Although there are still a few hours before the [Zhang Xia Art Achievements Concert] starts, there are already huge crowds of people outside the Huaxia National Theater.
Countless journalists shuttled among the crowd, recording every scene outside the scene in real time during the heat wave.
This is the most majestic performance in the Chinese music circle, and it is an unprecedented grand event in the Chinese art world!
Through the window.
CCTV News Channel host Zhang Zimeng looked at the crowds of people outside. Even though she had seen strong winds and waves, she could not help but feel a little excited in her heart.
The importance of this concert is no less than that of CCTV news. Every guest, every audience, and even every singer standing on the stage is the most authoritative figure in China.
"How is the manuscript prepared?"
"about there!"
"Can we go unscripted?"
"Yeah, okay."
"Rehearse here now?"
"good."
Another host's voice came to my ears.
The other host is named Li Guohui, an old veteran of the Taiwanese Documentary Channel. He just retired the year before last. When he was supposed to enjoy his old age in peace, when he learned that there was such a palace-level music event in the art circle, he immediately started
Contact Zhang Xia and hope to contribute to Zhang Xia's concert.
After Zhang Zimeng saw Li Guohui's invitation, he nodded, then put down the manuscript, and began to review the manuscript with Li Guohui.
Two hours later...
The two reviewed the script and rehearsed it. After confirming that it was correct on stage, they left the office together.
As I walked into the theater, I happened to hear a chorus of choruses.
The two of them stopped and looked at each other for a while, and when they were about to find a place to sit down, they saw an old man about eighty years old walking over step by step.
Next to him were two guards with serious expressions.
When they saw the old man, they were instantly in awe and immediately walked over to say hello to the old man.
"Hello, chief."
"Oh, hello, sit down, sit down, sit down... It's going to be hard tonight."
"No hard work, no hard work."
The old man seemed to be very happy after seeing the two of them. He cordially greeted them to sit down, and then smiled and chatted with Li Guohui about some family issues.
The person who is a senior in the stage is like a junior in front of the old man. Although he is not flattered, he is extremely humble and every word is respectful.
"Grandma Liu!"
After the two chatted for a while, Zhang Zimeng subconsciously stood up again when she saw a figure coming from the other side.
"Hello."
Compared to the old man's cheerfulness and kindness, the expression of the old woman named Grandma Liu seemed a bit dull. After nodding to Zhang Zimeng, she sat next to the old man.
"Isn't it impossible to say that?" The old man glanced at the old lady and said with a smile.
"Come and see your old friend, take one look, one less look." The old lady did not look at the old man, but looked at the stage silently.
On the stage, Zhang Xia obviously saw the old lady and the old man, so she came over with them immediately after the rehearsal.
The two parties were quite familiar with each other, and it was inevitable to talk about the prosperous past years together. After chatting for a while, the old man glanced at the crowd as if he had discovered something: "This girl Xiao Song can't come over today?"
"I came over here, and I'm helping Xiao Zhou sort out the scores backstage now..." Zhang Xia replied with a smile.
"Oh?" The old man was stunned and didn't react for a moment: "Which Xiao Zhou? Could it be Xiao Song's new partner?"
"Haha... we are just ordinary friends. Because everyone is rehearsing, Xiao Zhou needs someone to help with things, so I temporarily asked the girl to come over to help Xiao Zhou, as an assistant..."
"Oh, that's good. Young people are always like..." The old man smiled slightly at first, and then as if he thought of something, his smile slowly began to stiffen and eventually disappeared.
A few minutes later, when Zhang Xia and others ended their chat and began to get busy on stage again, the old man glanced at the old lady next to him.
"Is An Xiao here?"
"I'm not coming over today. I'm currently helping to review a few articles in the textbooks... In September, these textbooks will be officially put into use."
"Oh..." The old man nodded when he heard this, but the disappointment in his eyes flashed away, and then he silently glanced backstage.
……………………
Saxophone master Kenneth is still lying in the hospital.
The saxophone song "Going Home" tormented Kenneth to death. Although his life was not in danger, the ups and downs of emotions and unprecedented exhaustion finally defeated him.
But it's not life-threatening...
I just fell into a coma for a few hours, and when I woke up, I stared at the ceiling in a daze.
When Zhou Yang saw him in the hospital, he felt that he was in a strange state, and his mood was inexplicably high, as if he wanted to play the saxophone again, but when the saxophone was actually handed to him, he kept shaking while holding it.
It can't be blown no matter what, as if it and the saxophone have formed a transparent film in the invisible place.
John Williams is with you...
His mood calmed down a little, but when he saw Zhou Yang, his eyes were extremely complicated.
When Zhou Yang left the hospital...
I vaguely heard John William Puss let out a long sigh.
“Why is God so partial?”
"Obviously I am so devout and have such faith in music, but why don't you give me even a hint of such talent?"
Full of sadness, unwillingness, and a hint of discouragement.
Zhou Yang listened to his sigh and didn't know what to say for a moment.
"Going Home" was not created by him. At best, it was a series of deductions and completions with the help of saxophone master Kenneth.
That's all.
Talent?
He is the least talented one.
Of course, he could not comfort John Williams, let alone tell the truth.
Some things are too mysterious, secrets that are so mysterious that you cannot tell anyone until you die.
After returning to the theater...
Zhou Yang saw a pair of eyes that were either admiring or disbelieving, as if they were in a dream.
He didn't say much, but another different melody appeared in his mind.
The melody is called "Last of the Mohicans".
It seems that after working with Kenneth and deducing and completing the music together, Zhou Yang's talent and interest in music were aroused.
So I couldn't wait to complete "The Last of the Mohicans" as well...
"Is this okay?"
"Can."
"OK!"
Training room.
Song Yiyi took the score and started playing with her eyes closed.
Zhou Yang listened carefully to Song Yiyi playing the score, especially after looking at the instrument in Song Yiyi's hand, he felt that he was extremely lucky.
During this day, he has actually been looking for instruments suitable for "The Last of the Mohicans".
I thought it was a flute...
But it's totally wrong. The flute is too crisp and loud, and it lacks a bit of the melodious feeling in the dust.
Later I thought it was Xun, which seemed to be quite close, but after listening to it a few times, it started to taste a little different.
finally……
When Song Yiyi came over with her own musical instrument and was about to rehearse with her, Zhou Yang discovered that the instrument he needed was the genna flute, a magical instrument originating from South America.
At the concert, there was an old song that needed flute accompaniment.
And Song Yiyi happened to be a student of this type of flute.
When Song Yiyi came over, Zhou Yang was shocked to find that Zhang Xia was Song Yiyi's grandmother...
Thinking of that day, when I went to the compound and saw Song Yiyi, I also thought of meeting Song Yiyi for the first time. Wang Shuai secretly hinted that Song Yiyi's background was not simple...
Zhou Yang was in a trance for a while.
The song ends.
Zhou Yang nodded, although he felt that the feeling in his memory was a little clearer, but when he really thought about it, there was still a sense of confusion.
Then...
His mind was tired, he seemed to be struggling, and he was a little unsteady when he stood up.
He knew that his energy was the same as before, and he seemed to be a little overdrawn.
"Forget it, let's take a rest."
"good."
Zhou Yang watched Song Yiyi sort out the score.
When he saw Song Yiyi again, Zhou Yang seemed to feel that Song Yiyi had changed.
It seems that I feel a little more alienated from myself.
In the past, she would talk to herself about a lot of things, and her smile was as sweet as a silver bell, like a big sister.
Um……
In fact, we still laugh and chat a bit now, but we keep a certain distance and are more like ordinary friends.
"The concert will start in two hours. Will you join?"
"I will follow the rehearsal for the last try. If there is no problem, I will participate."
"Can you hold on now?"
"Try..."
After seeing Song Yiyi's concern, Zhou Yang laughed.
Maybe Song Yiyi hasn’t changed, and there’s no sense of unfamiliarity...
Well, maybe many things are illusions caused by my own mental overdraft.
……………………
Zhou Yang was too tired.
Therefore, when rehearsing, I am naturally not in the best condition.
In such a state, even if you are singing among the crowd, you are not suitable to stay in such a palace-level concert.
Although Zhang Xia didn't say anything, Zhou Yang finally chose to give up.
then……
He was finally arranged to sit in the guest's seat.
Not long after he sat down, he felt someone tap him on the back.
He subconsciously turned around and saw Tang Xiao looking at him.
"Sister Tang Xiao?"
"Sit somewhere else..."
"ah?"
Tang Xiao pointed in another direction.
Zhou Yang followed Tang Xiao's gaze and saw an old man and an old lady.
Then...
He was stunned.
Not far away were An Xiao's grandfather and An Xiao's grandmother. In addition to the grandparents, there was also a middle-aged couple sitting there.
The middle-aged couple seemed to be looking at themselves, smiling and nodding.
"I……"
"Go ahead, go ahead, I've left a place for you..."
"This is inappropriate..."
"If there's anything inappropriate, go ahead and say hello... Listen to me, I won't harm you!"