Chapter 168 The dragons bloodline becomes a forest
Safflower needs green leaves.
Many times, works that were originally rated at 80% in quality can even break through 90% and reach the level of excellence with the support of good works.
"Heaven and Earth Dragon Scale" is enough to make people excited, whether it is the quality of the song itself or Zhou Ziwu's CD-like live performance.
Now there are the first four songs as a foil. Although there are only a few sentences, netizens still went crazy.
"Too awesome!"
"Kneel down!"
"I'm getting goosebumps."
"But I'm uneducated, so I can tell the world just by saying shit!"
"The best song among all the song programs currently, Zhou Ziwu Niubi!"
"I'm reporting that someone is lip-syncing! [狗头][狗头]"
"I didn't expect that there are so many seniors in the music industry here tonight, and the one who carries the banner of music is actually Zhou Ziwu."
"Don't be shy, I just sang the beginning."
"I believe in him."
"..."
"Wow!"
on site.
The audience spontaneously gave their own applause.
Just a moment ago they were grumbling in their hearts that he didn't have a dancer, but now they didn't care so much anymore. Although they only had a few words, their ears had already been conquered by the young man on the stage.
Huang Lili was sitting in the studio, listening to the applause of the audience coming from his headphones, and finally a smile appeared on his face.
The tragic "car accident" in the previous songs made his mood hit rock bottom.
Lin Yunshu, who performed well throughout the rehearsal, was out of tune, which made him feel a little nervous. He was worried that Zhou Ziwu, whom he regarded as his ace, might also make mistakes because he could not withstand the pressure.
Now it seems that I was worrying too much.
Although Zhou Ziwu was young, he withstood the challenge. In the year when everyone was really singing, he used a masterpiece to hold the bottom line for himself.
Moreover, the popularity of this song "Dragon Scales of Heaven and Earth" will not stop at this year's Spring Festival. It will become one of the memory points of this year's Spring Festival Gala and will be mentioned repeatedly in the future.
This is the confidence that "Dragon Scales of Heaven and Earth" brought to him, and it is also the confidence that Zhou Ziwu brought to him.
Huang Lizheng's mood at this moment was like eating ice cream in the summer, feeling refreshed from head to toe.
Chang Lao, thank you.
…
"This dragon scale once fell to the ground like broken ice."
"Every inch of my heart, I can't bear to hear the story."
"A person observes etiquette and keeps a quiet heart, and a gentleman plays the melodious guqin with his heart."
On the big screen, the light is dim.
In the center of the screen, there was an armchair handle engraved with dragon scales. It stayed there quietly, with dim light. Suddenly, a hand wearing a bright yellow and broad embroidered robe struck heavily on it.
Immediately afterwards, there was smoke everywhere, and the big screen that was just dimly lit a moment ago was now surrounded by dark red light.
The sky and the earth are dark, dark clouds are covered, the wind and rain are swaying, and the country is in turmoil. A mottled stone lion appears in the center of the screen, as if recording that bloody national history.
The audience at the scene fell silent, and all their applauding hands dropped.
That painful history is a common pain in everyone's heart. Although a hundred years have passed, it still makes people feel heartbroken every time they think of it.
Just like the lyrics say: the story is so shaky that I can’t bear to hear it.
On the big screen, the sky is clear and the red sun is rising.
As the weather changed, the originally depressing atmosphere suddenly changed.
The camera quickly climbed up the white marble cloud steps engraved with nine giant dragons. At the moment of ascending the last step, the camera suddenly slowed down and the majestic bright yellow palace reappeared in front of people's eyes.
Under the sunlight, it seems to be covered with a layer of golden light. Just looking at it gives people a sense of peace of mind.
After the storm, it remains as motionless as a mountain!
"I am awake and waiting for the response, circling the vast expanse of Chinese civilization!"
At this moment, the accompaniment reached its climax. Zhou Ziwu's angry voice happened to follow the bright yellow palace and penetrate into the ears of the audience.
That angry voice, like a suppressed dragon's roar, resounded through the sky as the camera kept pulling up.
The golden dragon embroidered on Zhou Ziwu's black suit also seemed to come alive. It "swayed" its body with his movements, exuding majestic power.
The mood of the audience seemed to be on a roller coaster. After the low point, it soared into the sky with his angry voice.
The praises online are getting higher and higher.
"My scalp is numb!"
“It’s really amazing!”
"Suddenly I felt like crying."
"The biggest surprise tonight: the sketch "No More Fan Qing" and the song "Dragon Scales of Heaven and Earth".
"I'm so envious of the audience at the scene. It was so shocking when I watched it on TV. It will definitely be more enjoyable in person."
"Blow, blow! I personally declare that this is the best song tonight!"
"Be confident and don't need to add anyone else. Compared with the previous songs and this one, they are simply not on the same level."
"This feels a bit like killing everyone in "The Strongest Voice"."
on site.
After the climax, the accompaniment and male voice also stopped abruptly.
The next second, the sound of the guzheng sounded like water, and Zhou Ziwu's voice was no longer full of "anger", but became neutral and peaceful.
"I pay tribute to the vast yellow land in the east as I put pen to paper."
"The landscape has been wiped away with ink, and only the rugged Chinese backbone can be seen."
"The Shenwu Gate of the Forbidden City, how many vicissitudes of life have forged the soul of China."
"I will inherit the culture and cultivate it deeply, break through the changes and turn things around."
Under the clear sunshine, the large wheat fields were blown by the breeze, and golden waves of wheat appeared. The pigeon whistle sounded, and a white pigeon flew from the field to the blue sky along with the large army.
After it was tired from flying, it found a place to rest temporarily, and the place where it rested was right on top of the mottled stone lion.
After dark clouds rolled over the city and violent storms, it still stood tall in the sunshine.
In the quiet ward, Zhou Ziwu's singing echoed.
Chang Xiuyu sat back on the bed, looked at his young and handsome face on the TV, smiled and said: "This song is good, I like this song."
Ren Qing also smiled and said: "Mom, if I were Huang Lizheng, I would definitely thank you in my heart right now. This song will definitely become famous after the Spring Festival Gala."
Chang Xiuyu shook her head and said: "Whether he thanks me or not, it's all false. But if everyone can hear such a song in the Year of the Dragon, I think my recommendation is good."
This chapter is not over yet, please click on the next page to continue reading! "Director Huang must be having fun now." Ren Qing said.
Huang Lizheng was really unhappy at the moment.
He sat on a chair, listening to the singing from his headphones, looking at the figure of Zhou Ziwu alone on the big screen, feeling regretful in his heart.
If he had a time machine, he would definitely travel back to the fourth rehearsal without hesitation, catch the person who rejected Zhou Ziwu, and teach him a lesson.
If Zhou Ziwu had been allowed to join in at that time, the stage effect presented now would definitely be even better.
It's a pity that there is no regret medicine in this world.
While regretting it, he was also curious about the reason why Zhou Ziwu quit the recording of that program. Until now, he still doesn't know why Zhou Ziwu quit midway.
Although the two of them had only met a few times in total, he felt that Zhou Ziwu didn't look like the kind of person who relied on his talent or fell out with others when his brain got hot.
Keeping this in mind, he decided to find out more about it after tonight.
On stage.
"Dragon Scales of Heaven and Earth", which lasted only three minutes and sixteen seconds, quickly came to an end.
Although the applause heard several times from the audience during the period has proved the success of Zhou Ziwu's Spring Festival Gala debut, he still dare not slack off at this moment.
He who travels a hundred miles has half a mile, and what he has to do now is to give this song a perfect ending.
Putting the microphone to his mouth, he stared ahead and sang for the last time:
"This dragon scale once fell to the ground like broken ice."
"Every inch of my heart, I can't bear to hear the story."
"Raise the destiny of the nation with your head high and revive it again."
"Wander the world in search of dragon scales, and the dragon's bloodline will become a forest."
Like a revolving lantern, scenes from the past flashed back on the big screen.
Overcast clouds, dragon chair, bloody sky.
Clear sky, white doves, golden palace.
A few seconds before the singer Zhou Ziwu fell, a flying five-star red flag appeared on the screen.
Then, when the screen turned down, a group of primary school students in uniforms lined up, looked up at the five-star red flag above their heads, raised their right hands high, and performed the Young Pioneer salute.
The singing stops and the scene freezes.
The bright red scarves on the chests of the Young Pioneers captured the attention of the audience and hundreds of millions of viewers in front of the TV.
"Wow!"
The audience burst into applause.
Zhou Ziwu didn't say much, just bowed to the audience and walked towards the exit door.
"Thanks!"
Ren Ming stood in front of the camera and was about to continue speaking on the host, but he didn't expect that the audience would continue to applaud.
This is a rare phenomenon on the Spring Festival Gala stage.
He had no choice but to add, "Thank you Zhou Ziwu for the wonderful singing for us, thank you!"
The applause faded, Ren Ming breathed a sigh of relief and continued to host.
On the other side, the first time Zhou Ziwu came backstage, he unbuttoned his suit and opened his chest.
"call."
Then he breathed a long sigh of relief and felt comfortable.
When he was just on the stage, he felt that the suit Huang Liqiang had prepared for him did not fit him very well and was a bit restrictive, but fortunately it did not affect his performance.
"Teacher Zhou, are you going back now, or are you going to watch live?" The staff member who just asked him to wait appeared in front of him again, "If you are going to watch live, we have prepared the front row for you.
Location."
"No, I'll go back."
Zhou Ziwu made his choice without any hesitation.
Continuing to watch it live means that you have to continue to wear this outfit, and you have to sit upright and cannot unbutton it, because you don’t know when the camera will show your appearance to the whole country.
.
My clothes were already tied up and I had to hold them there. It was so uncomfortable, so I might as well just go back.
Although some shots may be missing because of this, considering that we are already in the limelight tonight, it’s okay not to use these shots.
"Okay, these clothes on you..."
"I'll go to the locker room and change right away," Zhou Ziwu said.
"That's not necessary." The staff member smiled and said, "Director Huang said, I will give you these clothes."
Zhou Ziwu nodded, "Then I will withdraw."
"Wait a moment, Teacher Zhou."
Zhou Ziwu looked at her doubtfully.
She took out a pen from her pocket and said, "Before I leave, can you sign your name for me?"
Zhou Ziwu smiled and said: "Of course."
…
After leaving CCTV, Zhou Ziwu stood on the side of the road, finally got a taxi from a job-seeker, and then went straight to the hospital.
Apart from Chang Laona, he had nowhere to go now. It was impossible to go back to the hotel. It would be too desolate to stay alone in the hotel during the Chinese New Year.
However, in order to prevent accidents, he still called Ren Qing.
"I haven't slept yet, we are watching the Spring Festival Gala."
"What, you're coming? Of course you're welcome!"
After hanging up the phone, Ren Qing turned to Chang Xiuyu and said with a smile: "Mom, little Zhou Yi will be here soon."
When Chang Xiuyu heard this, a smile appeared on her face, "Okay."
After two seconds, she said again: "By the way, go and prepare some hot food for him. He probably hasn't eaten yet until now."
"Mom, who is your biological son?" Ren Qing said in a sour tone.
"Go if you are told. There are so many complaints."
Ren Qing surrendered, "Okay, I'll go right away."
…
Drinking the hot eight-treasure porridge, feeling that his hungry stomach finally had something to eat, Zhou Ziwu put down the bowl and said, "I'm finally alive. I'm so grateful."
"No, it's a bit late. I only bought this. I didn't treat you well. Don't dislike it." Ren Qing said slightly apologetically.
Zhou Ziwu waved his hands and said: "This is very good, how can I dare to dislike it?"
Seeing how polite they were, Chang Xiuyu said: "Okay, Xiao Zhou is not an outsider. Stop pretending like this. Didn't you just think that I was good to others but not good to you?"
After being exposed, Ren Qing could no longer pretend, so she could only helplessly say to her old lady: "Mom, can't you save some face for me?"
"We are all on our own, how can we save face?"
Zhou Ziwu smiled and watched the mother and son bickering, and felt that his lonely heart was comforted.
Eleven o'clock at night.
Seeing the sleepiness on Chang's face, Zhou Ziwu took the initiative to leave. Knowing that he came by taxi, Chang Xiuyu asked Ren Qing to drive him back to the hotel.
Different from the busy traffic in the past, there are very few cars on the road in Yangcheng tonight, and it is almost smooth all the way.
Back in the hotel room, Zhou Ziwu stood by the window, looking at the lights outside, feeling lonely again.
Being a stranger in a foreign land, I miss my family even more during festive seasons.
What's more, this is the most important festival of the year for Xia people.
"Whoosh!"
After closing the curtains, Zhou Ziwu returned to the bedside and took out his mobile phone. He wanted to make a video call at home to see what they were doing, but after hesitating for two seconds, he gave up again.
Forget it, it only made me more tormented after watching it.
Putting down his phone, he felt a little strange in his heart. Normally, his family should have contacted him at this time. Even if they were worried that he was at the Spring Festival Gala and would disturb him, they should send a Fetion message to ask, right?
It's fine now. I don't have a phone number or Fetion. What's going on?
Just when he was confused, he suddenly received a flying message.
The second most beautiful girl: [Where is your hotel in Yangcheng?]