Qin Xizhen's singing was rhythmic yet calm, like a cluster of tanks gathering on a plain covered with morning dew, gradually building up an overwhelming momentum.
Cheng Ran remembered that in another time and space, this song was simultaneously broadcast on more than 50 radio stations across Asia, and approximately 800 million people listened to it. That was also an era when the Internet was not well developed, and radio was still the main channel for spreading songs. This level of dissemination was unprecedented at the time.
Of course, the Shanhai Music Festival in front of him was not of that scale. There were not that many radio stations, but it was just a sudden appearance, and he wanted to see how the guest seats could handle it.
In fact, when this song is played, people will naturally associate it with the previous controversial song. The reason is that the style is so unique that it can be said to be unique in the current music scene and has never been heard before.
Just like some masters in the literary world, they frequently change their pen names, but experienced readers can tell whose pseudonym it is from the personal writing style when they pick up a book.
The same goes for music. If professional people listen to it, they will realize that two such songs can only be played by the same person. This is an extremely strong personal style.
The most profound feeling was felt by the guests in the guest seats. As far as Zhao Le and Wang Zhonghua could see, on the huge lawn with tens of thousands of people, people were listening quietly without any noise, or at most exchanging a few words in private.
For some reason, it makes people feel a great fear.
In the guest seats, representatives from various record companies, producers, even some people from the television and film industry, and music critics were all silent.
In the radio studio, Wang Shifeng looked at Qin Keguang and finally understood why he was so calm. He could guarantee that the dozen or so radio stations around the country that were watching the music festival today, whether they were radio hosts or participating guests, were probably listening to the music quietly at this moment.
No one knows what is happening, and no one knows what will happen tomorrow after today.
There was heavy rain and the night wind was a little chilly, but under the sound of music, all of these seemed to have a hypnotic effect.
The rain didn't feel heavy, and the wind didn't feel cold.
I just feel that this pleasing song can never be enough no matter how many times I listen to it.
This scene is like the music industry, which has finally had a long drought after all these years. In the amazement, one can fully feel the comfort and pleasant music that is worth savoring.
"The once innocent picture
Cruelly gentle appearance
Vulnerable time
Let us pray together.”
Qin Xizhen stopped singing here. The drums and cymbals behind him and the sounds of the three guitarists faded away at the same time.
On the electronic piano next to him, each of Qin Xizhen's ten fingers seemed like a living being, dancing lively on the keys. After the electronic key sounds, everything was silent.
Qin Xizhen withdrew the pair of hands that combined elegance and sexiness. The singing and music that dominated the space disappeared, and everyone felt like they were on a roller coaster that suddenly stopped at a great point. They were about to see a huge, weightless landslide that could have been a thrilling experience, but instead they stopped at the highest point and scratched their heads.
Qin Xizhen sat back on a small stool. The light behind her shone on her, making her seem to have a layer of light around her. Her slightly messy hair was clearly visible, and yet so lifelike.
…
"Why don't you sing anymore?"
"Go on..."
“What’s behind the prayer… It’s so painful, sing quickly!”
On the lawn, the frozen life seemed to come back to life, and some lingering questions were heard from all directions.
Some people in the guest seats began to stir. Those who were proud of their status only had time to adjust their sitting postures at this time, looking around, wanting to see that they were not the only ones who were absorbed in the song just now. This song was too unique, and it should be more acceptable than the first one because it was easier to listen to. The lyrics, melody, and movement complemented each other, and it had never been so colorful.
Very good!
Then, people suddenly noticed that Qin Xizhen turned her head on her slender neck and looked at a guitarist next to her.
"She's looking at that guy."
"What's going on?"
Qin Xizhen smiled faintly and tilted her head to look at Cheng Ran, but Cheng Ran knew that these were all stage effects, which had been discussed early in the morning. Qin Xizhen didn't have to do anything, just maintain her image, and he would do all the firing.
Cheng Ran put down his guitar and walked forward, feeling that the muscles on his cheeks were still a little stiff. But as he walked forward, Cheng Ran grasped the Sennheiser microphone provided by the organizer. Before he went on stage, someone backstage said that this microphone was very expensive and could maximize the range and penetration of the human voice.
In the bright light, Cheng Ran held the microphone, raised his eyes, locked onto the guest seats, Wang Zhonghua and Zhao Le, and made eye contact with him at the first moment.
In the conference hall, only Cheng Ran's voice was heard.
"Is this song... yours?"
This voice was like an invisible spear, leading a snowstorm, and the heads of the crowd below the stage turned around and faced the guest seats, forming a huge wave.
…
People have heard about the conflict between the two songs. To be honest, it is getting close to the end of the festival and it is raining, so there are a lot of people who want to watch the fun. It is not necessarily that no one wants to see how the two sides confront each other.
So now Cheng Ran's words were actually beyond doubt, and many people knew who he was targeting. At most, people didn't know where Wang Zhonghua and Zhao Le were, but Cheng Ran and Qin Xizhen's gazes gave them the answer.
Not only were people in the venue looking at them, but everyone in the guest seats also looked at Wang Zhonghua and Zhao Le in the front row almost immediately.
Zhao Le's face was stiff, but Wang Zhonghua was still able to look around and give a nonchalant smile to those musicians from the record company he knew. However, it was obvious that the smile could not conceal the thunderclouds in his eyes.
Cheng Ran's voice sounded again, "Please ask the staff to give the microphone to Zhao Le and Wang Zhonghua. Don't say we didn't give you a chance to speak!"
At this time, Yu Xiao, who had been waiting in ambush at the guest seats for a long time, walked up with two wireless microphones and handed them to Wang Zhonghua and Zhao Le.
Seeing the two microphones handed over by Yu Xiao, who was wearing a work badge, there was an uproar in the guest seats.
Some radio hosts, facing this situation directly, murmured, "Dear listeners, there have been amazing changes at the festival."
There were also announcers who tried to smooth things over, "It's unexpected... But isn't this the spirit of a music festival? A music festival must be down-to-earth and integrated with the public, and it needs to have this spirit of questioning and criticism..."
Zhao Le snorted coldly and took the microphone from Yu Xiao. Wang Zhonghua also reached out and took the microphone, looking carefully to see if there was anything unusual.
The problem is there is no weirdness.
They have already anticipated the possibility of a confrontation in the worst-case scenario, so they are probably mentally prepared now. Another problem is that the guests around them are all well-known people in the industry, watching them. Now is the time for public opinion. If they avoid it, it is obvious that they are guilty.
However, immediately after Yu Xiao handed the microphone to the two, Cheng Ran's voice continued to ring out, "Is this song yours? If so, please continue with the next part."
Wow!
The crowd below was shocked, thinking what was this? A regular feature of the music festival
Music festivals are actually not like concerts. People who have actually been there know that the atmosphere is much more relaxed. People can sit on the ground and even bring food and tents to listen to music. It is not as formal as a concert. Singers and bands often interact frequently with the audience. It is common for one person to sing a verse and the audience to echo the next verse.
But suddenly the format changed, and they wanted to publicize that the anti-war song with unique style was written by themselves, and Qin Xizhen was plagiarized by Zhao Le and Wang Zhonghua, and then continue with the next part of the song with exactly the same style.
The atmosphere on the scene was suddenly ignited.
But Cheng Ran's voice still sounded like a death warrant, "How about this, I'll give you ten seconds, ten, nine..."
As Cheng Ran counted, the audience on the lawn below, someone started to echo him, "Ten, nine..."
"Eight, seven, six..."
By the time Cheng Ran said "Six!", there was already a huge chorus of people below.
Immediately afterwards, tens of thousands of people responded in unison, with a sound that sounded like the Milky Way falling from the sky, cracking the sky.
"Five, four, three..."
There was a drizzle of rain on the lawn with tens of thousands of people, and at the same time the sound of the rain was roaring like a tidal wave. What kind of scene was that
The blowing spring wind became hoarse, and the white snow was shattered without even floating.
Even if raindrops fall all over the world, they dare not fall into the noise here.
Many people recall that scene back then and exclaimed, "That boy... was so fucking cruel!"
Zhao Le tightly gripped the microphone, and Wang Zhonghua moved his butt. Although the two were holding microphones connected to speakers, they could not make any sound in the face of the scene of tens of thousands of people roaring and counting down. They watched from beginning to end, from the south to the north of the stadium, and wherever they looked, there were crowds of people, all looking at them and counting down in unison.
From their throats, only the sound of swallowing could be heard as they were shocked by the scene, but they were unable to utter a word into the microphone.
For the first time, they felt how terrible group violence was.
"Three! Two! ..."
"Three! Two! ..."
Cheng Ran is still counting down.
People are still counting down.
"One! Wow..." This was the hearty roar of tens of thousands of people.
If someone who didn't know the whole story just walked into the gymnasium, just facing the wave of "one!" sounds, he would probably suffer an unexpected disaster and be so shocked that his liver and liver trembled that he fell directly to the ground.
Cheng Ran no longer had time to count the last number, as tens of thousands of people had already helped him complete it.
That "one!" After the dust settled, Cheng Ran stepped back and disappeared into the shadows.
In the light and shadow, Qin Xizhen put his hands on the electronic piano and continued the previous piece of music.
Then he sang clearly.
"Merciful Father, I have fallen
Invisible Kingdom of Sin
Please forgive my arrogance
No one can say no one can say... "
The movement continues, the music continues, the singing continues, but it seems that something has undergone a subtle change.
In the guest seats, many musicians looked at the silence and glanced sideways.
In front of the music stage, Qin Xizhen's brilliance shocked time and space.
Then, this slender figure, facing the light descending from the sky, with a look of compassion as if lowering her eyes to save the world, softly sang the ending note.
"I slowly fell asleep
God, it’s just dawn.”
Yes, God.
It was dawn.
**, it’s just the beginning.
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