Fame starts with the radio

Chapter 197
Miao Xinglin's house...

"Godfather, the Spring Festival Gala is about to start, why hasn't he contacted us yet?"

Chen Na pouted, Miao Xinglin frowned slightly, his eyes fixed on the screen, and then he hummed.

"Don't worry, I want to see what Xing Lichun will fill in the 5 minutes left in "Ode to Spring"!"

……

The countdown to the Spring Festival Gala is 3 minutes away!

"Lichun, don't hesitate, if you procrastinate, you will only die! Such a major accident in the Spring Festival Gala, you will never be able to survive in the entertainment industry for the rest of your life! Hurry up and make up your mind!!!"

Host No. 3 and Xing Lichun finally have some personal relationship, and they are making the final persuasion.

"Now as long as Ling Yun is on stage, whether it's good or bad, it has nothing to do with you, and you don't have to take responsibility, and our host is also easy to do, just change "Ode to the Spring Breeze" with his song title! In this way Good for everyone!"

Xing Lichun gritted his teeth and was still hesitating, but the wall clock on the wall would not give him any extra time, every second was like hitting his heart.

when!
In this hesitation, the clock struck! ! !
"Don't hesitate!!!"

Host No. 3 left a sentence bitterly, then turned around and was about to go on stage.

Just when he was about to enter the stage, Xing Lichun finally made a decision!

"Let him go!!!"

Host No. 3 made an OK gesture to him, and then stepped onto the stage.

Xing Lichun walked up to Ling Yun, patted him on the shoulder solemnly, and tried his best to squeeze out an ugly smile.

"Don't be nervous for a while, just sing according to the standard of the audition room, it's actually not a big deal..."

"Don't worry, I won't let you dig coal!"

Ling Yun said something lightly, then turned around, and was led to the entrance by the staff, ready to go on stage.

"Welcome Lingyun to sing..."Qinghai-Tibet Plateau"..."

After the host announced the curtain, Ling Yun stepped onto the stage accompanied by the sound of music.

Seeing the darkness under the stage, he took a deep breath, and thought of the love story between his father and mother back then.

Back then, his father was introverted. In order to pursue his mother, he finally made an affectionate confession to his mother on the stage of the town theater in front of hundreds of villagers and elders.

When he asked how his father could muster such courage, his father had only one sentence.

"You treat these people in the audience as watermelons in a watermelon field. Look at these round heads, they are all big watermelons. Then you won't be nervous."

The accompaniment sounded, and soon, Ling Yun's singing came as promised. He closed his eyes and imagined himself singing while standing in a watermelon field.

"Who brought the ancient call,"

"Who left behind a thousand years of hope."

"Could it be that there are still songs without words?"

"It's still the nostalgia that I can't forget for a long time..."

……

"Oh... I see mountains and mountains,"

"Mountains and rivers."

"Mountains and rivers are connected..."

……

The singing sounded around the beam, slowly filling the entire stage, and then seeping into the backstage through the airtight gap.

Xing Lichun, who had already given up hope, suddenly stood up, then woke up and looked around, found the lyrics left by Ling Yun on the table, and quickly read them.

In just half a minute, he had already read ten lines at a glance, and he was so excited that he almost had a cerebral hemorrhage.

"Good! Good!"

He laughed out loud, and read the lyrics again, talking to himself endlessly while reading.

"The lyrics and music are like heaven, and like a clear spring that refreshes the heart, like a diamond, it makes people's eyes bright, refreshing, and refreshing. This song has changed my view of popular songs. It turns out that popular songs can also be so majestic. The song is basically an octave, but the song "Qinghai-Tibet Plateau" has a great span, which is Ling Yun's strength, it seems...he is really a genius."

Thinking of this, Xing Lichun smiled wryly and shook his head and spoke softly.

"No... he is more like a lunatic than a genius! A lunatic who is crazy about singing, I feel... After this Spring Festival Gala, Ling Yun's "Qinghai-Tibet Plateau" will become the most popular song."

……

on the stage……

"Who is looking at the blue sky day and night?"

"Who yearns for eternal dreams."

"Could it be that there are still songs of praise?"

"It's still the solemnity that seems to be unchangeable..."

……

Ling Yun's singing voice was transmitted to the screen through the microphone, and through the screen, it was transmitted to thousands of households at this moment.

In Gaomiaogou Village, Linshui Town, Heishui County, Xianyang City, Qinxi Province, Wanjia is brightly lit at the moment. As early as a month ago, Ling Yun told his father that he was going to the Spring Festival Gala.

After his father pretended to be inadvertent and spread the news, the whole village was blown up.

The villagers with relatively good relations gathered together at the moment, watching the Spring Festival Gala while drinking.

"Look, it's Ling Yun! It's really Ling Yun! Thinking that this kid is really going to the Spring Festival Gala!"

"This is the first one in our village to be on the stage of the Spring Festival Gala! It's just adding to the glory of our ancestors!"

"It's not just Murakami, the whole city is the first to attend the Spring Festival Gala!"

"The ancestral grave of the Ling family is full of smoke. This child Ling Yun is simply too good. He was the first in school every year. Now he has only graduated a few years ago, and he can even go to the Spring Festival Gala. Look, this child has a bright future. !!!”

……

At the same time, Fatty and Zhang Bin were sitting in the first row, and he was holding his mobile phone to cover his mouth and whispering on the phone with his father, Chen Jianchun.

"Dad, did you watch the Spring Festival Gala? Ling Yun is singing!"

"Hehe, I see, we saw you! Son, you are doing our old Chen family a disgrace. Even if you are not the first to sing on stage, then we are also the first in the county to watch the Spring Festival Gala live. ..."

Chen Jianguo babbled on for a long time, making the fat man a little moved, but as soon as the moving thoughts came to his mind, he heard his father speak righteously on the phone.

"Son, if you are going to the Spring Festival Gala this year, you probably won't come back? Cough... Dad said, it's better not to come back if you can, and have fun outside. Everything is fine at home. If the money is not enough, I will transfer it to you." point."

"Why? I miss you and grandpa a lot."

"Your grandfather said, a man should put the overall situation first and be his home around the world! He asked you to practice more outside... Cough, well, just hang out in Shangjing for a few more days if you have nothing to do, and hang up."

……

At the moment, Miao Xinglin is also paying attention to the Spring Festival Gala.

Chen Na was sitting on the sofa in her nightgown, but when she saw Ling Yun appearing on stage, she jumped up from the sofa with a bang, just like seeing her husband Cha Gang.

She listened to Ling Yun's singing with an ugly face.

As the saying goes, the person who cares about you the most and understands you the most will always be your enemy, especially if this enemy is so professional.

As soon as Chen Na heard the melody, she immediately knew that something might happen again this time. The situation she worked so hard for was messed up by Ling Yun again...

(End of this chapter)