, and there was no signal before he could see his face clearly, which would surely arouse the resentment of fans.

The dilemma of advancing and retreating, riding a tiger is difficult.

Itakura decided to wait for the news and see what Dongda Art Group would let him do.

But looking at Yu Xianzhisheng's stunned expression, it seemed that he didn't know the meaning of the song, but he listened very seriously.

I have to say, the temperament of Sen Mei's paintings is very good.

The gorgeous twelve long gowns set off her graceful appearance, and her elegant face was clearly silhouetted in the sunlight.

Her legs are slightly apart, the body of the cello is tilted to her right, the thick back is leaning against her chest, squeezing the slightly bulging chest, and the neck is in line with her plain white neck. Lean on, like two swans crossing necks in the lake.

Long, slender fingers with well-defined knuckles pull on the strings with a bow.

The sound of the piano was dull and urgent, like the waves of the sea under the bright moon.

Her drooping eyes slowly opened, and her eyes stayed on Yu Xian Zhisheng's body, and the sound of the piano changed with her heartstrings. water comes.

Yu Xian Zhisheng was attracted.

He held his chin, as if he saw the lonely **** the bridge, smiling and beckoning to him.

That's the beauty of the cello.

As a bass instrument, its tone is calm and low, not as melodious and bright as a violin.

Similarly, in terms of audience, there are not as many people who like the cello as the violin. In fact, it can be seen from the Starlight Awards. There are 200 academies in ten colleges, but there are only a few players who perform cello. five.

Few are willing to learn, and even more rare are those who can become famous.

Therefore, Mori Hua can become the ace of Class S in the Central District just by relying on the cello, and she also ranks 30th on the player list, which is enough to prove her top-level musical instrument strength.

The cello is better than the violin.

Especially in terms of emotion, the unique melody of the cello can perfectly express the emotion of the piece.

Just like this moment.

All the viewers watching the channel were pulled into a dream by the sound of the piano drawn by Mori Mei.

Sad, tactful, and heartfelt.

The woman standing on the bridge is the one who misses the person in her dream day and night, and she can't get it.

"Very good." Yu Xianzhi exclaimed in his heart.

At first, he still couldn't figure it out. He didn't know why the opponent chose a T4-level song to compete, but now it sounds like the level of the song is not important anymore, and the abundant emotion in it is very exciting.

And this piece is very personal and easy to listen to. It's not like some complicated classical music that needs to be understood in order to be understood.

The beauty and sadness of the whole chapter made him sink into it unconsciously.

This is very advanced performance.

The tune goes beyond the tune itself and rises to new heights in the hands of the performer.

three minutes......

Six minutes...

The sound of the piano was still flying in the sun.

Slowly, slowly, another change in tune.

An ambiguous atmosphere of crimson, birds and birds entangled.

This made the people in front of the TV, including Yu Xianzhi who pricked up his ears, subconsciously came up with an idea in their minds: 'This is something I can listen to for free? '

Mori Meihua's forehead was dripping with sweat, and her cheeks were flushed. Her clear eyes were rippling with the autumn wind and sea waves, watching the quiet Yu Xian Zhisheng.

At this moment, everything dissipated.

Houses disappear from the street.

Mountains, rivers, seas and lakes disappeared from the surface.

The sky and the earth collapsed from the universe.

There was only a pure white halo left, and the quiet space enveloped the two of them.

The cello has another function~www.mtlnovel.com~ and that is to talk.

Central District, Dongda Art Group.

Sawano Kazuki widened his mouth in shock and looked back at Owada Guangshou: "What exactly do you want to do with your Mori painting?"

Can this be played in a competition?

Your girl is a serious young lady, not a geisha in Fengyuelou!

Yu Bao is also serious about going to the competition, not some kind of sing-along.

This is an art performance competition open to the whole of Japan, and it is not a late-night premium channel.

"I don't know!" Owada Guangshou wiped away his sweat desperately. "I told you earlier, that girl has a strong personality, and I usually can't control it. As long as she believes it, there must be her reasons."

"The reason is to show love?" Ze Ye and Shu's lips trembled.

Yu Bao is in a very critical period of rising. If there are scandals at this time, it is difficult to say whether it will affect him, especially those mother fans who have a strong desire to control, and they can't see their children falling in love so early.

In just a moment, his phone was about to explode.

With Rinarako's cautious eyes, she definitely can't stand this.

"No, it can't be a show of love, Zeye, maybe we think too much." Owada Guangshou said solemnly, "There is no difference between high and low, so what's wrong with expressing emotions? Isn't this what a performer must have!"

"You can't express it so blatantly!" Zeye Heshu said loudly, "If she likes Yubao, can't she keep it private, so she has to choose such a big place?"

Then he looked at Chairman Fuze Kexiong: "What should I do now? Should I turn off the channel?"

Chapter end