Song Ci chose to continue talking about "Journey to the West" in the program, but he actually had his own selfish motives.
After all, he had been preparing to collaborate with director Lu Song on the script for "The Kingdom of Women", but due to practical reasons, it would be impossible to film it in the foreseeable future.
So he wanted to bring more popularity to "Journey to the West" in the show.
At this moment, everyone listened carefully when they heard Song Ci's lecture. Only Li Siyu pursed her lips, not very happy.
Because this story actually belonged to her alone.
She held it on the sofa, crossed her legs, and looked at Song Ci calmly.
Song Hongdou knew in her heart what the situation of these people here was.
So her biggest motivation for participating in this show now is actually to carefully observe the interaction between Song Ci, Tang poetry, and Li Siyu.
Seeing Li Siyu pouting, Song Hongdou could only sneer in his heart.
"It is said that when the snail was patching up the sky, she had two stones left. One of them..."
Song Ci spoke slowly.
After the monkey was born, he worshiped Subhuti as his teacher.
The ancestor knocked three times on the top of his head, and only at midnight did he give him his real skills.
Here, the monkey learned many skills.
Here, he also got his name Sun Wukong.
Wang Yin murmured to himself: "Wukong... I seem to understand the meaning of these two words!"
Shen Xi waved her fist and said that when she was young, she often fantasized about such a dream.
After the monkey returned from his studies, he entered the underworld and crossed out his name in the book of life and death.
In the East China Sea Dragon Palace, he got the Ruyi Golden Cudgel that he liked very much, and he even named himself the Monkey King.
Song Hongdou listened silently.
To be honest, she wasn't really interested in this story.
But...she likes to watch Song Ci telling stories with such excitement.
Li Siyu also seemed very quiet today.
She had heard this section of Song Ci before, and now it was just like reviewing it.
There were countless memories flashing in her mind.
Tang Shi looked very interested.
Compared with the story of "Three Kingdoms" that Song Ci told him, Tang Shi obviously liked this "Journey to the West" more.
When it comes to the monkey becoming Bi Mawen, entering the peach garden, and stealing the elixir, the rhythm of the story suddenly picks up.
Everyone's interest gradually became stronger.
Shen Xi slapped her thigh and said with a smile: "A monkey is indeed a monkey. Is it true that he doesn't even look at such a beautiful fairy?"
When the Song Dynasty poem talks about the monkey being chased by hundreds of thousands of heavenly soldiers and generals, and finally fell into the trap of Erlang Shen and was caught in the sky, but the monkey was unable to be harmed by the thunderstorm bombardment with swords, axes, and even the elixir furnace of Taishang Laojun. .
Everyone's eyes were shining with intense light, and they were all sighing for the protagonist.
"The four Tang people, just the appearance of Sun Wukong, are already so awesome. Then I want to know how exciting the plot of the other three people's appearances will be!"
"It's a pity that time is a bit short tonight!"
"By the way, this Sun Wukong is so powerful, why would he follow him to the West to learn Buddhist scriptures peacefully? This character design, no, this monkey design, isn't something quite right?"
When the Song Dynasty poem mentioned that the monkey was finally suppressed at the foot of Wuzhi Mountain, everyone sighed.
At this time, the time has come to almost twelve o'clock.
Song Ci clapped his hands, smiled at the crowd and said, "Have you had enough? If there is a chance next time, let's continue talking. It's too late today, and we still have to rehearse tomorrow!"
Song Hongdou stood up. Her head was still a little dizzy. She waved her hands to everyone and went back to the room to rest.
Li Siyu stretched, yawned, and said to Song Ci: "Can we not tell the story of Journey to the West next time? I want to continue listening to the story of the Song Dynasty!"
Song Ci Doandandian: "Let's talk about it next time!"
Tang Shi rummaged through the refrigerator and took out some food, his cheeks bulging: "Old Song, I like to hear love stories! Next time I will make up a love story that is extremely bloody, I like to hear it!"
Song Ci glared at her and said, "You like earthy love stories, right?"
Tang Shi hummed twice.
After Song Ci finished washing and lying on the bed, he received a photo from Li Siyu.
This is not the first time she has sent this photo to Song Ci.
It was the note [Song Ci owes Li Siyu a song].
"Brother, tell me, how long have you had this IOU? I heard today that Sister Hongdou said that she wrote another song for her! Oh, I see her happy look, she really can't bear it I can’t help but want to kiss each other fiercely before I give up!”
Song Ci read this message, thought about it, and replied: "The song I wrote for her is for a fee. This is different from the IOU I wrote for you."
Li Siyu replied instantly: "Yeah! You mean, if you write a song for me, I don't have to pay you, right? Hehe!"
Song Ci said: "This IOU is necessary!"
Li Siyu said: "Then I understand, you should never honor this IOU! I want you to always owe me!"
Song lyrics: "..."
Li Siyu: "Stop talking, good night!"
Song lyrics: "Good night!"
At this time.
Tang Shi sent another message: "I heard Song Hongdou said that he wrote another song for her?"
Song Ci said: "How come you all know this?"
Tang Shi: "You? Who else besides me?"
Song Ci: "Who else can we record the show with?"
Tang Shi: "Okay, don't change the subject, tell me quickly if it's true!"
Song lyrics: "I sold her a song for 300,000 yuan!"
Tang Shi: "...I've received less. I suggest you start at 2 million per song, and sign a contract with her, that is, she can only sing, and all the profits belong to you. She is just your singing machine." !”
Song Ci: "Wow, what a cruel woman!"
Then Tang Shi came over with a sleeping expression and stopped talking.
The next day.
When Song Ci got up, Li Siyu and Tang Shi were already dancing in the living room.
The two of them were so tired that they were dripping with sweat.
"Old Song, we bought breakfast in the kitchen!" Tang Shi said.
Li Siyu is teaching Tang Shi a hip-hop dance. It can be seen that Tang Shi has a solid foundation and the dance movements are very handsome.
Half an hour later, everyone finished breakfast.
Li Weicai stood behind the camera and said: "Our arrangement today is very simple. During the day we rehearse songs, and in the evening we perform directly for local tourists. Because the time is not as abundant as the previous times, everyone must work hard today. !”
Shen Xi stood up and encouraged everyone: "Director Li, don't worry, we will definitely complete the performance successfully tonight!"
Song Hongdou slept and looked much better.
Li Siyu asked with concern: "Sister Hongdou, are you feeling okay?"
Song Hongdou said softly: "It's no big problem. It won't affect our performance tonight!"
Li Siyu said: "If you feel uncomfortable, I can sing a little more of the song we sang together."
Song Ci will still sing a new song tonight.
So he came to a small room alone, where music director Qiao Qinggong was already waiting.
When he saw Song Ci, a look of deep respect appeared on his face.
He stretched out his hand and said seriously: "Teacher Song Ci, I must shake your hand seriously today!"
Song Ci held the other party's hand in surprise: "What's going on? It's not the first day we met!"
Qiao Qinggong said seriously: "We must get to know each other again! If the previous song "Qingming Rain" made me feel that you are very spiritual in music, then this song "Fireworks Easily Cold" , I think you have really entered the palace! I saw on Weibo that someone said that you named the style represented by these two songs Hua Guofeng?"
Song Ci sat down and said seriously: "Yes!"
Qiao Qinggong's face showed ecstasy, and he gave Song Ci a thumbs-up: "This name is really great! In fact, in today's music world, there has been no new music style for many years, but now , your Chinese style appears!"
Qiao Qinggong's eyes were burning.
Song Ci said: "Brother, your expression doesn't need to be so exaggerated!"
Qiao Qinggong leaned forward slightly: "No, you kid doesn't understand. I think at this moment, even you yourself, don't realize what big thing you have come up with!"
Song Ci said: "I just think this style is very suitable for our domestic situation. There are indeed a lot of music abroad with good melodies and arrangements, but...their lyrics do have a lot of meaning."
Qiao Qinggong said: "Of course the melody of music comes first, but good lyrics will give people a very high level of enjoyment from the depths of their souls!"
Qiao Qinggong took a sip of water, looked at Song Ci, and said seriously word for word: "If my estimate is correct, I think this Chinese style will sweep the country!"
Song Ci seemed much more cautious and did not dare to speak so fully: "We dare not say this now. Let time prove everything!"
Qiao Qinggong laughed: "Hahaha! Okay, then you first hear whether the arrangement I made does not meet your requirements."
Soon, an accompaniment with a rich traditional Chinese classical music style started playing.
It's very different from the accompaniment in Song Ci's head, but it's still nice to listen to.
Everyone practiced seriously, and time passed quickly, and it was evening.
On a dojo about 800 meters away from Jialan Temple, the stage has been set up.
At this moment, the setting sun was setting, coating the room with a light golden color.
The lights on the stage have been turned on.
In the audience, many viewers have already sat down.
Everyone's faces were full of excitement and excitement.
"Is this really the "World" program crew recording a program?"
"It must be so. Don't you even read so many Reuters!?"
"Hahaha! Then we are so lucky this time!"
"I've been looking forward to it for a long time. I wonder if Song Ci will sing a new song this time!"
At this time, among the crowd, a person holding a selfie stick for live streaming walked in.
It was just before that I met the program crew in Shanhaiguan, and then relied on the live broadcast to devour the popular female anchor Pink Doudou.
She was keenly aware of the fact that following the program team would lead to traffic and meat. After learning that the "World" program team was recording the program at Jialan Temple, she rushed over as soon as possible.
She squeezed into a good position and said to everyone in the live broadcast room: "Brothers, let's see if I chose this position well, haha! Later, I will directly put all the celebrities into my lens in!"
At this moment, the number of people in the live broadcast room has already exceeded 100,000, and they are basically fans of the guests on the show.
"Ahhh! I love you, host! Let us watch the cloud live broadcast!!"
"I love it! This angle is absolutely amazing!"
"Anchor, can you stand on the stage and broadcast live!"
At this time, Tang Shi came out with a microphone to guest host.
The scene suddenly burst into cheers.
The first thing to appear is Tang poetry.
She sang an old song from twenty years ago for everyone, which made many elderly audience members cry.
Pink Doudou held up her mobile phone. At this moment, the number of viewers in the live broadcast room had exceeded one million.
Li Weicai was standing at the back of the crowd. A staff member ran over and asked, "Director Li, that live broadcast anchor, do we need to drive her away?"
Li Weicai shook his head.
The last time we were in Shanhaiguan, because of the live broadcast, the recording of the program gained a lot of unexpected popularity.
Li Weicai is even thinking about whether to add an official live broadcast session to the last two rounds of recording.
Everyone takes turns on stage, singing solo or in chorus.
The atmosphere at the scene was brought to one climax after another.
Everyone was moved to listen to everyone singing old songs, and the atmosphere was very warm.
At the same time, thousands of miles away.
Gu Jinghong finished filming today's scene and returned to the nanny van.
The assistant smiled and said: "Sister, look, this anchor is broadcasting the live concert of "The World"!"
Gu Jinghong's eyes lit up and he said, "Really? Come and see!"
She took the phone and during the live broadcast, Song Ci happened to be on stage.
He first bowed deeply to everyone.
The barrage in the live broadcast room exploded instantly.
It can be seen that the number of people in the live broadcast room at this moment has exceeded 2 million.
"Wocao! Song Ci comes out last every time! This is the finale!"
"Is there anything to say about the finale of recording a variety show?"
"Haha, let me test you, is the last one to appear the finale, or the last one to appear is the finale!?"
"I just have one request, can Song Ci sing a new song tonight!"
"Anchor, please go a little further, I want to see clearly how many hairs Song Ci has!"
At this time, a slightly sentimental melody full of Chinese style sounded.
The barrage density in the live broadcast room is even greater.
"Oh my god! This is a prelude that I have never heard before!"
"The new song is hammered!"
"Song Ci I love you!"
"Teacher Song Ci must be so handsome. I believe you when you say he is an 18-year-old youngster!"
Side of the scene.
Song Hongdou's beautiful eyes fell on Song Ci.
She deliberately did not listen to what kind of song Song Ci was singing when she was practicing it.
It’s just for this moment, the enjoyment of hearing new songs for the first time.
Li Siyu took out his mobile phone regardless and recorded Song Ci.
Tang Shi's eyes fell more on the audience. She wanted to see everyone's amazing reaction when they heard Song Ci's song for the first time.
In the center of the stage, Song Ci slowly spoke.
[The sound of prosperity escapes into the empty door and disturbs the world]
[Meng Pian Leng, a lifetime of love debts and several books]
[If you default to life, death, etc.]
【Waiting for the annual rings round after round】
Song lyrics are sung in an orderly manner, as if they are seriously telling everyone a story that has been passed down through the ages.
The audience in the audience closed their eyes slightly and were immersed in the singing of Song Ci.
Song Hongdou shook his head gently, and Song Ci's first sentence shocked him.
After listening to these verses of the song sung by Song Ci, her little heart suddenly beat a lot faster.
She saw Song Ci's overflowing musical talent.
Countless melodies, notes, lyrics, and sounds of song lyrics all came flooding in, as if they were filling her up.
[The rain is falling in my old hometown and the vegetation is deep. I heard that you are always alone]
[The mottled city gate is entangled with the roots of old trees, and the words echoing on the stone slabs are "wait a little longer]"
[The rain is falling in my old hometown and the trees are deep. I heard that you are still guarding the lonely city]
[The sound of the pastoral flute fell in that wild village on the outskirts of the city, and it was us who took root in fate]
The chorus begins.
In the accompaniment, the sound of piano, flute, silk and bamboo swayed together.
The voice of Song Ci carries unparalleled magic power, washing over everyone's eardrums.
A warm current swept through everyone's limbs and bones, causing goosebumps to appear on countless people.
Everyone's eyes showed a strong look of surprise.
"This song sounds so good!"
"I don't understand the lyrics very well, but it feels like poetry!"
"We can always trust Teacher Song Ci's lyric writing ability!"
"This song is so awesome! It's a style I've never heard before!"
Tang Shi stood up and applauded Song Ci seriously.
Her musical literacy is average.
But this Song Ci song fell into her ordinary ears, and that was just two words, it sounded good!
Li Siyu's hand holding the phone trembled slightly.
Her little face was slightly red.
Her eyes were shining with surprise.
The audience in the audience cheered.
Shen Xi had already run to the audience, squatting half-crouched under the stage, looking at her cell phone with a look of admiration on her face.
Wang Yin pricked his ears, trying to hear clearly what the lyrics of Song Ci were singing.
[I heard, I heard you are still guarding the ancient city...]
Suddenly, her eyes lit up. Teacher Song Ci's song couldn't be telling the story of the Wang Fu Stone in Jialan Temple! ?
Although the melody of "Fireworks Easily Cold" is a bit sad.
But at this moment, Pink Doudou was jumping up and down with excitement.
It seemed a bit out of tune with the moved expressions of the audience.
But... the number of people in the live broadcast room has exceeded 3 million.
This number couldn't help but make her extremely excited!
"I'm going to wipe the grass! Oh, my grass! Song Ci is singing a new song!"
"This new song, I declare, is the best Chinese music this year!"
"The style of this song, I feel, is a bit the same as "On the Qingming Rain"!"
"Is this the Chinese style created by Song Ci? Brothers, this song is extraordinary!"
"Something's wrong! Listen to the lyrics carefully. The lyrics tell the story of Jialan Temple!"
"Really? Why didn't I hear it!?"
Everyone is guessing.
Until Song Ci slowly sang the last line of the song.
Everyone's eyes suddenly lit up and they shouted that this was indeed the case!
"This is really a song written for Jialan Temple!"
"No wonder it sounds so sad! The first time I heard the story of the Wangfu Stone in Jialan Temple, I was moved to tears! Today I heard the song "Fireworks Easily Cold" by Song Ci for the first time, and I was moved again Cried!"
"Isn't there anyone who can praise the name of this song? The words "Fireworks and Yi Leng" put together really feel so poignant!"
The song lyrics were sung again.
[Jialan Temple listens to the sound of rain and looks forward to eternity]
The music stops.
The scene immediately burst into thunderous applause and cheers.
Song Hongdou wiped the red corners of her eyes and clapped vigorously.
This song really sang into her heart!
Li Siyu jumped up excitedly and screamed.
In comparison, Tang poetry is much quieter.
But her waving hands and reddish cheeks still betrayed the turbulence in her heart at the moment.
In the nanny's car.
Gu Jinghong pinched her earlobe and felt that the Song Ci on the stage, showing her talent to the fullest, seemed quite unfamiliar compared with the Song Ci in her memory.
"Sister, this song is so nice!" the assistant exclaimed from the side, "It's a pity that we couldn't participate in the recording this time. Otherwise, we could have listened to the Song lyrics teacher singing live!"
Gu Jinghong glanced at the assistant and said calmly: "Do you think Song Ci on this stage is super handsome?"
The assistant looked at Gu Jinghong in surprise, hesitated for two seconds, and couldn't see any emotional fluctuations on Gu Jinghong's face. Then she nodded slowly and said, "It's really amazing. I'm a little bit confused." I don’t understand that such a person has actually been reduced to the point where no one cares about him in the past few years!”
Gu Jinghong closed the phone, nodded slightly, and looked out the window lingering in the night...
(End of chapter)
