“Noodles!

"The funds are exploding!"

"Who is this Mr. Chang? I've never heard of him. Why are you all bragging? Is he so awesome?"

"Hey, people nowadays, even if you don't listen to Peking Opera, you should at least know Chang's name. She is a national treasure-level Peking Opera master!"

"There's no way, young people don't pay attention to this at all."

"Fuck! When I heard Mr. Chang's name, my dad almost whipped him, but luckily he recovered."

"Uncle, please take care of your health, but for fans, Chang Lao's appearance is really a surprise."

"It's not a surprise, it's a big, big, big surprise!"

Amid the applause of the audience, Chang Xiuyu appeared on the stage.

Looking at the young faces in the audience, her steps were stronger than ever. This was the stage she had been looking forward to for a long time.

Backstage.

Seeing Chang Xiuyu standing on the stage, even though he had already seen her in the afternoon, Shi Yue still had an indescribable sense of virtuality.

It's like you, as an African chieftain, suddenly won the only prize in a lottery attended by tens of thousands of people. It's so unreal.

Why can he invite Mr. Chang to come out after being away from the stage for a long time?

Why should he?

She doesn't understand.

On stage.

The whole place went dark.

"Bang bang bang, bang!"

Drum boards and cymbal sounds are iconic instruments in Peking Opera.

The lights came on, and Chang Xiuyu, dressed in pink Tsing Yi, made a hand gesture and raised her voice.

"The red sun rises in the east, and its avenues are filled with glowing light."

"I am so lucky to be born in your arms."

"The same blood flows~"

After she finished speaking, Chang Xiuyu froze, her body motionless, but the lingering sound lingered in the sky above the studio.

This time the barrage was full of question marks.

"???"

"With this appearance, this posture, this voice, you told me this is an old man?!"

"If I didn't tell you, I would have thought he was only thirty-four years old. He is indeed a master, so awesome!"

"Even though his physical strength is not as good as when he was younger, he can still see Chang Lao's basic skills."

Emotional netizens were suddenly touched.

When a Peking Opera master from the Xia Kingdom, who was in his twilight years, sang "How lucky I am to be born in your arms" with the quintessence of Chinese culture, a sense of pride as a Xia nationality suddenly came to my heart.

"The lyrics are so well written, I almost want to cry."

"Ditto!"

The camera changes and comes to Zhou Ziwu.

Wearing a plain green robe, he walked from the darkness into the spotlight.

The next second, his gentle voice spread throughout the audience.

"When writing about the sky, I only write about the dimness of the sun and the long moon."

"When painting the earth, only a corner of the mountains and rivers are intact."

"Looking at the eternity, the heaven and the earth have looked up to each other for five thousand years."

"Only Yanhuang has an open heart and travels to all directions."

The restless scene suddenly became quiet.

The audience closed their eyes and listened carefully to the song. Somehow, Zhou Ziwu sang the song, and while they were listening to the song in the audience, they suddenly felt a sense of peace and security for the country and the people.

"Caressing the flowing light, brick by brick, the years soak the red wall."

"Sighing the withering and prosperity, every flower and tree is filled with sorrow and joy after the vicissitudes of life."

"Hengbahuang, the hometown in Kyushu Isshiki's heart."

"Only China has a bright future and its road is in full bloom."

In the lounge.

The singers who were still feeling uncomfortable with their behavior in the early morning suddenly felt that their hearts were broadened.

Fang Qin hesitated and said: "Maybe he can attend this year's Spring Festival Gala with this song."

A singer who has only debuted for a few months and has only participated in two programs appeared on the Spring Festival Gala.

This may sound like a fantasy, but the singers in the room felt that the possibility was very high.

If they were asked to describe this song, it would be: a prosperous country, the sound of peace.

Such a main theme song coincides with the requirements of the Spring Festival Gala.

In other words, this is simply a song tailor-made for the Spring Festival Gala.

On stage.

Zhou Ziwu looked at the empty space and sang loudly:

"The red sun rises in the east, and its avenues are filled with glowing light."

"I am so lucky to be born in your arms and inherit the same blood."

"We share the hardships and share the blessings, and we stand upright."

"My country is endowed with benevolence and faith that will last for thousands of years."

When he once again sang "I am so lucky to be born in your arms with the same blood flowing through you" with a gentle voice, the audience burst into tears.

Obviously the melody of this song does not sound sad at all. Not only is it not sad, it is also positive, but they just want to cry.

Many people even feel as if they are listening to fairy music and their ears are suddenly bright.

Online.

The screen has been blocked by the dense barrage of white flowers.

"It's so beautiful and sounds so good!"

"I cried when I was abroad. I really missed home."

“Spring Festival Gala reservation!”

"May the motherland prosper!"

“I must go to the Spring Festival Gala!

"If I were an audience member at the scene, I would definitely vote for "Wanjiang"."

At the scene, the camera turned to Chang Xiuyu again.

A rhythmic recitation blurted out: "The red sun rises in the east, and its avenue is full of glow~light~"

Zhou Ziwu then sang:

"Caressing the flowing light, brick by brick, the years soak the red wall."

"Sighing the withering and prosperity, every flower and tree is filled with sorrow and joy after the vicissitudes of life."

"Hengbahuang, the hometown in Kyushu Isshiki's heart."

"Only China has a bright future and its road is in full bloom."

In the last two lines, Chang Xiuyu joins Zhou Ziwu's singing in Peking Opera accent, male and female chorus, and the collision of pop and classical, which brings the artistic conception of this song to another level.

This can no longer be described as "beautiful", but absolutely beautiful!

The song came to an end, and Zhou Ziwu and Chang Xiuyu harmonized for the last time:

"The red sun rises in the east, and its avenues are filled with glow~"

"Dang~"

"Dang~"

Two cymbals sounded, and the song ended.

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