From being on the show with my ex, it started to explode

Chapter 73

Song Ci chose to continue talking about "Journey to the West" in the program, but he actually had his own selfishness.

After all, the script of "The Kingdom of Daughters" that he has been thinking about preparing to cooperate with director Lu Song will not be possible to shoot in the foreseeable future due to practical reasons.

So he wanted to bring a little more heat to "Journey to the West" in the show.

At this moment, when Song Ci started to speak, everyone pricked up their ears seriously.Only Li Siyu pouted, not very happy.

Because this story actually belonged to her alone.

She held onto the sofa, crossed her legs, and looked at Song Ci indifferently.

Song Hongdou knew in his heart what was going on with the few people here.

So her biggest motivation for participating in this show is actually to carefully observe the interaction between Song Ci, Tang Shi, and Li Siyu.

Seeing Li Siyu pouted at this moment, Song Hongdou could only sneer in his heart.

"It is said that when the female snail mended the sky, there were two stones left. One of them..."

Song Ci spoke slowly.

After the monkey was born, he worshiped Subhuti as his teacher.

The ancestor knocked on the top of his head three times, and it was only in the middle of the night that he gave him the real skill.

During this period, the monkey learned many skills.

Here, too, he got his own name, Sun Wukong.

Wang Yin murmured to himself: "Wukong... I seem to understand the meaning of these two words!"

Shen Xi waved his fist, saying that when he was young, he often fantasized about such sweet dreams.

After the monkey returned from studying, he entered the underworld and crossed out his name on the book of life and death.

In the East China Sea Dragon Palace, he got the Ruyi Golden Cudgel he liked very much, and he proclaimed 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 tell a story with joy.

Li Siyu also seemed very quiet today.

She had heard the passage Song Ci said before, and it was just like reviewing it at the moment.

There are countless memories flickering in her mind.

Tang Shi looked very interested.

Compared with the story of "Three Kingdoms" that Song Ci told himself, Tang poetry obviously likes this "Journey to the West" more.

When the monkey became Bi Mawen, entered the Peach Garden, and ate the elixir, the rhythm of the story suddenly picked up.

Everyone's interest gradually became stronger.

Shen Xi patted her thigh, and said with a smile: "Monkey is indeed a monkey, such a beautiful fairy, does he really not even look at her?"

When Song Ci mentioned that monkeys were hunted down by hundreds of thousands of heavenly soldiers and generals, and finally fell into the scheme of Erlang God and were caught in the sky.

Everyone's eyes flashed with strong light again, and they all sighed for the protagonist.

"The Tang four, just the appearance of Monkey King is already so powerful, so I want to know how exciting the plot of the other three will be!"

"It's a pity that the time is a bit short tonight!"

"By the way, this Monkey King is so powerful, why would he go to the West to learn Buddhist scriptures with peace of mind, this person design, no, this monkey design, isn't it right?"

When Song Ci mentioned that the monkey was finally suppressed under Wuzhi Mountain, everyone sighed.

At this time, the time has come to almost twelve o'clock.

Song Ci clapped his hands, smiled at everyone, and said, "Is it almost enjoyable? Next time we have a chance, let's continue talking. It's too late today, and we have to rehearse tomorrow!"

Song Hongdou stood up, her head was still a little dizzy, she waved to everyone, and then 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 diandian: "Let's talk about it next time!"

Tang Shi found something to eat in the refrigerator, and her cheeks were stuffed: "Old Song, I like to listen to love stories! Next time I make up a bloody love story to the extreme, I love to hear it!"

Song Ci glared at her and said, "You like earthy love stories, don't you?"

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 sent this photo to Song Ci.

It's a note from [Song Ci owes Li Siyu a song].

"Brother, tell me, how long have you had this IOU? I heard from Sister Hongdou today that she wrote another song for her! Ouch, I see how happy she is, I really can't help but want to give you a kiss before giving up!"

Song Ci read this message, thought for a while, and replied: "The song I wrote for her is charged. This is different from the IOU I wrote to you."

Li Siyu replied in seconds: "Hmm! You mean, I don't need to pay for writing songs for me, right? Hee hee!"

Song Ci said: "This IOU is necessary!"

Li Siyu said: "Then I understand, you should never honor this IOU! I want you to owe me forever!"

Song Ci: "..."

Li Siyu: "Stop talking, good night!"

Song Ci: "Good night!"

At this time.

Tang Shi sent another message: "I heard from Song Hongdou, did you write another song for her?"

Song Ci said: "How do you all know?"

Tang Shi: "You? Who else but me?"

Song Ci: "How many people did we record together, who else could it be!"

Tang Shi: "Okay, don't change the subject, tell me right now!"

Song Ci: "I sell her 30 a song!"

Tang Shi: "...the income is too small. I suggest you start with a million dollars for a song, and you have to sign a contract with her, that is, she can only sing, and all the profits belong to you. She is just a singing machine for you!"

Song Ci: "Wow, what a ruthless woman!"

Then Tang Shi came over with a sleeping expression, and stopped talking.

The next day.

When Song Ci woke up, Li Siyu and Tang Shi were already dancing in the living room.

The two of them were dripping with sweat.

"Old Song, we bought breakfast and put it in the kitchen!" Tang Shi said.

Li Siyu is teaching Tang Shi a street dance. It can be seen that Tang Shi has a foundation, and the dance moves are very handsome.

Half an hour later, everyone finished their breakfast.

Li Weicai stood behind the camera and said: "Our arrangement today is very simple. During the day we rehearse the songs, and at night we directly perform to the local tourists. Because the time is not as abundant as the previous few times, everyone must work hard today!"

Shen Xi stepped forward to encourage everyone and said: "Director Li, don't worry, we will definitely complete the performance tonight!"

Song Hongdou fell asleep and looked much better.

Li Siyu asked with concern: "Sister Hongdou, are you feeling okay?"

Song Hongdou said softly: "It's nothing serious, it won't affect our evening performance!"

Li Siyu said: "If you feel uncomfortable, I can sing a little more of the song we sang together."

Song Ci is still singing a new song tonight.

So he came to a small room alone, where the music director Qiao Qinggong was already waiting.

Seeing Song Ci, a look of deep respect appeared on his face.

He stretched out his hand and said seriously: "Teacher Song Ci, I must give you a serious handshake today!"

Song Ci held each other's hand in surprise: "What's the situation, it's not the first day we've known each other!"

Qiao Qinggong said very seriously: "We have to get to know each other again! If the previous song "On the Qingming Rain" made me feel that you are very musically aura, then this song "Fireworks are Easy to be Cold", I think you have really entered the room! I saw on Weibo, someone said, you named the style represented by these two songs Hua Guofeng?"

Song Ci sat down and said seriously: "Yes!"

Ecstasy appeared on Qiao Qinggong's face, and he gave Song Ci a thumbs-up: "This name is really great! In fact, there has been no new music style in the current music scene for many years, but now, your Hua Guofeng has appeared!"

Qiao Qinggong's eyes were burning.

Song Ci said: "Brother, you don't need to exaggerate your expression!"

Qiao Qinggong leaned forward slightly: "No, you don't understand, I think at this moment, even you, don't realize what a big thing you have made!"

Song Ci said: "I just think this style is very suitable for our domestic situation. There are indeed a lot of music with well-arranged melodies abroad, but...their lyrics really lack a lot of meaning."

Qiao Qinggong said: "Of course the melody is the number one priority for music, but good lyrics will be given to people, and the very high level comes from the enjoyment in the depths of the soul!"

Qiao Qinggong took a sip of water, looked at Song Ci, and said seriously word by word: "If my estimation is correct, I think this Hua Guofeng will sweep the whole country!"

Song Ci seemed much more cautious, and did not dare to speak so fullly: "We dare not say this now, let time tell everything!"

Qiao Qinggong laughed loudly: "Hahaha! Well, then you should first hear that the arrangement I made does not meet your requirements."

Soon, there was an accompaniment with a strong traditional Huaguo classical music style.

It's very different from the accompaniment in Song Ci's mind, but it's also very nice.

Everyone was practicing seriously, and the 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 slanting, coating the place with a faint golden layer.

The lights on the stage have been turned on.

In the audience, many audience members have already sat down.

Everyone's faces were full of excitement and excitement.

"Is this really the program group of "The World" recording a program?"

"It must be, so many Reuters, don't you all read it!?"

"Hahaha! Then we are too lucky this time!"

"I've been looking forward to it for a long time. I don't know if Song Ci will sing a new song this time!"

At this time, among the crowd, a person holding a selfie stick and live broadcasting walked in.

It was just before I ran into the program group in Shanhaiguan, and then relied on the live broadcast to eat a wave of popular female anchor Pink Doudou.

She was keenly aware of the fact that following the program group has traffic and meat, and after knowing that the "World" program group was recording a program in Jialan Temple, she rushed over immediately.

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 stars into my camera!"

At this moment, the number of people in the live broadcast room has already exceeded [-], and they are basically fans of the program guests.

"Ahhhh! I love you, anchor! 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 play the guest host.

There was a burst of cheers at the scene.

The first one to appear is Tang poetry.

She sang an old song from 20 years ago for everyone, which caused many elderly audiences to stop crying.

Pink Doudou held up her mobile phone. At this moment, the audience in the live broadcast room had broken through the million mark.

Li Weicai was standing at the back of the crowd, and a staff member ran over and asked, "Director Li, the anchor of the live broadcast, do we need to drive her away?"

Li Weicai shook his head.

The last time I was in Shanhaiguan, because of the live broadcast, the recording of the program gained a lot of unexpected enthusiasm.

Li Weicai was even thinking about whether to add an official live broadcast to the last two rounds of recording.

Accompanied by everyone taking turns on stage, either singing solo or chorus.

The atmosphere at the scene was pulled 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's car.

The assistant said with a smile: "Sister, look, this anchor is broadcasting the live concert of "The World"!"

Gu Jinghong's eyes lit up, and he said, "Really, come and have a look!"

She picked up the phone, and at the moment during the live broadcast, Song Ci just happened to be on stage.

He first bowed deeply to everyone.

The barrage in the live broadcast room exploded in an instant.

It can be seen that the number of people in the live broadcast room at this moment has exceeded 200 million.

"Wasao! Song Ci is always the last to come out! This is the finale!"

"Is there a finale when recording a variety show?"

"Haha, let me test you guys. Is it the finale that comes out last, or the finale!?"

"I just have one request, can Song Ci sing a new song tonight!"

"Anchor, go a little further, I want to see exactly how many hairs Song Ci has!"

At this time, a slightly sentimental melody full of Chinese national style sounded.

The barrage density in the live broadcast room is even higher.

"Oh my god! It's a prelude I've 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 that he is an 18-year-old freshman!"

side of the scene.

Song Hongdou's beautiful eyes fell on Song Ci.

She deliberately didn't listen to what kind of song Song Ci was singing when Song Ci was practicing.

It is for the enjoyment of hearing new songs for the first time at this very moment.

Li Siyu took out his phone recklessly and recorded it to Song Ci.

Tang Shi's eyes fell more on the audience, she wanted to see everyone's amazing reaction when they heard Song Ci songs for the first time.

In the middle of the stage, Song Ci spoke slowly.

[The sound of prosperity escapes into the empty door and breaks the world]

[Dreams are cold and tossed in a lifetime of love debts and several books]

[If you default to life, death, etc.]

【Waiting for the annual rings round and round】

Song Ci is sung in an orderly manner, as if telling everyone a story that has been passed down through the ages.

The audience in the audience closed their eyes slightly, immersed in the singing of Song Ci.

Song Hongdou shook his head slightly, the first sentence that Song Ci spoke had already amazed him.

After listening to these verses sung by Song Ci at this moment, the beating speed of her little heart suddenly accelerated a lot.

She saw the monstrous musical talent overflowing from Song Ci.

Countless melodies, notes, lyrics and the voices of Song Ci poured over, as if to fill her up.

【The old hometown is full of rain and the vegetation is deep. I heard that you are always alone】

[The mottled city gate is entangled with old tree roots, and the echo on the stone slab is "Wait again"]

[The old hometown is full of rain and the vegetation is deep. I heard that you are still guarding the lonely city]

[The sound of the reed flute on the outskirts of the city falls on that Nomura, and it is us who are destined to take root]

The chorus begins.

In the accompaniment, the sound of piano, flute and silk bamboo swayed in unison.

Song Ci's voice carried unparalleled magic power, washing over everyone's eardrums.

A warm current swept across everyone's limbs and bones, causing goose bumps to appear on countless people.

Everyone's eyes showed a strong look of surprise.

"This song is so good!"

"I don't understand the lyrics very well, but I feel that they are really the same as poetry!"

"We can always trust Teacher Song Ci's ability to write lyrics!"

"This song is so good! It's a style I've never heard before!"

Tang Shi stood up directly and applauded Song Ci earnestly.

Her musical literacy is average.

But Song Ci's song fell on her ordinary ears, it was just two words, nice!

Li Siyu's hand holding the phone trembled slightly.

Her little face was slightly flushed.

Her eyes were flickering with surprise.

The audience in the audience cheered.

Shen Xi had already run to the audience, squatting halfway under the stage, staring at the phone with a look of admiration on his face.

Wang Yin perked up her ears, trying to hear clearly what the lyrics of Song Ci were singing.

【I heard, I heard that you are still guarding the ancient city...】

Suddenly, her eyes lit up. Teacher Song Ci's song, could it be telling the story of the husband-seeking stone in Jialan Temple? ?
Although the melody of "Fireworks Are Cold" is a bit sad.

But at this moment, Pink Doudou was jumping and jumping excitedly.

It seems that it is a bit out of tune with the moved expressions of the audience.

But... the number of people in the live broadcast room has exceeded 300 million.

This number made her extremely excited!

"I'll wipe the grass! Oh, my grass!! Song Ci is singing a new song like this!"

"This new song, I declare, is the best Chinese music of the year!"

"The style of this song, I feel, is somewhat similar to "On the Rainy Day on Qingming Festival"!"

"Is this the Hua Guofeng created by Song Ci? Brothers, this song is not ordinary!"

"It's not right! Listen carefully to the lyrics. 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 lit up immediately, shouting that it is indeed so!

"It's really a song written for Jialan Temple!"

"No wonder it sounds so sad! The first time I heard the story of the Watcher Stone in Jialan Temple, I was moved to tears! Today I heard Song Ci's "Fireworks Are Cold" for the first time, and I was moved to tears again!"

"Has no one praised the name of this song? The combination of the words Fireworks and Yileng really feels so poignant!"

Song Ci sang again.

[Jalan Temple listens to the sound of rain and looks forward to eternity]

The music stops.

There was thunderous applause and cheers at the scene.

Song Hongdou wiped the corners of her red eyes and clapped vigorously.

This song really sang to her heart!
Li Siyu jumped up excitedly and screamed.

Compared with it, Tang poetry will appear much quieter.

But the reddish cheeks of her constantly waving hands still betrayed the turmoil in her heart at the moment.

In the nanny's car.

Gu Jinghong pinched her earlobe, and felt that Song Ci, who was showing off her talent to the fullest on the stage at this moment, seemed quite strange compared with the Song Ci in her memory.

"Sister, this song is really good!" The assistant said with emotion, "It's a pity we didn't get to participate in the recording this time, otherwise, we can listen to teacher Song Ci 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 slowly nodded and said: "It's really amazing, I don't understand why such a person has actually fallen to the point where no one cares about it in the past few years!"

Gu Jinghong turned off the phone, nodded slightly, and looked out of the window lingering in the night...

(End of this chapter)