Chapter 458: The carriages were slow in the past, the bars are chaotic now

Sujiang TV Station.

On the "Masked Singer" stage.

The big screen unfolded leisurely with the erhu sound from Lin Yu's mouth, and it was a critical hit from the start.

Song: "Orchid Pavilion Preface"

Lyrics: Lin Yu

Composition: Rainforest

Arrangement: Rainforest

Mixing: Rainforest

Sand Art Creativity: Rainforest

Seeing this, the audience erupted into exclamations.

"Holy crap! This kid took on all the work; he's a genius musician! Too all-around."

"As always, he doesn't leave any food for other musicians; if I were to evaluate this contestant, I can only give him four words: too damn good!"

"Hahaha! Is that definitely a compliment?"

"Damn! What did I see? The lyrics are by Lin Yu? Damn, these two competitors for the 'Purple Star' are actually having a dream collaboration."

"My god! It really is, only the lyrics are by Lin Yu; how did these two get together?"

"Could it be the same person?"

"Impossible! I watched 'Running Man' last episode, I heard Lin Yu imitating Yang Ying singing, it's really not on the same level, just that their figures are somewhat similar."

"I know! On Monday, when Lin Yu was in Zhu Xudan's live broadcast room, didn't he copy Wang Xizhi's 'Orchid Pavilion Preface'? It seems it was a live secondary creation!"

"Holy crap! Can it be done like that? Then it's really a mutual appreciation between geniuses; the lyrics were just written there, and the music came out here."

"......."

Observation stand.

"What are they talking about below? What Calligraphy Association?"

Hu Yanbin squinted his eyes, pricked up his ears, looking confused.

"You don't even know this? This Monday, Lin Yu directly broke the number of online viewers on the TikTok platform, once wrote a piece of calligraphy, and was named by the curator of the Yanjing Museum to beg for collection; this matter is already on the hot search, do you not surf the internet?"

Da Zhangwei spoke quickly and explained the ins and outs of the matter.

"Giggle"

Zhou Shen had been busy with his concert this week, and hearing this news, he turned around and giggled secretly.

Good guy!

This Lin Yu is working non-stop! Busier than me.

On the stage at this moment.

Lin Yu picked up the microphone leisurely, took a deep breath, and closed his eyes slightly.

Accompanied by the melodious piano and violin, he began to sing slowly.

And on the big screen behind him,

unlike other contestants, they directly invited a sand artist to start drawing with the flowing sand in their hands.

"Copying the Orchid Pavilion, the running script is like flowing clouds and water."

"Pushing the door under the moon, my heart is as delicate as your footsteps."

"In a hurry, the thousand-year stele is easy to rub,"

"but it's hard to rub your beauty."

"The true work is gone, who can the true heart be given to?"

Lin Yu's voice was slightly hoarse, full of graininess, as if he were telling a story; the first sentence already outlined a picture for people.

As soon as he opened his mouth,

the entire audience got goosebumps and trembled all over.

This melodious violin and piano combined with Lin Yu's narrative voice.

It was simply like attending a concert in person!

At this time,

the sand artist also moved, the flowing sand in their hands slowly gathered, forming a small sand dune on the left side of the screen.

And on the right side was a young scholar-like boy writing with a brush!

"My god! This song is too good to listen to~"

"It grabbed my ears immediately; I used to think it was an exaggeration when people said their ears were pregnant, but I only heard these two sentences and I have the urge to have a second child."

"Is this 'Orchid Pavilion Preface'? This melody is the real Chinese style; Rainforest's voice is truly born for Chinese style!"

"The young lady is out; this is the story of a scholar and a young lady! I have a picture in my mind."

"Too beautiful! I love watching this kind of romantic love story; I'm totally in love."

"Beautiful! Was this plot also designed by Rainforest? So talented!"

"Just don't know what that little dirt mound on the left side of the screen means?"

"......."

Observation group.

Hu Yanbin was sitting on the sofa, grabbing his pant leg; he used to write Chinese-style songs too, and whether it was "Moonlight" or "Red Face," they had once made Hu Yanbin sink into the charm of Chinese style.

Times have changed,

Hu Yanbin himself couldn't sing this feeling of ancient tenderness anymore; I didn't expect, I didn't expect it!

To actually experience this feeling again at today's Masked Singer scene.

"No? Who is this kid?" ===== CHAPTER 459 =====