"Congratulations, you are one big step closer to success." A few minutes later, looking at Shen Hao who was beaming with joy, Fang nodded in congratulations.
"Luck, luck, the main thing is that your songs are good, brother. So... remember to ask me about that."
"Well! I'll ask for you when I get the chance."
"Then I won't disturb you anymore and go back and wait for your good news."
In this round, Shen Hao had the added variable of Fang Jing and passed with three votes to two. Huang Xiaoming did not give him a pass because he felt that the song We Are Different was too slobbery and uncreative.
Even in this situation, Shen Hao was thankful to God, as long as he could live with it, he didn't care whether he was slobbering or not.
For fear of putting more pressure on others, those who had performed could not stay backstage, so Shen Hao left after saying a few words.
The first session got off to a good start. The nervous mental arithmetic of those who followed calmed down a lot, and they were not so nervous when they went on stage.
The second singer is Liu Wei, an online singer. On the Penguin Music platform, her songs have the highest hit rate of over 10 million, and she is known as the best ancient-style voice.
Sure enough, a good voice is not a guarantee. What she sang was her own masterpiece and the most widely circulated song. It made people's bones freeze as soon as she started singing. She was no weaker than a professional singer.
Among the seventy people, no more than five could match her in singing skills. No surprise, the three instructors unanimously approved it.
In front of Fang Jing is a fat girl from Dali who once released an album and is very popular in her local area.
The instructor spoke very highly of her, and Han Hong even said that her songs were playing in the car when she came here this morning.
It's a pity that Han Hong and Li Wen didn't pass her because she was already a debut singer and there was no need to compete with these 18 or 19-year-olds. It would be unfair to others.
The good old Huang Xiaoming cast a vote. Someone must come out to play red face at this time, otherwise it would be too ugly to vote unanimously.
Fang Jing was not surprised at all by this result. It was obvious that this girl already had an agency before participating in the show.
They have already made records, and if they abuse them on a show, they are newbies in the novice village. Isn’t this bullying?
Even if Han Hong and others agree, the program team probably won't agree. It's fun enough to let you play a few rounds, but if you continue to play, it will ruin the show.
If any singer who is not popular comes to their show to increase his popularity, then there is no need for them to hold this show.
Next, Fang Jing appears.
He didn't bring a guitar. He wore an ordinary lapel jacket, a white short-sleeved shirt underneath, black jeans, and black casual shoes. This was Fang Jing's attire.
When he came on stage, Fang Jing breathed lightly into the microphone to make sure it was fine. He nodded and bowed to the staff on the side of the stage, indicating that the background music could be played.
The music started, an ancient flute played a slow solo, and the lyrics appeared on the screen behind Fang Jing, followed by an animated video. In order to get closer to the meaning of the song, he spent an entire night carefully selecting it.
For this reason, He Kangsheng also reminded him to contact the author of this animation and pay him whatever he deserves.
Don't wait for the show to be aired. If the original author even sues Shanghai TV to the court, then it will be great fun. Losing money is a trivial matter, the main thing is shame.
But Fang Jing was lucky. He called and they confiscated the money, but the other person was very excited when he heard that he was going to be on TV and said thank you for helping him promote it.
"On the green grass leaves under the ancient trees at the head of the village
The dew has not dried
The ferry boat sings songs in the morning mist
Push through the creek
I lay on the roof with my arms as pillow
thought about it all night
Who in the hall under the tiles talked about Chang'an on paper again?
Fang Jing has practiced this song so many times that he can sing it with his eyes closed, brewing emotions, finding the right entry point, and being completely immersed in it as soon as he opens his mouth.
His voice is not as gentle and delicate as He Tu's, but fresh and clean, untainted by the fireworks, but when he sings this song, he has a different feeling.
He didn't deliberately show off his skills, he was very quiet when he opened his mouth, and vividly expressed the vision for the future of a young man who left home to pursue his dreams.
…
It was eight o'clock in Shenchuan City. Wang Hong was walking tiredly on the street with his hands in his trouser pockets. He was 278 years old and was a salesman in a 4S store. He had just gotten off work.
Crossing the sidewalk, we expertly entered a snack street and entered an old restaurant without looking up. "Fish-flavored shredded pork rice bowl, take away."
"Xiao Wang, why are you here so late today? Are you working overtime again?"
The boss and chef is a middle-aged man in his fifties with a Chinese character face. He was watching TV idly. When he saw Wang Hong come in, he greeted Wang Hong with a smile, got up and walked towards the kitchen.
"That's right! The unscrupulous manager is squeezing us for performance. We should get off work at six o'clock. He insists on calling new and old customers one by one."
After pouring a glass of water from the water dispenser, Wang Hong complained to the boss while waiting for the rice bowl. Although they work in suits and leather shoes, they don't have to be exposed to the weather, but only he knows the sadness in it.
"The bridge deck is as cold as the soles of frosted shoes"
"Stepping over the bluestone"
"The girl who rubs shoulders has curved eyebrows"
"I carried my luggage and got on the ferry."
"Looking back at Fuban"
"The smoke gradually fades in the outline of the village"
"Rising and falling"
…
There were no other customers in the small restaurant at the moment. There was a calm and quiet sound coming from the TV, and the singing voice attracted Wang Hong's attention.
"The Voice of Chinese Dream?"
Office workers like them, who have never seen the sun, haven't watched TV for who knows how many years. He doesn't recognize any of those idols whose little girls open and close their mouths every day.
The young man singing on TV is not very old and looks almost the same as when he first came out of society.
After listening to a few lines, Wang Hong thought it was an ancient song about young people pursuing their ideals, but gradually the song turned from cold to sad, and the low and mournful cries expressed regret and unwillingness.
This reminded him of himself, who had been away from home for ten years and came to work in this big city. His father at home was sick and could not even go back.
At that time, I had great ambitions. I didn't want to live in a small mountain village all my life. I longed for the high-rise buildings and the feasting and feasting in the big cities. So I took a quick trip with 200 yuan in my pocket.
Only then did he realize what hardship was. He had tried living with one hundred and fifty yuan a month, and had tried living with drinking tap water every day. He never wanted to try it again in his life.
The world is a hot and cold place, like a person who knows whether drinking water is warm or cold. There are too many intrigues here, and there are not many people who can talk to each other.
"Am I really here in the right place?" Wang Hong was confused. He had been working overtime every day during this period, and he had already thought of leaving, but he was reluctant to part with the high salary and was a bit undecided.
"What are you thinking about?" The boss packed the fried rice bowl and handed it to Wang Hong.
"I haven't been back for many years, and I feel a little homesick." Wang Hong shook his head and chuckled.
"If you want to go back, just go back!"
"I can't go back." Wang Hong thought for a while and sighed, "If I leave, I have to resign. My family won't be able to make any money."
Leaving behind two sheets worth five yuan and two pieces worth one piece, Wang Hong left with the packed rice.
"Suddenly it started to rain in Chang'an City
Wet with prosperity and vicissitudes of life
I forgot in the rush of people
direction of arrival
Turn around and leave that year
The sound of water is far away from the river bank