"Good afternoon, all listeners. This is the column "Listen to Classics" that Qinhai Music Radio spends your afternoon time every afternoon from 3 to 5 pm. I am the host Sasha!"

"Hello everyone, I am Wenbo! Welcome to our program!"

"Today is the weekend, and the weather is very good. I believe that in such weather, everyone will like to go out and walk around, especially today's air is very good, right?"

"That's right, this smog day has been experiencing many days. I finally saw the sun today. I hope this beautiful weather can bring you a good mood!"

"Well, then at the beginning of the program, as usual, it was a competition for the Red Song Club auditions that many friends are paying great attention to. Today, there are still six contestants who come to our scene. They will bring us wonderful talents soon. I hope that if you listen to the competition in front of the radio, you will pick up your mobile phone, edit the initial letter of the text message "Hong Song Everyone Sings" and add the contestant's participation serial number, and send it to 1089198144 (written whatever you want, don't really post it). Support your favorite singers, or follow our Qinhai Music Radio's scarf, and participate in the program interaction at any time!"

"Okay, next, our auditions will officially begin. Today is our sixth game. After the first five games, the top two players in each game have already been generated. We will announce the list of shortlists in real time on our Qinhai Music Radio. Everyone is welcome to pay attention at any time. Okay, let's not say more, let's introduce the first player we participated in today. This player is old and strong. He is Meng Qinghe from Chengjiazhai Village, Wudaogou Township, Qing'an County. He is 62 years old this year. He took a shuttle bus to our radio station to participate in the competition. Not to mention how the old man sings are, just like the old man's spirit. It is worth learning from our young friends! Come to Uncle Meng, say hello to the audience in front of our radio!"

Wenbo said, looking at Meng Qinghe, and signaled him to go to the microphone to say a few casual words.

Meng Qinghe saw Wenbo's gesture, then walked up, looked at the condenser microphone hanging in front of him, and whispered twice with his mouth. Then he fucked a heavy speech and said, "This~~ in front of the radio~~ Hello friends! I am that~~~ Chengjiazhai Meng Qinghe, very happy to participate in this~~ that red song competition, I believe I will definitely advance, yes!" At the end of the conversation, Lao Meng even compared a scissors hand to the microphone. But he seemed to have forgotten that this was a radio station. The audience could not hear his movements at all.

The audience couldn't hear it, but the other contestants and accompanying people outside the broadcast room saw it, and they were immediately amused by the old man's funny scene and burst into laughter. Fortunately, the sound insulation equipment in the broadcast room was effective, and their laughter was blocked from outside.

Wenbo and Sasha, when they heard the old man blowing the microphone, they immediately looked at each other. They all looked laughing and crying. They were professional broadcast-grade condenser microphones. The old man thought it was a loudspeaker in the village radio room, and they still blew it?

It doesn't matter if he blew it, it's probably tens of thousands of people who heard it.

On the Haicheng Street in Qinhai, many taxi drivers are driving the radio while pulling guests. Almost all of them are listening to the same channel - Qinhai Music Radio. This local music program is the favorite of drivers. Not only does it have a large number of new songs to listen to every day, the two hosts also often tell a joke. It is nice and practical.

Especially the audition program of "Red Song Competition" launched in the past two days is really interesting. You can hear singers singing, and you can also hear many funny things to relax.

Just like just now, Mr. Meng blew the microphone twice, and I don’t know how many drivers laughed.

"Oh, this old man is so funny. He is so joking, he is a loud trumpet in their village." A driver who was working on a job smiled and joked with the passenger next to him.

"This is the real thing. It's really a matter of singers going up, so what's the point of the mass stage?" An old man in the car said with a smile.

On the radio, the program continues.

Wenbo said with a wry smile: "It seems that our Uncle Meng is very humorous. Okay, what song will you bring to us today?"

"Sing a song "Singing the West" for everyone!" Meng Qinghe said with a strong Qing'an accent.

"Okay, "Singing in the West", a very nice song. Let us all enjoy it together!" Wenbo said, and quickly signaled Sasha beside him to play the accompaniment. He didn't dare to continue talking to this old man anymore. If he continued, he might cause any trouble.

"I really can't tell. The old man is quite fierce. He actually sang "Song of the West". This is Wang Hongwei's song." Li Xiang, wearing a black leather jacket, heard the host's words from the monitor and immediately said happily.

"Qu Yuan Ci, Yin Qingqu, A flat major, the highest note, highbE, Wang Hongwei and Dai Yuqiang have all sung, classic tenor songs." Zhao Ran, who had been secretly watching Lu Yuan and other girls, heard the buddy around him mention this song, and immediately said in a faint and calm tone. After saying this, he looked around and looked at the reactions of people around him.

Sure enough, when he heard these words from him, many people around him looked at him with surprise, and there was still a little admiration. Under such gaze, Zhao Ran suddenly became a little fluttering.

"Oh, I can't tell, brother is professional?" Li Xiang said with a smile.

"Don't be polite, I'm studying in the Vocal Music Department in the vocational college and majoring in Belvonology." Zhao Ran looked at Li Xiang and nodded reservedly.

"Oh, I'm a bel canto guy, it's amazing. My name is Li Xiang. I sing a popular one, let's get to know him?" Li Xiang said, and stretched out his hand to Zhao Ran.

"Hello." Zhao Ran shook his hand with him briefly, but did not mean to continue to have a deep conversation. Perhaps he also felt that chatting with someone who sang a popular one would have a little reduced his identity.

Of course, this is just that Zhao Ran doesn't understand the popular circle. If he knew that Li Xiang's personal appearance fee for each performance was not less than 5,000 in Qin Hai's music circle, he might not have had this expression. However, although both of them were studying music, their circles were different. Popularity and bel canto, just like one is a Xialibaren and the other is Yangchun Baixue. The two are naturally incompatible.

Just like Li Xiang at this moment, although he is very enthusiastic about Zhao Ran on the surface, he actually looks down on someone like Zhao Ran. He is a student who studies bel canto at the vocational school. However, he has been in society for so many years, and this little dissatisfaction cannot be written on his face.

"Chu Yang, if you sing this song "Song of the West", can you sing it?" Xu Jiajia, who had not spoken much, suddenly asked Chu Yang.

"It's almost the same, but the highbE sound is indeed quite high. It may be difficult to sing it simply in bel canto. Of course, it would be simple if you just use falsetto." Chu Yang thought for a while and said.

"Hmph, you are so arrogant. HighbE does not need falsetto. Can you still sing it in real voice?" After hearing Chu Yang's words, Zhao Ran thought with some disdain in his heart.

"This brother also learns bel canto?" Zhao Ran asked with a faint smile on his face. However, there was a condescending feeling in his smile.

"Oh, learn a little." Chu Yang said with a smile. Just now, this guy approached Lu Yuan, and Chu Yang didn't have a good impression of him. Now that he saw him coming to show off his superiority, Chu Yang ignored him even more, but after all, he was in public, so he didn't want to leave an impolite impression to others.

"Where did you learn it?" Zhao Ran continued to ask with a smile.

"Changle No. 2 Middle School." Chu Yang deliberately did not say Gao Xiaojuan. In his opinion, this kind of outstanding behavior is meaningless. Whether it is singing or flute, the existence of all music is not for competition, not for competition, but for pursuing the true meaning of music itself. Of course, his realm is indeed a little higher, which is probably difficult for Zhao Ran to understand.

"Oh, Changle's No. 2 Middle School, Yu Hongyan is the teacher there, that's my sister." Zhao Ran said in a familiar tone.

"Teacher Yu is your sister? But your surname is not Zhao?" Chu Yang asked somewhat "strangely".

"Senior sister! We are from the same college. When she was in school, we had a very strong relationship. You learned vocal music from her. How about I say hello to her and ask her to give you more small hospitals?" Zhao Ran asked with a smile.

"No, it's pretty good now." Chu Yang smiled faintly and stopped talking to him anymore.

"The Yellow River water flows eastward day and night~~~~~~" Through the monitor speaker, Meng Qinghe's voice came out with the accompaniment!

"Wow, this voice! It's too fierce!" Zhao Ran was shocked when he heard Meng Qinghe's singing, and digged his ears in a somewhat exaggerated manner.

The other people's reaction was not as intense as his, but they all had similar expressions!

The old man's voice was so loud, it felt like he was working in the ground, and the sound was banging!

What's even more terrible is that Mr. Meng ignored the accompaniment and sang his own tunes on his own. Conservatively, the tunes he sang were at least four degrees lower than the original tune!

This sounds so inconsistent, thanks to this guy who is still singing vigorously there.

"Don't say it, you sing quite intoxicatedly!" Zhao Ran said mockingly after digging his ears.
Chapter completed!