Reborn Bao Guowei, I really didn’t want to be a great writer!

Chapter 102 Fighting Fans in the Rice Circle of the Republic of China

"Does this Bao Guowei really want to sing? Can he sing?"

In the audience, Zhong Hua sat back on his seat again, unable to help but have some doubts.

Nowadays, singing is still a very professional profession. No matter what happens in later generations, anyone can go on stage and open his mouth and say that he is a singer.

It can be seen that Mr. Shen Xingong has been sitting there without even moving his buttocks. When the tune started to sound, he closed his eyes and listened carefully.

"This tune is quite novel. When did we have a song with this tune?"

The old man's research on music can be said to be erudite, and there are basically no songs in China that he has never heard of.

Zhong Hua was also a little surprised. He had never heard this tune not only in China, but also abroad! Is it possible that in which country has everyone released a new work?

"Is it Mr. Zhao Yuanren? Mr. Qingzhu? Mr. Li Jinhui is also possible."

He speculated to himself.

"Isn't it Mr. Huang Zi from Hujiang University who just showed off his talents? He is very young!"

After talking about several celebrities in the current music scene, the old man was a little annoyed by what he said, so he waved his hand and said.

"Looks like it's not the tune. Don't guess anymore. Just listen carefully."

Zhong Hua could only shut up obediently.

At this moment, the singing on the stage has gradually started to sound.

Even if there is no rehearsal, Hu Die and Bao Guowei have an extraordinary tacit understanding. Starting from Hu Die, each one of them will sing these beautiful lyrics.

"

hold your face gently

Wipe your tears away

This heart belongs to you forever

Tell me I'm no longer alone

"

The verse-like lyrics touched the heartstrings of everyone present. The previous "I'm at the Head of the Yangtze River" may have been somewhat innovative and unconventional, but after all, it was still based on traditional music.

The song in front of me was completely out of touch with this era and had a profound impact on the hearts of everyone present.

Most people don't understand music, but they only understand one truth.

What sounds good is the best.

Different from Hu Die's solo performance last time, this time Bao Guowei was added. With the male and female singing duet, the emotions in the lyrics can be seen at a glance.

"Isn't this song a love song again?"

Some people in the crowd inevitably raised such questions, but they were quickly slapped in the face.

Because it’s sung later.

"

Whether you and I have ever known each other

Whether in front of you or in the horizon

I sincerely wish you

I wish you happiness and peace

"

This lyric sung by Bao Guowei makes all criticisms self-defeating!

Because almost everyone, in their hearts at this moment, instantly thought of the people in Hangzhou, Suzhou City, who were suffering from the ravages of the epidemic.

Doesn’t this lyric express everyone’s feelings?

Some gentlemen in the literary world at the venue, trying to figure out the meaning of the lyrics, could not help but admire and said: "The meaning of this is very good. It can be picked out as a modern poem on its own. I don't know who wrote it."

Of course, the one who had the biggest reaction was Zhang Taiyan who was backstage.

He originally thought that this boy Bao Guowei was just messing around, but he always had a glimmer of hope in his heart. After all, this was a boy who often performed miracles.

"The lyrics are quite interesting."

Zhang Taiyan's face softened a lot. He rarely listened to any music, and his focus was entirely on the lyrics.

He admired ancient Chinese literature, but he never rejected vernacular literature, and he also commented on many modern poems that are popular today.

"This kid Bingwen, are you going to learn some Lao Shizi music and poetry again?"

This idea immediately popped into my head, and I suddenly became angry again.

Co-author, he didn’t listen at all to what my teacher said!

Zhang Taiyan was blowing his beard and staring at him, but Du Yuesheng was very happy. He had arranged everything, and when he saw that Bao Guowei had stabilized the situation, he couldn't help but admire it.

"What a young talent! Brother Binglin, you have really taught a good apprentice! What's wrong, brother Binglin, you don't seem very happy!"

After the last performance, Bao Guowei has gradually become better, and he and Hu Die have a perfect understanding on the stage.

"

This heart belongs to you forever

Tell me I'm no longer alone

"

In the end, the two of them sang in unison. Hu Die's eyes were full of tears, and it was obvious that he had projected all his emotions into them.

A broken liver and intestines.

There were some women or emotional people in the audience who were moved to tears by the profound meaning of the song.

At this moment, an old man stood up and said loudly.

"Okay! The melody of this song is easy to understand, the structure is clear, and the lyrics are concise and literary. Although it uses a simple and unpretentious melody, it expresses the sincere expectations for the health of the people in the epidemic area. There is no long explanation. There are no pretentious descriptions, and touching emotions are revealed everywhere.

This is a masterpiece in the music industry! "

The voice was loud and powerful, so that people in a large circle around him heard it clearly, and those further away were curious and asked questions, thinking that they knew what the old man said, and at this time someone passed on the news.

For a time, everyone in the venue nodded in praise of the old man's comments.

"It's Mr. Shen Xingong. I recognize him. His evaluation is absolutely correct, and so is my opinion!"

Everyone thought it was awesome, but they couldn't make professional comments like an old gentleman, so they all agreed.

“I don’t know who made this song, but it’s a masterpiece of meticulous craftsmanship!”    “Woooooooo, I don’t know how to praise it, but I’m really touched by it!”

Hearing a rich male voice crying, everyone cast strange glances, and then tacitly agreed to stay away from this old sister-in-law.

In excitement, almost everyone stood up, and thunderous applause broke out from the audience, resounding throughout the entire venue.

Newspaper reporters also crowded to the front, greeted the heavy cameras, and started clicking wildly.

Huang Bohui looked excited and called the reporter from his newspaper and shouted loudly.

"Have you written it down? Did you just write it down? We must publish that lyric in the newspaper as soon as possible. Today is big news!"

The reporter was rushing forward excitedly, but when he was stopped, he looked confused and said strangely.

"Mr. Huang, aren't you familiar with Mr. Bingwen? Are you afraid that you don't have first-hand information?"

"Yes!"

Huang Bohui slapped his head. He was so anxious just now that he forgot about this. He was different from those newspapers. Wouldn't he know if he could directly ask Bingwen to find out?

Zhang Xiaolin panicked. He never thought that Bao Guowei would dare to perform on stage. He responded with an upright move and all rumors were disproven.

Now, anyone who dares to hold his nose and say that this song is the sound of Mi Mi will probably be arrested and beaten by the angry people.

He took advantage of everyone's excitement and whispered: "Let's leave now."

If Du Yuesheng's large team comes, there will inevitably be a fight.

But there was one person who didn't want to leave no matter what.

"Brother Zhiping, a good man doesn't suffer the consequences of his life!"

Zhang Xiaolin now feels that this person is a talent, and it is best to control this kind of master who "has breasts and is a mother". Now is the time to employ people.

But Zhang Zhiping was obviously unconvinced. Last time, Bao Guowei easily became famous with two articles and was highly sought after in the Shanghai literary world.

However, Zhang Zhiping's works were slandered as vulgar, and he relied on the popularity of ladies to make money.

Literary men are the ones who hold grudges the most. They still remember the insults they received in the past. How can I bear this tone!

He ignored Zhang Xiaolin's reminder and immediately wanted to step forward to speak.

"This Bao Bingwen, last time published an article to talk about national affairs, but this time he is uneducated and has no skills. He actually sang with the singer. It is really difficult for him to reach the level of elegance and is despised by scholars!"

But just as he said these words, someone suddenly shouted in the crowd.

"This man has repeatedly slandered Miss Hu Die, which is unbearable, let alone causing trouble at this fundraiser. I will beat him up!"

A shoe flew out of nowhere and hit Zhang Zhilin in the face, exuding a stench.

But I heard the man say again: "Miss Hu Die is magnanimous and doesn't argue with him. He also repeatedly finds trouble. This kind of rotten scholar is really disgusting. Go back and write your love triangle!"

There were many fans of Hu Die in the crowd, not to mention that they had always looked down upon Zhang Zhiping. After hearing that he had made trouble many times, I already felt angry.

Someone started a fight, and a fight for the idol in the Republic of China began.

It's just that those who "support" the idol are respectable gentlemen in Shanghai. They usually have to look elegant, but now they are hidden among the crowd, and they are free to do so.

The crowd was excited for a while.

"I'll let you say it!"

From nowhere, a kick suddenly appeared and kicked Zhang Zhiping in the stomach.

"Miss Hu Die is the best, you are not allowed to slander her!"

A shining golden pen stabbed Zhang Zhiping in the back.

"You're a pretty boy who only knows how to seduce women!"

A hand grabbed Zhang Zhiping's crotch from nowhere.

The scene was once very chaotic.

Zhang Xiaolin's subordinates were willing to suffer losses and wanted to fight back, but Zhang Xiaolin slapped him on the head and said.

"I won't kill you, you can beat these gentlemen!"

The subordinate felt a little aggrieved and said, "What should we do? Mr. Zhang is going to be beaten to death, right?"

"Get him out! Let's evacuate immediately! We can't stay here for long!"

Zhang Xiaolin made a prompt decision.

At this moment, Bao Guowei had already stepped down.

In the backstage lounge.

A young man with a bald head and only three hairs ran over excitedly. When he saw Bao Guowei, he bowed his hands, nodded and bowed.

"Sir, sir, what you told me has been done. I even threw the smelly shoes out and hit that kid right in the face! You don't even know that I haven't changed my shoes for a year."

The young man in shabby clothes, nicknamed San Mao, danced and looked extremely excited.

When Bao Guowei heard that his shoes had not been changed for a year, his face suddenly twitched and he muttered a little.

It won't kill anyone, right?

This guy named Sanmao had just been caught by Du Yuesheng's people for making noise. Bao Guowei was a little surprised when he saw the Sanmao, and under coercion and inducement, he asked this guy to do things for him.

There's nothing a few silver dollars can't buy for these street dwellers.

Bao Guowei taught him a few words and created a Republican version of a rice circle conflict, which could be regarded as teaching Zhang Zhiping a lesson. Unexpectedly, the effect was quite good.

He took out five yuan from his pocket, San Mao almost drooled, and kowtowed to thank him.

"Sir, please don't worry. If you have another job like this next time, you can come to Hongkou Pier and give me your nickname Sanmao. You'll be sure to find me!"

Before leaving, he did not forget to solicit follow-up business.

Bao Guowei just nodded slightly, and then wanted to find Du Yuesheng to start the follow-up donation process. The problem was solved, and maintaining order and continuing to donate was the main business.

At this time, I heard a voice from the front desk saying.

"Gentlemen, please don't praise me. You may not know something. This song was written by Mr. Bao Bingwen. Hu Die just borrowed flowers to offer to Buddha."

(End of this chapter)