The three queen-level girls were chattering around Zheng Qian, their faces full of reverence and intimacy, which made many people look envious in their eyes.
It’s just that it’s not Zheng Qian that everyone envies, it’s S.V.E that they envy!
The one near the water and the tower gets the moon first!
One song "Chinese" can get three people to attend the Spring Festival Gala. If Zheng Qian plays another song for them, wouldn't it mean that they will go to heaven?
Fanghua, who was pushed aside, bit her lip at this moment and stared at Zheng Qian, looking very energetic.
Her real name is Wang Fang, and her stage name is Fanghua. She was born as a model. Because of her graceful figure and pure face, she was known as Taiwan's number one model. After gaining great fame, she entered the film industry and made several popular movies. She became an instant celebrity.
A new generation actor who has attracted much attention from both sides of the Taiwan Strait and three places.
But she still has a dream, which is also the last treasure she has set her sights on in this industry.
That is to say, enter the music scene and become a singer.
And Zheng Qian is her key to unlocking this treasure.
Of course, Fanghua had such an idea. She knew how many artists there were in the country, and she was self-aware, so she didn't rush forward and disturb her too much, thinking to wait until the rehearsal was over before asking for her contact information.
After all, her appearance and figure are top-notch, and she is also a real socialite in Taiwan. As the saying goes, if there are no twos and threes, how can you dare to go to Liangshan? If she has such confidence, it is even possible...
At this time, Zheng Qian glanced over subconsciously, and looked at Fanghua. The latter immediately bit her moist thin lips, and a hint of shyness flashed across her face.
Zheng Qian was stunned for a moment, but didn't think much about it. After smiling with everyone and handing it over, he went to the studio to find director Wang Weihong.
Wang Weihong was personally directing the rehearsal at the scene. When he saw Zheng Qian?, he smiled and said, "How are the preparations going?"
"Not bad!" Zheng Qian nodded and said, "Are you going to play the piano and sing a song? But director, I actually want to invite a violinist to play."
Wang Weihong pondered: "The Spring Festival Gala is for the national audience? Although we encourage real singing and playing, everything should be based on the performance effect? If there are mistakes in the performance..."
"Don't worry? I have a lot of stage experience." Zheng Qian said with a smile.
Wang Weihong asked: "Where is the violinist?"
Zheng Qian said: "He is an artist in my company. His name is Ke Lan. He is a fresh graduate of the Beijing Conservatory of Music. Although he is young, his ability is very good. He often represents the school in various competitions."
Wang Weihong nodded and said: "As long as you are sure."
Zheng Qian quickly thanked him, then turned around and called Ke Lan. After hearing the content of the call, the latter looked confused. He was going to the Spring Festival Gala?
too suddenly!
"Accompany me." Zheng Qian said, "Didn't you have a minor in violin?"
Ke Lan is a cellist, but he is also good at violin, guitar and other musical instruments. When he heard this, he immediately said excitedly: "Yes, I can play the violin very well. Brother Qian, I'll be there soon. You wait for me? I'll go back."
Go home and get the violin."
Zheng Qian immediately stopped him and said, "Next time? I'll give you the music score later. Once you've practiced it, we can rehearse together."
When Ke Lan heard this, although he was a little reluctant, he immediately agreed: "Okay, Brother Qian, I will listen to you. Also, thank you Brother Qian for taking care of me. I never dreamed that I would be able to attend the Spring Festival Gala one day! I will definitely call on you
My parents, teachers, and classmates support you and love you!"
Zheng Qian smiled and hung up the phone and breathed a sigh of relief.
Then he began to sit in the guest seats in the studio and wait. There were many people who came to the rehearsal today, and most of them were resting and waiting backstage. Zheng Qian didn't want to go out. It was not a good thing to attract too much attention. He planned to stay in the studio.
Waiting for the mall.
Wang Weihong knew that Zheng Qian was busy with work and tight on time, so it didn't take long for someone to put the piano on the stage and let Zheng Qian start rehearsing.
Zheng Qian was extremely moved.
It feels so good to go through the back door!
He immediately walked towards the stage, and soon, the staff in the audience began to greet Zheng Qian one after another.
"Hello, Teacher Zheng!"
This was not the first time that Zheng Qian was called teacher, and he was still used to it. He smiled and nodded to the staff, then sat in front of the piano, tried the piano tunes in full view of everyone, and then spoke into the microphone on the piano stand.
: "Director Wei Hong, can I start?"
"Let's start!" Wang Weihong replied.
In this informal rehearsal, in addition to listening to the content of the song, there are also professional stage teachers waiting in the audience. They will arrange different stage performances according to the content of the song.
The song "Where Has the Time Gone", based on the lyrics alone, seems plain and simple, but if you think about it carefully, you will find that it contains very delicate emotions. If it is sung well, it can easily arouse the resonance of the audience.
After the performance of this song in the previous life during the Spring Festival Gala, it was not only praised by the chairman and moved thousands of households, but also brought tears to the eyes of the criminal suspect Zhou Mouzhuo who had been absconding for more than 3 years and voluntarily surrendered to the police station.
At first Zheng Qian thought it was too exaggerated, but when he outlined the notes and lyrics of the entire song stroke by stroke, word by word, he suddenly felt the vigorous vitality of the song.
Often the simplest ones are the most touching.
At this moment, all the staff are looking forward to Zheng Qian's singing.
Zheng Qian worked up his emotions for a while and then played the first note.
A soothing and gentle melody rings in people's ears.
Wang Weihong sat in front of the monitor in the audience, put on the monitoring headphones, and listened carefully.
She likes the lyrics of this song very much. It is a deep call for family affection. Just reading a few lines makes her feel her heart and lungs. The words express the love of her parents so shockingly that it is enough to see that
Zheng Qian's sincerity and sincerity when writing this song, as well as his feelings about love and life.
From this point alone, Wang Weihong admires Zheng Qian very much. No wonder Wang Chuanjun likes him so much. With such talent, he is definitely a leader among the current youth group.
Soon, the sound of the piano was completed, and Zheng Qian's singing floated in people's ears.
"The old tree in front of the door sprouts new buds
The dead trees in the yard are blooming again
Half-survival, a lot of words
Hidden within a head of white hair——"
Zheng Qian is actually not suitable for singing such low-pitched songs. His strength lies in the middle and high notes. For example, the song "Serving the Country with Loyalty" sung by the Guangdong Provincial Airborne Forces two days ago not only made his comrades excited, but also Zheng Qian.
Qian's own singing was also quite enjoyable, and he fully performed to the level he should have.
As for the song "Where Has the Time Gone", what is tested is emotional investment, and the performance of the song must be very contagious.
Although Zheng Qian's high notes are almost invincible, at this point, there is still a slight gap between him and a true palace-level singer.
Even so, with Zheng Qian's current skills, it is more than enough to sing the song "Where Has the Time Gone?"
Coupled with the deepening of various auras, it is probably no surprise that this song has become popular all over the country through the Spring Festival Gala.
"where did all the time go
Not enjoyed young age good enough before turning old
Give birth to children and raise them for a lifetime
My mind is full of children crying and laughing——"
When the chorus sounded, everyone was filled with emotion, whispering to each other and communicating in low voices.
"The melody of this song sounds simple, and the lyrics are also very simple, but when combined together, it is a tearjerker!"
"Yeah, a sentence came to mind for no reason. If parents are alive, there is still a way to go in life. If parents are gone, there is only a way back in life. It fits the theme of this song."
"Zheng Qian's creative ability is really strong. I heard that four songs in this Spring Festival Gala were composed by Zheng Qian, accounting for half of the songs on the Spring Festival Gala stage."
"The same was true at the National Day party. When Zheng Qian sang "I Love You China", he fell to his knees in deep love!"
"Yes, yes, that kneeling scene was so powerful that I burst into tears!"
"Zheng Qian seems to like to compose this kind of emotional songs, but I still like his high-pitched songs, "Opera 2" and "Dance of the Goddess", which are very exciting to listen to!"
There was a lot of discussion in the audience.
Wang Weihong naturally noticed this scene, but did not scold him. This was an informal rehearsal, and the main purpose was to test the performers' live performance skills.
Zheng Qian's song "Where Has the Time Gone" clearly exceeded her tone.
Zheng Qian uses his unique voice to interpret simple and touching songs. There are no fancy techniques in the singing, but the emotional transmission moves the listener.
Especially since Wang Weihong was wearing monitoring headphones, Zheng Qian's singing came to the bottom of his heart very clearly at this moment, making Wang Weihong's eyes slightly red as he listened.
Alas, as I get older, I am always so pretentious.
"where did all the time go
Your eyes are blurry before I even take a good look at them
Firewood, rice, oil and salt, half a life
In the blink of an eye, all that's left is the wrinkles on his face
…”
Zheng Qian's singing aroused cheers from the whole hall at this moment. The applause continued, and instantly attracted the attention of many people outside the stage. Many people couldn't help but walked into the studio, stood silently in the corner, and raised their heads.
Looking in the direction of the stage, quietly enjoying it.
Zheng Qian was not disturbed. He played the piano seriously and performed the whole song to the end.
When he turned around, he saw that many people in the audience began to applaud and wipe away tears, as if they had entered the scene woven by Zheng Qian and could not extricate themselves.
When the song ended, Zheng Qian also stood up, took a deep breath, and then joined everyone in applauding himself with a smile.
In fact, when he sang, he didn't have too many thoughts in his mind. He just wanted to concentrate on performing the song well and do it with a clear conscience. As for why some people cry when listening to the song, Zheng Qian is not surprised.
He often has similar experiences.
Sometimes, a lyric or a melody can deeply touch people's hearts.
In the audience, Wang Weihong took off his headphones, stood up with a smile, and applauded with everyone.
After a long time, the applause gradually subsided, and Wang Weihong said: "The song is very good. It is very suitable for the whole family to sit around in front of the TV on the Spring Festival Gala to watch. Zheng Qian, if you have any ideas about the dance, can you put it forward now?
I’ll ask someone to remember it.”
Zheng Qian nodded and said: "Let's play some old photos on the big screen. Find them based on the lyrics. I'll trouble the stage teacher."
The stage teacher shouted: "I made a note of it, and we'll see the effect when we have the official rehearsal."
Zheng Qian readily agreed.
At this time, in the audience, the supermodel Fanghua, who had been here for a long time, suddenly shouted: "Let's do it again!"
Many people nearby laughed.
Everyone watching the excitement did not think it was a big deal, and they all shouted for Zheng Qian to do it again.
After all, the song "Where Has the Time Gone" is so expressive that many audience members who came in during the second half were surprised to see the staff wiping tears secretly as soon as they came in.
Everyone began to prick up their ears and listen carefully, but in the end they didn't even register their emotions, and the whole song ended.
Fanghua feels unsatisfied.
So does everyone else.
Zheng Qian felt helpless when he saw this.
He had no intention of rehearsing again. This song was not a difficult song. Zheng Qian even felt that there was no need to attend the formal rehearsal. If Ke Lan had not joined, Zheng Qian felt that he would be able to perform on stage right now.
And he doesn't have the habit of rehearsing again.
However, the scene was so emotional that it was difficult to give up. After asking Wang Weihong to make sure that it would not hinder the rehearsal time of the newcomers, Zheng Qian sat back on the piano bench. Under the eager eyes of everyone, his slender index finger began to dance on the keys.
The piano sounded and the singing came.
People are instantly intoxicated by this beauty and cannot extricate themselves.
…
After the rehearsal, he said goodbye to the directing team, and Zheng Qian walked out of the studio and prepared to leave the CCTV building.
But soon, he discovered that someone was following him.
Moreover, his movements were not concealed at all, as if he just wanted Zheng Qian to know that there was someone behind him.
Zheng Qian subconsciously glanced back and saw Fanghua's beautiful face with a smile. Zheng Qian paused and suddenly quickened his pace.
"Hey, Zheng Qian, Zheng Qian!"
Fanghua's smile froze and she quickly called out Zheng Qian's name, wanting to retain Zheng Qian and exchange contact information.
But who knew that Zheng Qian suddenly quickened his pace and disappeared from CCTV in the blink of an eye.
When she walked to the parking lot with high heels, she saw a nanny car driving out quickly and passed her quickly.
ruthless!
Fanghua's face turned red and white, and finally she stamped her feet angrily.
You don’t even know how to cherish the beautiful women who come to your door!
Pig!
Pig pig pig pig!
After returning to the company, Zheng Qian handed over the lyrics and music score of "Where Has the Time Gone" to Ke Lan.
The latter bowed ninety degrees to Zheng Qian: "Brother Qian, thank you!"
Zheng Qian smiled and hit her on the head: "I'm one of you, so why should I thank you!"
Ke Lan raised his head, with a trace of nervousness and excitement on his beautiful face. His tall figure began to serve Zheng Qian's parents, serving tea and water, and was busy. Finally, Mao Miaorui couldn't help complaining: "This Ke Lan,
What's going on? She has done everything for me, what should I do?"
Zheng Qian laughed.
At this time, Ren Xin came over and took out an envelope and handed it to Zheng Qian: "Your mail was transferred from the old apartment you lived in before."
Zheng Qian took it and looked at it. He saw the words "Science Fiction World" magazine written on the envelope. He immediately slapped his thigh. Oops, he almost forgot about this.
He quickly opened the envelope, browsed it briefly, and was suddenly pleasantly surprised, "Are you shortlisted?"
"What's shortlisted?" Ren Xin looked over curiously.
Zheng Qian said with a smile: "I wrote a novel in my free time earlier, and it was chosen by the essay competition held by Science Fiction World magazine. I was shortlisted for the Galaxy Award, and I was asked to go to Rongcheng to attend the award ceremony on November 22."
Others reacted mediocrely.
When Zheng Qian saw this, he didn't say anything else.
People who don't care about literature, especially science fiction literature, probably don't understand the importance of the Galaxy Award.
Works that can win the Galaxy Award represent the highest level of science fiction literary creation in mainland China.
It is the highest honor for every science fiction author!
He read the letter carefully and found that Zhang Hanting, the editor-in-chief of "Science Fiction World", had called many times and went to the old address in person to check. However, he could not contact Zheng Qian because Zheng Qian not only changed his residence, but also because his mobile phone number was leaked.
I changed my number, and the email I used earlier has not been opened for several months because I was busy with work.
After the Galaxy Award shortlist was announced, "Science Fiction World" has not contacted Zheng Qian.
Zhang Hanting was so anxious that he felt he had missed the whole world.
Later, as Zheng Qian became more and more famous, Zhang Hanting often saw Zheng Qian's posters and photos, so he gradually came back to his senses.
So the invitation envelope was transferred to Yuexiang Media.