More and more people are coming to the auditorium one after another.
The attention paid to this [Zhang Xia Art Achievement Concert] was so terrifying that all the pre-sale tickets were snatched up within thirty seconds of being posted online.
Some people are pleasantly surprised.
Some people are very disappointed.
As the vice-presidents of "Yangcun", Miao Miao and Lin Xiaoxiao originally planned to bring a large number of Yangcun families to attend the concert, but when they excitedly logged onto the ticketing website for the first time, they saw it was empty.
After entering the ticket warehouse, they were all confused.
They didn't get any tickets, not even a single ticket.
Later, they asked other people in Yangcun and found that except for a few people in Yangcun who had grabbed tickets, all other box offices seemed to have been booked in advance...
The box office released online is very limited, only a few hundred tickets.
"Who is our president...how can he be so powerful that he can get such internal tickets? And he is so close to the guest seats that I can even see Zhou Yang!"
"I don't know, I really don't know... I just received this unsigned envelope this morning..."
"Maybe an internal employee?"
"Well, maybe it is!"
Lin Xiaoxiao and Miao Miao became curious about the president.
Guest tickets can only be obtained by the organizer or internal personnel, and the organizer of this [Zhang Xia Art Achievement Concert] itself is not capital but some official personnel.
The two discussed it for a long time, but neither of them came up with any results, so they finally gave up.
When Lin Xiaoxiao picked up her notebook and saw various hot searches on the Internet, her happy mood was dull for a moment, and then she gritted her teeth: "I saw some netizens slandering Zhou Yang again!"
"Don't look at it, these people are the ones who say the grapes are sour..."
"No, I must fight them!"
"..."
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Zhou Yang often likes to hide in corners where no one is paying attention.
Those corners are very comfortable and comfortable, and there is no need to wear a mask all the time and become unlike yourself.
But in the end...
Still under Tang Xiao's reminder, Zhou Yang nervously came to the front row and followed the couple and An Xiao's grandparents to say hello.
After saying hello, he showed a sincere smile on his face, just like a junior...
But some not-so-good words appeared in my mind.
For example, clinging to powerful people, being a flatterer, or shamelessly sticking to them to gain a sense of presence.
Especially the cameras that swept over him from time to time made Zhou Yang extremely uneasy.
He is actually not such a person.
Saying hello is just out of courtesy and respect for the elders.
This is what he reminded himself.
But the complex feeling in my heart has always been intertwined.
But fortunately, An Jianwu was still quite happy. Although Grandma An Xiao looked a little cold like An Xiao, she still nodded to herself and showed a smile to the younger generation.
An Xiao's brother An Zhibin also nodded to him. Although he still maintained his military style and was serious about words, he didn't seem as alienated as before.
Under Tang Xiao's instructions, Zhou Yang said a round of greetings, and the uncles, aunts, grandparents called out sweetly...
When Zhou Yang was about to shout and was about to return to his seat, he didn't expect that the middle-aged couple sitting next to them were particularly interested in Zhou Yang. They pulled Zhou Yang to sit down and talked to Zhou Yang.
The foreigners chatted long and short.
Zhou Yang looked at the middle-aged woman and felt that her profile seemed somewhat similar to An Xiao's.
He realized that these two people should be An Xiao's parents, and judging from their identities, they didn't seem to be simple.
It's right to think about it. For a person from a family like Mr. An, who has a simple identity?
When facing long and short chats at home, Zhou Yang answered all the questions that needed to be answered very seriously...
He felt that he was very ordinary, but somehow he seemed to please An Xiao's parents very much. An Xiao's mother seemed to smile and narrow her eyes. The more she looked at him, the happier she became. She even held his hand and talked a lot.
"It's over, it's okay!" "It's not easy!" "This kid is pitiful!" "I'm very proud..." and the like.
This situation made Zhou Yang particularly uncomfortable.
He has never seen such a battle, and no one taught him...
Although Tang Xiao interrupted from time to time to keep the atmosphere from being particularly awkward, Zhou Yang's face began to become hot and hot, and at one point he began to become breathless under a pair of eyes.
Finally, there was nothing to talk about, and Zhou Yang was about to leave and return to his seat.
There was applause under the stage.
The stage dimmed for a moment and then lit up again.
Under the lights, hosts Zhang Zimeng and Li Guohui smiled and then walked onto the stage.
"Xiao Zhou, just sit here. This is not another place. There is no need to rank seniority..."
The woman laughed after looking at Zhou Yang's appearance.
His eyes were filled with appreciation and another hint of abnormal emotion.
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"China has undergone many vicissitudes over the past hundred years..."
"In chaotic times, groups of lovely and respectful people emerged..."
"Art comes from the folk, from the people..."
"..."
Under the lights, Li Guohui's voice was honest and simple, as if he had traveled through time, pulling all the audience to another time and space.
As Li Guohui's voice fell, the background screen beside the stage lit up.
On the edge of the screen, documentary clips and movie clips flashed across the screen. Movies include "Shangganling", "Luding Bridge", "September 18th"...
The black and white film clips brought the audience's memory back to the scene of sitting in an open square watching a movie decades ago.
The light gradually becomes gentle...
The screen gradually dimmed, and those movie clips gradually turned into a person.
"Women Hold Up Half the Sky", "Great Unity", "A Good Place in Northern Shaanxi"...
Photos of artists who once sang these popular songs slowly flashed on the screen...
Seeing what these old artists looked like when they were young, many elderly audience members in the front row couldn't help but have red eyes.
The years change, the sun and the moon intertwine.
Unexpectedly, decades passed by in such a hurry.
The young girls who were once have already become middle-aged...
The young people who were once have become grandparents.
Some people are still alive, while some people have passed away long ago.
The screen goes dark...
The stage lights came on again.
A prologue was slowly opened not far away. In the prologue, conductor Qiao Yu turned his back to the audience and gently waved his baton.
With the wave...
A loud suona sound sounded.
On the stage, Tong Yuan raised his head and played the suona, feeling the fullness and brightness of the suona.
She was immersed in it and performed the prelude of this song "My Motherland" in her best state.
The audience sat upright and looked at the stage. The sudden sound of the suona made them feel goosebumps. They felt that the atmosphere today was particularly high-pitched.
After the suona sounds...
The solemn and sacred chorus slowly emerged from the Erhu sounds, full of elegance, and then the Erhu changed from an ensemble to a solo.
Chairman Zhang Zunlian closed his eyes and was immersed in the beautiful melody. The erhu seemed to be an old friend, constantly telling old stories with its unique voice.
"Oh my God!"
"I feel like my scalp is numb!"
"It sounds great, what kind of fairy music is this!"
"It's amazing, this melody, I feel like I'm getting goosebumps!"
"This is Chairman Zhang Zunlian. Oh my God, is Chairman Zhang Zunlian even serving as a backdrop? That's so awesome!"
"Fuck!"
"Zhang Zunlian, musician, educator, currently professor, master's tutor, and director of the Chinese Music Department of the Huaxia Conservatory of Music..."
"Lu Lu, born in 1972, is a leading Chinese harp player and was once hailed as a national treasure harp player!"
"Wang Zhongjing, the guzheng master, is an educator and musician. His reputation is well-known overseas and he has been invited to perform in France many times..."
"..."
The audience at the scene was quiet.
However, the live broadcast on the Internet was filled with waves of admiration.
In the Soku video website...
The audience looked at the picture on the computer screen, and in the comment area below, some music school students began to popularize the voices of these musical instrument masters with netizens.
Countless admiration, surprise, and stunning emotions floated in the hearts of netizens.
After watching the group of contemporary living gods participating in the prelude of the song "My Motherland", everyone began to feel the power of the palace level!
Then...
The netizen who was popularizing these celebrities posted another comment below the video.
"There is a reason to thank Teacher Zhou Yang on Weibo!"
"Based on the accurate inside information I got!"
"Teacher Zhou Yang once participated in the rehearsals of these musicians... and chatted and laughed with these musicians, and even formulated the performance rules of "My Motherland" with them..."
"The scores for each musical instrument, and even the seats for each teacher, were arranged after discussions with Teacher Zhou Yang..."
"..."
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The music is booming.
Solemn and solemn.
It’s completely different from the rehearsal!
Zhou Yang was deeply shocked and felt that his artistic cells had undergone a new round of baptism.
Looking at these famous musicians, he felt a sense of honor in his heart.
He can sit here and listen to these music performances...
This was something that would have been unthinkable just a few years ago.
Listen to the music...
He closed his eyes.
Feeling that his tired and restless spirit had been somewhat soothed, he began to become extraordinarily calm.
He enjoyed the atmosphere brought to him by these wonderful music.
“What a great line up!”
Zhou Yang heard the woman next to him look at the stage in admiration, and his eye circles began to turn red.
The middle-aged man next to her patted her on the shoulder.
She nodded and then looked at Zhou Yang.
"Xiao Zhou, you are really outstanding. In front of these masters, you can still help arrange such a perfect performance..."
Zhou Yang heard the admiration.
He opened his eyes and looked at the woman's eyes of admiration and appreciation.
"Maybe there will be a world-class musician next to me! That's great! It's a pity that Xiao'er didn't come today, otherwise... haha."
The woman smiled and joked, and the heterotrophic emotion in her eyes seemed to be getting higher and higher.
Zhou Yang didn't know how to respond for a while, let alone what the woman wanted to say and what she meant...
He just felt panicked.
It seems that everything in the body is in a state of nowhere...