Xiao Qian didn't know that at this moment, he had become the public enemy of his peers across the country. And when Wei Wenxiang uttered his next sentence, this hatred skyrocketed.
"In addition, we also know that two new songs will be introduced to you at today's party."
The people at the scene were amazed and looked at Xiao Qian, wishing that this child was their own.
Xu Yuechun started asking questions according to the script.
"Little Xiao Qian, can you tell Auntie how these songs were made?"
I believe everyone is curious about this question.
Seeing Xiao Qian's appearance, many people felt depressed that their age seemed to have been wasted.
According to statistics, after this Spring Festival Gala, 80% of music teachers across the country chose to resign.
There is no way, the blow is too great.
If you have been engaged in music all your life and the result is not as good as that of a seven-year-old child, you will doubt the good life.
Just because of Xiao Qian's words, it caused a fatal blow to China's music industry.
But he didn't realize this and still had to answer Xu Yuechun's questions.
"I have loved singing since I was a child, and I can hum it right away."
This is how he answered Xia Weizhang and others before, and naturally he can only say this now, otherwise, it would be cheating.
What else can anyone say?
I can only give a thumbs up and understand what genius is.
But the key program is not here, Yang Yuan has already designed it.
Wei Wenxiang also squatted down and asked with a smile: "Xiao Qian, you have written so many songs now. Let me give you a test. Can you talk about your hometown in the way of singing?"
Xiao Qian was stunned, and deeply realized the adult's malice.
Damn it, Yang Yuan didn't tell him to do this.
But time was running out and he had no choice but to retreat.
"Let me try."
"Hey, our kid Xiao Qian really doesn't have stage fright."
Wei Wenxiang was originally very worried and felt that Yang Yuan's arrangement was not considered well.
A seven-year-old child, no matter how powerful he is, is definitely immature mentally. What if he collapses in such a big scene?
Unexpectedly, in the face of his and Xu Yuechun's repeated attacks, Xiao Qian behaved like a general.
"Well, what does the Northeast look like in the eyes of our little kid Xiao Qian? Come on, let me tell you."
Taking the microphone from Wei Wenxiang's hand, Xiao Qian felt a little dazed.
Not nervous, but hesitant, what should I sing?
"People from the Northeast are all living a**"?
The song was good and interesting, and he later appeared on the Spring Festival Gala stage. But this was the first stage where he became famous, and he didn't want to be labeled a comedian.
"Mudanjiang"?
It's beautiful, but it's too soft.
Because the author of this song is from Wanwan, he doesn’t understand the Northeast at all. His works are always full of Jiangnan elegance, but this is not the Northeast.
After thinking about it, Xiao Qian finally made up his mind.
Facing the expectant looks of Wei Wenxiang and Xu Yunchun, he cleared his singing voice, and it burst as soon as he opened it.
Towering Changbai Mountain
Songhua River water
Thousands of years of black soil
Facing the north wind
summer willow green
winter snowflakes flying
Hospitable Northeastern people
Have a drink buddy
Northeastern people have the real beauty of the Northeast
A person goes through the world alone
never regret
Northeastern people have the unique beauty of the Northeast
Dare to face all difficulties
Never step back...
This song was not famous in its previous life, and not many people knew it. But in Xiao Qian's opinion, this is the song that best represents the Northeastern style.
The high-pitched suona and exciting drum beats are just like the boldness and cheerfulness of Northeastern people, who dare to love and hate, but hate directly and love simply.
Sure enough, as soon as the song came out, many spectators from the Northeast cheered.
Although his voice is still very immature, the domineering power of Northeastern men and women in his singing is still empathetic.
A few words attracted applause from the whole room.
The applause was louder than the previous stars who performed on stage.
Wei Wenxiang smacked his lips, but he didn't expect Xiao Qian to open his mouth.
But he wasn't too surprised.
He felt that since this link was set, it was normal for Xiao Qian to prepare in advance. However, he did not know that Xiao Qian did not know the content of the question at all.
I thought it was just a simple interaction, but I didn't expect that Yang Yuan actually dug a hole.
Yang Yuan, who was hiding behind the camera, smiled broadly.
This little guy, of course, resisted me when I asked him to help me with the stage planning, and even ran away when I was in a hurry.
Now it seems that there is indeed something in my stomach.
Thinking of this, he kept making gestures, asking Wei Wenxiang and Xu Chunyue to take advantage of the victory to pursue them.
This time it was Xu Chunyue who took action.
"Wow, that's great. He is indeed a genius music prodigy, and he has such a good song right from the beginning. So next, how will little Xiao Qian express his feelings for Magic City?"
Having done everything, Xiao Qian is not a character who shrinks from battle.
He knows very well that in the entertainment and culture industry, you must become famous as early as possible.
He is too young now, and many people don't take him seriously.
Not to mention anything else, just the three songs "For Whom", "Tomorrow Will Be Better" and "Speak From My Heart" are such amazing classics.
If others get a song of this level, instead of saying thank you, at least they will express their gratitude properly.
But just because he was a child, Wen Mu, Wen Yi, Zhang Jian and others never raised the issue of production fees with him.
It seems that all you need to do is give him a few lollipops, and there is no point in asking a child for money.
But if Xiao Qian makes a name for himself and establishes his status as soon as possible, it will be much easier to talk about these things in the future.
In full view of everyone, he raised the microphone. First he smiled mischievously, and his crystal eyes were as bright as stars, instantly winning the hearts of countless people.
But his singing voice is not sweet at all, it is full of domineering power as soon as he opens his mouth.
wandering
Thousands of miles of raging rivers never stop
Spent all the things in the world
There is a surging trend...
As a world-famous city and the focus of modern Chinese history, the Magic City has countless touching stories.
There are countless songs that describe this city.
But in Xiao Qian's opinion, the song that best represents the image of Shanghai is the majestic "Shanghai Beach".
A high song, a hundred years of history.
Especially now, Magic City is at the forefront of reform and opening up. As a bridgehead leading the rapid development across the country, it can shoulder such an honor.
What's even better is that because of his age, his clear voice makes it more suitable to sing female songs.
As the song unfolds, the ever-changing Magic City is like the most beautiful picture scroll, unfolding in front of everyone's eyes in an instant, making countless people fascinated.
So much so that everyone was immersed in the singing and completely forgot about the passage of time.
When Xiao Qian finished singing, everyone suddenly sighed and felt a sense of loss. It seemed that they would never hear such a beautiful song again in the future, and that was why they were like this.
"Okay, okay... okay, okay..."
This time, even Wei Wenxiang, who has always been mature and steady, couldn't control his emotions and praised him non-stop.
At the end, feeling that he still had more to say, he asked again: "Kid Xiao Qian, look, we are in the great capital now, so have you thought of any songs?"
Xiao Qian sang two songs in a row and felt a little tired. She looked sideways at the excavator in front of her and said angrily: "Uncle, it's time."
Amidst the uproar in the whole hall, Wei Wenxiang's face turned red, and he felt helpless with shame.
He is an experienced host, but he didn't expect to be criticized by a child today.
But Xiao Qian was right, five minutes had passed and other programs could not be delayed.
So the two hosts immediately ran away and directed the subsequent program.
It was all over, Xiao Qian let out a long breath, thanked the people around him for their compliments, and sat down quickly.
The old man next to him had already poured water for him. While watching him drink, he said with a smile: "The little baby insists on getting it. You can sing well."
Xiao Qian drank the water happily and asked, "Does grandpa like it?"
The old man smiled.
"Me, I prefer military songs. That's what us men should listen to and sing. It's a pity that you don't know how to do it."
Won't I?
The show on the stage was still going on, so Xiao Qian lowered her voice and sang to the old man alone.
If the motherland is invaded
Hot-blooded men should strengthen themselves
Drink up this bowl of hometown wine
The strong man never comes back
The rolling Yellow River, the roaring Yangtze River
Give me life, give me strength
Let the blood dye the most beautiful flower red
Sprinkle on my chest
The excitement on the stage turned into the hazyness in the old man's eyes, making his strokes on Xiao Qian's head become more gentle.
"Good boy, good boy, so...so good!"
Xiao Qian looked up at the old man with gray hair and no longer straight back. Although he was asking a question, he said firmly: "Grandpa, I want this song to be heard by more people, is that okay?"
