The rain was pouring down like a bucket at the end. The radio stations and industry insiders who were following this music festival were digesting all the songs in Qin Xizhen's final show. Generally, singers and bands at a music festival have 30 minutes to perform seven to ten songs, but this is not always the case. Sometimes a band would extend the time because they were having a great time on the stage.
Qin Xizhen was the last performer. After singing ten songs, plus Cheng Ran’s interludes, it actually took a total of fifty minutes, so it was already close to 9:30 at this time of the music festival.
In the past, this time would have been considered the end of the show, with most people leaving the venue sparsely. However, at this moment, the heat was still lingering in the stadium. In the guest seats, Zhao Le and Wang Zhonghua had already left, but everyone knew that their careers in the industry were probably over.
Today was very noisy, the host and guests in the radio studio were still reminiscing about the songs. And for all the listeners who were not at the scene but listening to the radio, this show was destined to be remembered by them.
Because of the final interaction, Qin Xizhen has walked outside the eaves and bathed in the rain. The heavy rain wet her clothes, and she used this to express that she was in the same situation as the audience below the stage.
Since it was an additional show, the security was a little lax at this time. Many people climbed directly onto the stage to give Qin Xizhen flowers and take photos. Soon, the bouquets at Qin Xizhen's feet piled up into a small mountain. All this was beyond her expectations. The audience on the stage spontaneously maintained order around Qin Xizhen. People surrounded her to express their excitement and love for her songs.
Zhao Haihua, who had planned to let her son marry Qin Xizhen, led a hundred or so employees to help maintain order outside. Zhao Haihua looked at Qin Xizhen, the middle-aged woman who had raised her son single-handedly and even opened a high-end chain of Chinese restaurants in Shanhai City, and said, "I knew that she and I are the same kind of people, I knew that we are the same kind of people..." Maybe it was because he was too excited, but his eyes were red.
Those praises, those cheers with tears in their eyes, those hands that stretched out hoping to hold hers, were like a huge torrent that suddenly surged over and swept Qin Xizhen away. The crowd pushed Cheng Ran to the edge of the stage.
Qin Xizhen was actually a little at a loss in the face of this situation. She searched with her eyes, and finally saw Cheng Ran at the edge of the stage through the crowd.
Lights were cast over the heads of the frenzied crowd, and fireflies were flying in the sky.
It was like going back to that hillside on the coastal road overlooking the entire city at night.
Qin Xizhen said there, "I have ridden my bike past the path around the lake below, but I have never been up this hill to see what it's like to live there."
Cheng Ran responded, "Every day, life is an epic, it depends on how you look at it."
At that time, Qin Xizhen thought that he had probably just seen the sentence in some essay excerpt, but thinking back on it now, he felt that it was really well said.
And are those other words really good
"Everyone's life direction is different. You can be a horse destined to gallop thousands of miles. Some people are only willing to be a fish. If they leave the freedom of water, they will die."
Are we different
“Time flies, and everyone is a passerby, just like a song. The process is passionate and melodious, but in the end, the song will end and everyone will leave.”
Are you a passerby
Looking at Cheng Ran's eyes, they were as transparent and clear as the hillside at that time, and it seemed that he had already foreseen everything. Qin Xizhen suddenly thought of something, could it be that Cheng Ran had already expected this scene
Qin Xizhen seemed to understand something all of a sudden and kept shaking her head. She wanted to push through the crowd and squeeze over to Cheng Ran, but at this moment, her strength seemed insignificant in front of the enthusiastic crowd.
People kept pulling her backwards, and she couldn't separate herself from the crowd in front of her. It seemed that she could only watch the distance between them getting farther and farther, her eyes showing panic like a frightened bird.
On the other side of the crowd, Cheng Ran, who was constantly pushing himself further and further away from the core, was quietly drifting with the flow. When Qin Xizhen saw him, he raised his right hand, waved it in her direction, and made a mouth shape.
The mouth shape is: Goodbye.
The power Qin Xizhen burst out at last only allowed her to move forward two steps against the crowd.
When she raised her head again, the rain was pouring down on her face. In her blurred vision, she could no longer see Cheng Ran.
…
There are many versions of the story about Qin Xizhen at the music festival.
Some people say that right after the show ended, several of the country's top and most famous record companies almost fought to the death to sign her, but in the end why Qin Xizhen only chose Chen Muyi's Dongdi Music, which was not very large at the time and had been promoting the idea that "records are about to die" in the industry? No matter from which angle you look at it, it is so confusing.
In the end, everyone could only think that Chen Muyi gave Qin Xizhen the greatest autonomy and respect, and the conditions must have been extremely generous. Even so, there is no doubt that after countless record companies fought hard but ultimately failed, Chen Muyi became the biggest winner.
After that, Zhao Le disappeared completely. It is very easy to disappear in this circle, because in this industry, if you want to have exposure, you just need to release an album and promote it. When a person is hidden, it is easy to disappear from the public's eyes. Wang Zhonghua was seriously injured after this incident. Needless to say, Zhao Le plagiarized the song, and Wang Zhonghua, who condoned Zhao Le's plagiarism and even composed the music for him, and who vowed to fight against Qin Keguang before, was also affected. It is said that because of his status as a partner of Yingchi, at least three major projects that Yingchi was discussing were interrupted by the partners for various reasons and ended in failure. There was also a large investment from Asia Hongshan Fund, which had initiated the investigation procedure last year, but it was not followed up.
There was even a chain reaction, and an unknown political struggle broke out among the top leaders of Yingchi. Wang Zhonghua's final destination was still uncertain.
This Shanhai Music Festival, which took place in the hinterland of the southwest, was a special international tourism festival, and the uproar caused by Zhao Le and Wang Zhonghua made Qin Xizhen famous. For a time, radio stations of all sizes in the southwest were repeatedly playing Qin Xizhen's songs.
Research is also underway into who wrote the songs that Qin Xizhen sang at the time.
Some people confirmed the names of the composers of the six songs from Qin Xizhen or people from her band through various channels.
The lyrics and music of these songs come from two people.
A man named Cheng Bin.
A person named Gargamel should be a nickname. Many people in the music industry give themselves nicknames or English names, which is not surprising.
For a while, the music circle was discussing who the two mysterious people behind Qin Xizhen were who gave her strong support.
Cheng Bin should be a normal name. There is indeed such a person. I believe such talent will gradually surface.
And what about "Gargamel"? Could it be that her father is hiding his name? Although it is hard to accept, it is not impossible.
Anyway, it's very mysterious. This alone is enough to make people speculate and explore endlessly...
Time is probably the key to unlock all secrets.
Render unto Caesar what is Caesar’s, and let time alone reveal the truth.
…
The Shanhai Music Festival is gradually fading away, and all the noise eventually turns to tranquility.
The tourism festival and music festival are over, and ordinariness is the main theme of life for the general public.
But the legends left behind by those who left will still be passed on by word of mouth in the streets and alleys of this city.
Finally, a Qin Xizhen appeared in this small city, and people were all proud of it. During this time, Cheng Ran accompanied his mother Xu Lan to attend the wedding banquet of her friends and relatives. At the wedding banquet, someone swore that Qin Xizhen was the niece of his friend from the third aunt and seventh aunt's family, and so on... This attracted many people to echo "Wow!" and look at her with envy.
Cheng Ran would sometimes smile. Limited by the times, the celebrity effect was very influential in the mainland, not to mention a small city like Shanhai. It was like one person's ascension to the sky would cause a nuclear explosion effect that was enough to affect the entire city.
Every day after school, Cheng Ran would pass by the piano room in Dishuiyan. Occasionally, he would hear the music played by people nearby who came to practice singing. It was easy for him to recall how he and the woman sat on the embankment and chatted, and the laughter and joy of eating takeout at the stone table with band members such as Shanan, Luomu, Liu Pei and Ningyuan.
The legend of Qin Xizhen was left behind in No. 1 Middle School, and the classroom where she used to teach became a "holy place" for students.
There is no longer any slender figure looking out the window on the road to the piano store.
The owner of that late-night pig's trotter soup restaurant might remember that there was a man and a woman who once ate pig's trotter soup in their house.
On that normal school afternoon, Cheng Ran sat in the second to last row seat on the No. 12 bus to No. 1 Middle School. Cheng Ran plugged the earphones of his walkman into his earphones, and the song that came to him was a song sung by Qin Xizhen on the radio, which was rising in the rankings on the radio music charts.
That was the last song sung by Qin Xizhen at the music festival, and it is now dominating the charts.
At this moment, in the headphones, her singing voice gradually came from the chorus of Minnan opera.
"I ride a white horse and pass through three gates.
I changed into plain clothes and returned to the Central Plains.
Let Xiliang go and no one will care.
I only think of Wang Baochuan."
It was the beginning of summer, and the cicadas were chirping loudly. The slightly scorching sunlight shone through the green sycamore trees, and the spots of light shone on his face as the car passed by.
A gentle breeze blows.
This song was like her sudden appearance. The ethereal voice of "Where is my hometown at dusk? The misty river makes me sad" amazed the Shanhai Music Festival and the years.
Cheng Ran couldn't help but hum along and closed his eyes slightly.
I just felt that in such singing, I was like riding a white horse, crossing the wasteland of frosty years, and rushing to the next place with brilliant morning light.
(End of "Volume 2: The Bow is Like Thunderbolt and the String is Shocked")