My documentary really doesn't want high ratings

"No matter what the performance is, if Xiang Yang's words are released, he is destined to lose face today."

"It depends on whether he can accept losing his dignity in front of everyone."

"How can a director who is not a singer star be able to stand being pushed in front of everyone all of a sudden."

"Hahahaha, let's just watch the show."

.......

Zhang Xiangyang on the stage saw Xu Wen not moving for a while and added.

"It seems that there was no applause at the scene, so my brother is a little shy, let us welcome Xu Wen with applause!"

After Zhang Xiangyang finished speaking, the scene burst into applause.

"clap clap"

"clap clap"

.....

Hu Xiaoqing looked at Xu Wen and said.

"I'll go up with you."

Xu Wen shook his head and stood up.

"No need, someone forced me to pretend, so I'll just pretend once."

"Ah? What are you doing?"

Hu Xiaoqing was taken aback.

Xu Wen smiled.

"After filming this documentary for a long time, I also thought about whether to sing or not."

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Hu Xiaoqing stared at Xu Wen with wide eyes, as if meeting Xu Wen for the first time.

Just as Hu Xiaoqing was stunned, Xu Wen stood up.

When they came to the stage, the applause suddenly became more enthusiastic.

Xu Wen looked at Zhang Xiangyang's mouth slightly raised.

There was provocation in Zhang Xiangyang's eyes.

"Good brother, you have to perform well."

"I will."

Xu Wen said lightly.

Zhang Xiangyang wanted to find a trace of panic on Xu Wen's face, but it was not as he expected.

"Then let's wait and see."

Saying that, Diameter walked off the stage, leaving Xu Wen standing on the stage alone.

Seeing dozens of pairs of eyes staring at him, Xu Wen couldn't help but sigh.

A director is forced to perform a show, and entertainment has become so involved.

Looking around, Xu Wen walked up to a staff member who had finished performing and said.

"Can I borrow your guitar?"

"Oh oh ok."

The staff nodded and lent the guitar to Xu Wen.

Xu Wen came to the stage with a guitar.

For a while, it aroused discussions among many people at the scene.

"Is he going to sing?"

"Pfft, everyone is here for dinner, who is in the mood to listen to him sing?"

"That's right, hey hey hey, why are you grabbing my drumstick?"

......

Zhang Xiangyang returned to his seat and saw Xu Wen walking onto the stage with a guitar.

Can't help but smile.

"He wants to sing? Hahahaha, isn't he making documentaries?"

"Maybe he can sing a little bit, but if he really sings well, how can he be a director? It might be embarrassing to sing."

Hu's mother on the side couldn't help but make up for it.

At this time Xu Wen came to the stage with a guitar, adjusted his posture and said something.

"I prepared in a hurry, and I couldn't come up with any good songs for a while. I just saw this video clip today, and I felt something for a while, so I created a song temporarily and gave it to my grandma. Condolences to grandma's hard work."

Hearing this sentence, there was a lot of discussion on the scene.

"Temporary creation? Is it a current compilation?"

"Tsk tsk tsk isn't he a director? How can he still write songs?"

"I'm afraid you don't know. Now this society needs both civil and military skills. Everyone is introverted."

......

Hu Xiaoqing under the seat frowned slightly, a little worried.

Looking at Zhang Xiangyang on the other side, it happened that Zhang Xiangyang was also looking at her at this time.

He showed a very helpless expression, but there was a look of watching a play in his eyes.

Hu Xiaoqing snorted coldly and turned her head to the other side.

Xu Wen on the stage took a deep breath.

Since it's pretending to be a one-off, let's pretend to be big.

As he spoke, he plucked a guitar, and the melodious guitar sound slowly echoed in the banquet hall, and then the amplification of the microphone formed an echo.

Xu Wen sang with his mouth close to the microphone.

"The old tree in front of the gate grows new buds, and the dead tree in the yard blooms~"

"Half-survived a lot of words, hidden in a full head of white hair~"

......

A slightly hoarse voice sang from Xu Wen's mouth.

Although the timbre is not amazing, the hoarse and thick voice is also in line with the artistic conception of this song, and it has a special flavor when listening to it.

Slowly, many people put down their chopsticks and began to look at the stage.

Hu Xiaoqing looked up at Xu Wen suddenly, her eyes were dull.

"The little feet in my memory, the chubby little mouth~"

"Give love to her all my life, just for the sake of parents~"

......

Grandma slowly stopped moving her chopsticks, and couldn't help turning her head to look at Xu Wen on the stage.

Zhang Xiangyang's eyes looked like he saw a ghost.

As if petrified.

The chatter and laughter on the scene gradually became quieter, and many people began to listen to Xu Wen's singing attentively.

The staff who controlled the LED screen behind him were stunned.

A slip of the hand released the short video that Zhang Xiangyang just finished broadcasting.

With the video clip and Xu Wen's vicissitudes of voice.

This song is full of meaning.

"Where has the time gone, you will be old before you feel young~"

"Having children and raising daughters for a lifetime, my mind is full of children crying and laughing~"

"Where did the time go, I didn't take a good look at your eyes~"

"Half a lifetime of firewood, rice, oil and salt, only the wrinkles on the face are left in a blink of an eye~"

.....

Mama Hu stared at Xu Wen on the stage with a dumbfounded look, the surprise on her face seemed to be etched into her bones.

It's not just Hu's mother, Zhang Xiangyang also had the same expression shortly after Xu Wen spoke.

Many people were thinking about Xu Wen's song at this moment, and their hearts were full of shock.

When Xu Wen said he was going to sing at first, he didn't care.

Unexpectedly, Xu Wen's temporary opening was such a song.

The voice is mediocre, but it is very interesting to match the artistic conception and the environment at this time.

Many people began to savor it carefully.

Some even couldn't help but took out their mobile phones and started taking pictures and videos.

At the end of a libretto, Xu Wen's hands began to focus on the guitar rapidly.

"The little feet in my memory, the chubby little mouth~"

"Give love to him for the rest of my life, just for the sake of my parents~"

Grandma looked at Xu Wen with softer eyes.

Watching the video behind Xu Wen, I couldn't help but hear the matter of raising several children by myself.

Seeing that the children are all married now, I also feel inadequate and probably have been here for the rest of my life.

Perhaps many people return to the theory of family succession, but for the older generation, it is a kind of comfort to watch their children get married and start a family.

Not only the grandma, but even a few uncles were reminded of the past, and couldn't help raising their wine glasses.

Grandma off the stage was reminiscing, while Xu Wen on the stage was still singing.

"Where did the time go, I'm old before I feel young~"

"Having children and raising daughters for a lifetime, my mind is full of children crying and laughing~"

"Where did the time go, I didn't take a good look at your eyes~"

"Half a lifetime of firewood, rice, oil and salt, only the wrinkles on the face are left in a blink of an eye~"

......

Xu Wen's voice gradually weakened, and a song could be regarded as coming to an end.

But the whole place was so quiet, everyone was still reminiscing about the artistic conception created by Xu Wen just now.

Where's the time?

Time passed without knowing it.

I never felt that my parents were getting old.

When you see your parents have gray hair and move slowly, you will find that your parents are really old.

Time passed.

A song with a sad color moved many people at the scene.

Hu Xiaoqing's uncles were even more moved.

After listening to the song, they came to Hu Xiaoqing's grandmother one after another, squatting in front of her and talking about something.

With teary eyes, it was obvious that she was moved.

Even Hu Ma, who fell into Qianyan, crawled out of Qianyan for a short time, and her eyes became wet all of a sudden.