Qian Yuehong died in his youth.
At that time, his voice was so beautiful, his tone was like a rolling ball, his singing voice was loud and melodious, and his posture was as elegant as a thin willow.
What a shame.
Those in the know say so.
It's a pity that the voice was born to be fed by God, and the figure of Nuwa was shaped like a willow by her own hands.
But he didn't really die completely.
A declining but spiritual stage bound his soul.
"Let the reputation of this stage be rewritten and let your brilliance bloom in a different world." The spirit of the stage said, "After practicing for 18 years, you have only been on stage three or two times. Are you not willing to accept it?"
"How about helping each other?" He was kind and tempting, "I need more power of faith to exist, and you want to go on stage to show off your singing and posture."
Of course, the stage is not only His body, but also the obsession of generations of old actors. Even if the spirit disappears, He will make the stage shine again.
"Okay." The young man lowered his eyelids slightly and responded gently.
It took him many years to develop this skill. How could he be willing to not go on stage?
It's just singing in various worlds!
He is just a character, so what stage is he afraid to take on?
Therefore, in Dream of Red Mansions, Jiang Yuhan is no longer the number one actor;
In Tomb Raider Notes, February Red has more people competing on the same stage;
In the legend of Lu Xiaofeng, Huamanlou has a close friend who can enjoy flowers together and enter the Tao through drama;
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I would like to use my posture as a willow tree to act like a human being.
When you put on the costume, you have to do the person's thing and don't lose the reputation of the character.
Don't laugh at the ancient idiots who have been sharpening their swords for eighteen years just to wait for today!
Intention: I have been sharpening my sword for eighteen years, just waiting for today