You made me a superstar

Chapter 374 The Palace
More and more people came one after another from the auditorium.

The [Zhang Xia's Artistic Achievement Concert] received terrific attention. The pre-sale tickets were snatched up within 30 seconds of being posted online.

Some people are pleasantly surprised.

Some people are very lost.

Miao Miao and Lin Xiaoxiao, the vice presidents of "Yangcun", were planning to take a large number of Yangcun's family members to the concert, but when they first boarded the ticketing website excitedly, they saw that it was empty. After the ticket warehouse, they were all dumbfounded.

They didn't get a ticket, not a single ticket.

Later, they asked other people in Yangcun, and found that except for a very small number of other people in Yangcun who got tickets, the other box offices seemed to be booked in advance...

The box office released online is very limited, only a few hundred.

"Who is our president...how is it so powerful that we can get such internal tickets? And it's near the guest seats, so I can see Zhou Yang!"

"I don't know, I really don't know... I also just received this unsigned envelope this morning..."

"Maybe an internal employee?"

"Well, maybe!"

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 Artistic Achievement Concert] itself is not capital but some official personnel.

The two discussed for a long time, but did not discuss any results, and finally chose to give up.

When Lin Xiaoxiao picked up her notebook and saw all kinds of hot searches on the Internet, her originally very happy mood froze for a moment, and then she gritted her teeth: "I saw some netizens slandering Zhou Yang again!"

"Don't look, these people are people who can't eat grapes and say grapes are sour..."

"No, I must do it with 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 to become less like yourself.

But in the end...

Still under Tang Xiao's reminder, Zhou Yang came to the front row nervously, followed the couple, and An Xiao's grandparents to say hello.

After saying hello, he showed a sincere smile on his surface, just like a junior...

But some bad words appeared in my mind.

For example, clinging to the powerful, such as sycophants, and such as shamelessly sticking to it to gain a sense of existence.

Especially the cameras sweeping over from time to time made Zhou Yang extremely uneasy.

He is not such a person.

Greetings are just out of courtesy and respect for elders.

That's what he reminded himself.

But the complex feeling in my heart has been intertwined.

But fortunately, An Jianwu is still very happy. Although Grandma An Xiao looks a little cold like An Xiao, she still nods to herself, showing a smile towards the younger generation.

An Xiao's elder brother, An Zhibin, also nodded to him. Although he still maintained his unsmiling military style, it seemed that he was not as alienated as before.

Under Tang Xiao's instigation, Zhou Yang greeted a round of greetings, uncles, aunts, grandparents shouted very sweetly...

When Zhou Yang was about to return to his seat when the barking was almost finished, he did not 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 with Zhou Yang. The Yang family chatted for a long time.

Looking at the middle-aged woman, Zhou Yang felt that the outline seemed somewhat similar to An Xiao's.

He realized that these two should be An Xiao's parents, and judging by their identities, they seemed to be quite different.

It's right to think about it. For a person from a family like Mr. An, who would have a simple identity?
When facing long and short chats at home, Zhou Yang carefully answered all the questions he answered...

He feels that he is very ordinary, but for some reason, he seems to please An Xiao's parents. An Xiao's mother seems to have narrowed her eyes with a smile, and the more she looks at him, the happier she is. She even held his hand and said a lot "It's over, it's all right!" "It's not easy!" "This child, poor!"

This occasion made Zhou Yang extremely 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 for a time he became breathless under the pair of eyes.

After finally getting through until there was nothing to talk about, Zhou Yang was about to leave and return to his seat.

Off the stage, applause rang out.

The stage dimmed for a moment and then lit up again.

Under the lights, the hosts Zhang Zimeng and Li Guohui smiled and walked onto the stage.

"Xiao Zhou, you just sit here, this is not another place, there is no need to rank seniority..."

The woman laughed after seeing Zhou Yang's appearance.

His eyes were filled with appreciation and another trace of abnormal emotion.

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"For a hundred years in China, vicissitudes have changed..."

"In the chaotic era, groups of lovely and respectable people emerged..."

"Art comes from the folk, from the people..."

"..."

Under the lights, Li Guohui's voice is thick and simple, as if he has traveled through time, pulling all the audience to another time and space.

As Li Guohui's voice fell, the background screen on the side of the stage lit up.

On the edge of the screen, clips of documentaries and movies flashed. The movies include "Shangganling", "Luding Bridge", "September [-]"...

The black-and-white movie clips brought the audience's memory back to the scene of sitting in the open square and watching a movie decades ago.

The light gradually becomes milder...

The screen gradually dimmed, and those movie clips gradually became a person.

"Women Can Hold Up Half the Sky", "Great Unity", "A Good Place in Northern Shaanxi"...

The photos of the artists who sang these popular songs slowly flashed on the screen...

Seeing the appearance of these old artists 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 interweave.

Without knowing it, decades passed by in such a hurry.

The former teenagers and girls have already become middle-aged...

The former youth has also become a figure of grandparents.

Some are still alive, while some are long gone.

The screen goes dark...

The stage lights came back on.

Not far away, a prelude was slowly opened. In the prelude, the conductor Qiao Yu turned his back to the audience and gently waved down the baton.

With the swing down...

A loud suona sounded.

On the stage, Tong Yuan raised his head and played the suona, feeling the fullness and loudness of the suona.

She immersed herself in it and performed the prelude to "My Motherland" in her best condition.

The audience was sitting upright, looking at the stage. The sudden sound of the suona gave them goosebumps. They felt that the atmosphere today was particularly high-pitched.

After the suona...

The solemn and sacred chorus sound came out slowly in the erhu sound, full of grace, and then the erhu changed from an ensemble to a solo.

Chairman Zhang Zunlian closed his eyes and immersed himself in the wonderful melody. The erhu seemed like an old friend, constantly telling old stories with its unique voice.

"My God!"

"I feel like my scalp is numb!"

"It sounds good, what kind of fairy music is this!"

"Simply, this melody makes my skin crawl!"

"This is Chairman Zhang Zunlian, my God, is Chairman Zhang Zunlian acting as the background board? It's too awesome!"

"Fuck!"

"Zhang Zunlian, musician, educator, current professor of Huaxia Conservatory of Music, master tutor, director of the Chinese Music Department..."

"Lu Lu, born in 1972, is a leader of Chinese harpies and was once hailed as a national treasure-level konghou performer!"

"Guzheng master Wang Zhongjing, educator, musician, famous overseas, has been invited to perform in France many times..."

"..."

The audience at the scene was quiet.

However, the live broadcast on the Internet was full of bursts of admiration.

On the Soku video website...

The audience looked at the screen on the computer screen, and in the comment area below, some students from the conservatory of music began to popularize the voices of these famous musical instruments with netizens.

Numerous emotions of admiration, surprise, and astonishment floated in the hearts of netizens.

After watching a group of contemporary living gods participate in the prelude to the song "My Motherland", everyone began to feel the shocking power of the palace!

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!"

"According to the accurate inside information I got!"

"Teacher Zhou Yang once participated in the rehearsal of these musicians... and chatted with these musicians happily, and even formulated the playing rules of "My Motherland" with them..."

"The scores of each musical instrument, and even the seats of each teacher, are arranged after discussing with Teacher Zhou Yang..."

"..."

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The music sounded like a tide.

Solemn and solemn.

It's totally different from 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 the performances of these music masters...

This was something that would have been unimaginable a few years ago.

listening to music...

He closed his eyes.

Feeling that he was tired and restless, he got a little comfort, and he began to become extremely calm.

He enjoys the atmosphere brought by these wonderful music.

"It's so well lined up!"

Zhou Yang heard the woman next to him looking at the stage in admiration, and the circles of his eyes began to turn red.

The middle-aged man next to her patted her on the shoulder.

She nodded, then looked at Zhou Yang.

"Xiao Zhou, you are really outstanding. In front of these masters, you can still help put together such a perfect performance..."

Zhou Yang heard admiration.

He opened his eyes and looked at the woman's 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...hehe."

The woman laughed and joked, and the heterogeneous emotion in her eyes seemed to be getting higher and higher.

For a while, Zhou Yang didn't know how to respond, let alone what the woman wanted to say and what it meant...

He just felt panicked.

It seems that everything in the whole body is in a state of nowhere to be placed...

(End of this chapter)