I’m Really a Superstar

noon.

I have a box lunch.

In addition to people with special circumstances, they are generally the first-line stars, and they have not returned. Instead, they have brought a box of lunch here to make fools for lunch.

Zhang Wei is also eating, but it is a person. Zhang Xia and Zhang Yuanqi don’t know where to go. It’s estimated that it’s a run-in song. After all, they both heard this song today, want to sing well, and want It is not easy for two people to sing together. It takes a long time to run in. Zhang Hao gave them this song. He himself had heard no more than one hundred times in his world, but he is not professional in music, so he does not. Dare to give the two people a command, people are professional singers, certainly better than they know, he honestly eats himself.

Bell bell.

Dad’s cell phone called.

"where is it?"

"Dad, I am outside."

"Can't you come back to eat?"

"Hey, maybe you can't go back, there's something else, are you on my aunt's side? You sinned for me, I may not be able to go there."

"What is important?"

"Well, it's very important."

"Then I will not say it, busy with you."

In the afternoon, Zhang Wei received several calls, all of which were sent by Zhang Yuanqi and Zhang Xia. They talked with him about the soundtrack. Before I gave the directors group, it was only a simple version. It was not completely done. Not awkward, so we need to discuss the research. Zhang Wei found a clean corner. He was busy with them on the phone all afternoon. After Zhang Xia called him, he went to listen to Zhang Xia’s singing with Zhang Yuanqi. The professional angle could not be done. But he can evaluate the performances of the two people in the standard of his world song. He also points out some flaws and corrects the problem of pitch that they are not familiar with.

One hour.

three hours.

Five hours.

At night, 7:40.

Finally, they were busy with them. Zhang Wei was exhausted. He didn’t sleep well last night. He only slept for four hours at most, and he really couldn’t help himself. The Spring Festival Evening is about to be broadcast live. Everyone is busy, ready to go on the scene. When Zhang Hao sees it, he finds an empty room. It is the dressing room that Zhang Yuanqi has been waiting for. It is a mess, and there are cosmetics for makeup everywhere. And the props and clothing that are scattered in the ground, but no one, Zhang Wei will close the door and walk inside. There is a sofa in the corner. There are several empty partitions that are blocked by the curtain. It should be In the place where he changed clothes, he pulled the curtain, sat down on the sofa, sipped, and it was quite comfortable. Zhang Hao didn’t care about anything else. He could do it. He fell down and slept, and moved. Can't move anymore.

Firecrackers

National jubilation

The annual Spring Festival Gala begins

The first program was an opening dance. The main actors were primary and secondary school students. Although they were young, the movements were not unfamiliar. The dance was very beautiful and the rhythm of the music was very vigorous. From this opening, we can see that this The Spring Festival Evening is really a youth-based color. Old-fashioned songs or old-fashioned recitals that have been questioned and denied by young people may be cancelled. The 80% increase is a favorite language program or young people. The song and dance program, to go the popular routine, the traditional program is too old, can not make money, can not beat the eye, another meaning of the vitality of the Spring Festival Evening, the Spring Festival Evening, is actually the rhythm of business

Zhang Yijia.

Cao Mengmeng sat on the sofa expectantly, "beginning started"

Zhang Wei’s mother said: “This Spring Festival Evening, nothing to look at.”

The second sorrow said: "If you say the song of Xiaoxiao, why not give it up?"

Three aunts said: "The people in the director group didn't have any vision. Just look at one eye, figure one to make money, and what young people's Spring Festival Evening, forget our old comrades."

I also spoke. "Change the stage. I don't have a song about Xiaoxi. I don't see Zhang Xia and Sun Ying. It's not going to be this time. What do you mean by watching?"

Grandpa said: "My Beijing opera program, I heard that there will be one more in this session, or to sing along with other dramas. What is it called?"

Cao Yudao: "Hey, that's called a mix."

"What's the matter?" Grandpa criticized: "The things of the ancestors made them all bad."

Cao Mengmeng didn't let go with the remote control. "Can't change Taiwan, I have to look at my Li Anxu."

Sister Cao Dan see her, "You say you do not chase after Han yet? Zan brother cynical, you are not do not know, and if you let him know that chasing Han, we have to beat your brother."

Cao Mengmeng's hippie smiled and said: "I am not chasing stars. I am an idol, my brother, then what Li Anxu, I will listen, hey, listen."

Cao Dan ordered his sister's head. "You."

He asked: "Is it really not going to go home for the New Year?"

Mom's airway: "I don't know what to do, no matter what he is."

The most painful child is Zhang Wei. "Xiao Xiao has his own business, and he has become famous. He is definitely busy. Let us understand it."

Spring Festival Evening continues.

The second program is a big chorus.

Then the third program is magic. This is rare in the previous Spring Festival Evening. The magician is a newly-famous 19-year-old Hong Kong and Taiwan person. In terms of fame, it is actually not as good as other 30s and 40s. The magician, but this time he was honored to stage.

"This magic is average."

"Yeah, it doesn't mean anything."

"Fortunately, I can see this."

"It’s far worse than the old man’s magic. This time, I really don’t let the middle-aged people go on stage. This is to say that young people have the opportunity to run a young Spring Festival Evening. I also support it. I have to watch the quality of the program. If it's not good, then what is it on stage? The older people have better programs, and they have to get a card and card. It's a bit unfair, and the magicians in their forties are not big."

"I don't know what they think"

"This is for future consideration and training new people."

"That can't just abandon the old man."

"But they are really old, and they will go downhill more and more in the future, but young people have more opportunities and will go more and more."

Zhang Yijia is such a discussion. This is also the case in many similar families across the country. Some people oppose it, some people understand it, some people support it, and they cannot agree.

Finally, the language program came.

First is a cross talk, followed by a sketch.

Cao Mengmeng seems to be sleeping very fast. "How can the real comics of the Spring Festival Evening in the past few years be getting worse? I haven’t got my brother’s talk show funny."

Cao Yu was happy and kept saying: "You, laughter is too high, how do I feel okay?"

Cao Dan objectively commented: "It is your smile, the language program is really degraded. There is nothing too good. Some works are okay, but they don't always stand out. They haven't had a funny look ten years ago. I haven’t watched online every year for a language program."

Auntie said: "It is not good, not as good as one year."

Dad said: "You are talking lightly. The comics are the worst things to do. They must be artistic, humorous, and market-recognized. It is too difficult to produce a good work."

Spring Festival night scene.

Upstairs and downstairs are packed.

Officials, workers, white-collar workers, students, family members, etc., come from all sorts of people. If you don’t say that these people have anything in common, then there is a relationship, or else the company’s unit relationship The ticket to be sent, otherwise it is a personal relationship, otherwise the on-the-spot ticket for the Spring Festival Evening is not given casually, even Zhang Wei is relying on Tian Bin’s work permit to steal it.

"wonderful"

"Too beautiful"

"This year is not interesting."

Some people applauded, others were expressionless and drowsy.

Master Zhou and Master Wei in the calligraphy world did not spend the New Year with their families today. Instead, they came to the scene. Master Zhou took his wife and daughter. Master Wei took a grandson and a granddaughter and sat on the left side of the sixth row. s position.

Mrs. Zhou said: "Zhang Dajie does not play, we will be extra."

She is a friend with Zhang Xia and has known her old friendship for decades.

Master Zhou also knows Zhang Xia. "You know the physical condition of Zhang Dajie. The cerebral thrombosis was also treated with interventional surgery last year. At this age, it is time to retire and enjoy the blessing."

Mrs. Zhou shook her head and said: "I know her, singing and the stage is the life of Zhang Dajie. She can't live without it. She can't live without her life. She really wants her to retire. She must be happy. People, I feel bad. The body will not work."

Master Wei said: "Zhang Xia heard that there are heart disease and high blood pressure? When people are old, there are definitely a lot of problems. If I have to pave the way for my children and grandchildren, I have already sealed the pen. People have come to this. The age, especially the age of Zhang Dajie, she may be bigger than I am, not to accept the old, not to perform on the stage all day, it is a young person's thing, the age is large, there must always be a curtain. ”

Master Wei’s grandchildren did not listen to their conversation.

Suddenly, several hosts on the stage began to report.

After hearing it, Master Wei’s granddaughter screamed at the time. “Li Anxu is going to play my idol.”

Master Wei tasted: "Grandpa is not your idol?"

"Grandpa is also." His granddaughter laughed and said: "Li Anxu is my second idol, I like him too much, handsome." If you don't know that Li Anxu will be on stage, Wei's little granddaughter will not come to the scene, come over today, She asked her grandfather to bring her.

Master Wei’s grandson is also very concerned. “Don’t talk, watch performances, see performances”

At this time, the music sounded, and Li Anxu sang the song, but it was not the Korean sung, but the Chinese sung, and the song was written in Chinese.

This time, countless screams sounded

"what"

"is Chinese"

"Too handsome"

"Li Anxu, I love you"

The scene is the same, the TV is the same

Countless young fans are excited to call Li Anxu’s name. The atmosphere is too warm. All the previous performances have not appeared in this battle.

Li Anxu smiled and sang on the stage. "Love...just the only thing...love...inevitably heartbreak..." He estimated that he would not speak Chinese. He just learned the syllables according to the cats. Some voices and words are very blunt, but Still won the court's numerous applause

a song

The applause of young people

Li Anxu smiled and stepped down, the next one.

Master Zhou left to look at the right and saw these little young and excited expressions. He was helpless. "Old Wei, have you understood this song?"

Master Wei laughed: "I can't understand."

Master Wei’s granddaughter said: “How nice?”

Mrs. Zhou touched the child's head. "You young people feel good, we are old, and the concept can't keep up with the times."

Master Zhou sighed. "Hey, we are really out of date. The future world is a young man. Oh, let's stand by."

At the scene, many middle-aged and elderly people also have this kind of embarrassment.

Suddenly, the lights and background images on the field changed. A long melody rose and a new show was on stage. It was a very common thing, but when I saw two people coming out from above. After that, all the audience in front of the scene and the TV set were stunned.

"Zhang Xia Grandma?"

"Tianhou Zhang Yuanqi"

"I am not canceled by their program?"

"What happened? Are they playing again? And how are they together? Is this a chorus? A singer is popular, and they don't have chorus tracks."

"How did the director group not inform you?"

"Is the program list changed temporarily?"

Zhang Yijia.

"Ah" Cao Mengmeng shouted.

"Xiao Meng, what is it?" He was shocked.

"Come on, come on," Cao Mengmeng hurriedly shouted at Zhang's parents.

Zhang Wei’s mother said: “I don’t want to make dumplings.”

Cao Dan also looked at the TV and then exclaimed: "Zhang Yuanqi and Zhang Xia's grandmother"

The mother snorted and hurriedly dropped the rolling pin and ran over. "Is it impossible for them to let the director group cut off?"

The family is staring at the TV.

Somewhere.

"Mom, don't cook."

"I don't want to cook, I am going to go, that breaks the Spring Festival Evening, there is no meaning at all."

"Zhang Xia and Zhang Yuanqi joined forces to stage the stage"

"What? I look at me."

a call.

"Hey, sister."

"Brother, how did you call again? Didn't you just pass the New Year?"

"Do you see Spring Festival Gala?"

"I didn't watch this year, and I didn't have a chess game."

"Look, let's see if Zhang Yuanqi has a new song."

"impossible."

"I really did not hear this melody that she and Zhang Xia came out together. It is definitely not "I hope that people will last forever", nor is it the song of Zhang Yuanqi."

"Is there a new song? I will go see it if I don't say it."

This scene has been constantly staged throughout the country.

Contrary to the previous situation, many people with years of age have mentioned the spirit.

But the young people are all indifferent and have no interest.

"How is Zhang Xia again?"

"Every year is her"

"Zhang Yuanqi is also, come every year, not bothering."

"Zhang Jie’s movie didn’t say that the old songs were good, but the new songs of the past few years are really terrible, and they are outdated."

"Really boring."

"Don't listen, it's definitely the old routine."

Mrs. Zhou’s eyes lit up, “Zhang Dajie really came out.”

Master Zhou smiled. "Why, the overall idea of ​​this Spring Festival Gala is vitality and youth. If I am not on the stage, I will not be necessary."

Master Wei’s granddaughter said: “Yes, Zhang Xia’s grandmother is old, and Zhang Yuanqi’s aunt is not too small. The popularity is better than my family, Li Anxu. It’s better not to come, um, of course, I said In terms of music, Zhang Yuanqi is definitely a sister in film and television."

Master Wei’s grandson also commented: “Zhang Jie should not sing, she should make a good movie. Her song is not suitable for this age.”

Master Wei said: "The Korean kid, the host has given the report, how can Zhang Xiazhang Yuanqi's two big-name programs not be reported? How many song programs go straight down?"

His granddaughter grinned: "The director group does not value it."

The old people on the scene looked at the two women on the stage. Listening to the less enthusiastic atmosphere below, they suddenly had such a feeling. Perhaps it was really the age of young people. Zhang Xia is old, Zhang Yuan. Chess is old, the stage of music... Maybe you don’t need them anymore. They may not really be on stage this time. It’s better to be retired, and what good is it?

The only thing that made them feel strange was that Zhang Xia and Zhang Yuanqi were wearing clothes on the stage today. They turned out to be particularly bright evening dresses. They were red, green, yellow, purple and blue. A bunch of bright colors piled on clothes. The glare, and the two of them, this age, even today, all of them have a red flower on their hair. This gorgeous dress, Zhang Yuanqi has never been, Zhang Xia has never been.

what happened?

What is this girl going to be?

Peng Yiyu and the director group also looked at the screen in the background.

Countless individuals in front of the TV are also wondering about the dress of two women.

In the next moment, Zhang Yuanqi microphone sighed with a smile and sang with a smile.

"I have a flower."

"Long in my heart."

"There is a need to be relieved... faint."

"The dynasty and the hustle and bustle, waiting kindly, the people who have the heart come to dream."

An Anitai's "Woman Flower" makes Zhang Yuanqi's interpretation vivid, her voice is not youthful, nor energetic, and there is no such thing as clear and lingering. Zhang Yuanqi's voice is a little hoarse magnetic, but It is precisely this kind of scorpion, it is precisely the scorpion of this age that can sing this "Woman Flower" so delicious. This is not a song written for young women. This is a song that belongs only to them.

When this song came out, many people at the scene were stunned.

flower?

What are you waiting for?

In film and television works and literary works, these words are often symbolic of young women, describing young girls, but today, Zhang Yuanqi and Zhang Xia actually do the opposite, and they are actually "flowers" on the ground, I even sang "Flowers" and sang myself.

Blooming?

That is the rights of young people.

That is the qualification of young people.

What is your age? Why? why?

Zhang Yuanqi took Zhang Xia’s hand, as if the voices of the whole world had disappeared, and Zhang Xia smiled:

"Woman flowers, swaying in the red dust."

"Woman flowers, gently swinging with the wind."

"I only hope that there will be a gentle hand."

"Can comfort my inner loneliness."

On the scene, a middle-aged woman in the front row suddenly took the hand of her daughter, quietly, and tears fell somehow.

"Mom, how are you crying?" the little girl asked.

The woman cried as she laughed. "You are still young. When you grow up, you will understand."

Mrs. Zhou stood up, her eyes were red, and she stared at the two women on the stage.

The voice of Zhang Yuanqi seems to be hitting the heart of all mature women in one word at a time. Her voice is like a pair of hands, touching their shoulders.

Master Wei also looked moving, "This song..."

The melody changed slightly.

Zhang Yuanqi put down the microphone and Zhang Xia lifted it up.

Zhang Xia's grandmother holds the hand of Zhang Yuanqi and looks at the audience with a blooming smile. Although her hair is white, although her face is wrinkled, she can laugh at her grandmother, but she has no twilight.

Like a flower

Opened in an instant

"I have a flower."

"The flowers are full of branches."

"Whoever comes to the heart."

"When there are not many flowers, you can fold them straight."

"A woman is like a flower."

Many women on the scene have already covered their faces when they heard this.

Zhang Xia’s grandmother smiled energetically:

"Woman flowers, swaying in the red dust."

"Woman flowers, gently swinging with the wind."

"I only hope that there will be a gentle hand."

"Can comfort my inner loneliness."

Mrs. Zhou also cried, for the stage, for the Spring Festival Evening, for the audience, they have dedicated all the years, they gave all the youth and the age to the stage.

Who said they are old?

Who dares to say that they are old?

They can sing and they can sing for a lifetime.

Even after ten years have passed, even fifty years later, they are the most brilliant and brightest woman flower on the stage.

They will never be old

We will never be old

At this moment, even the male compatriots present were shocked. Sometimes men know women better than women. Everyone’s heart seems to be suddenly hit by something.

A middle-aged man in the back row looked at his wife, stretched out his hand, and held his wife's hand tightly. It seemed like the power of not releasing it all his life. "Yan, last time I was sorry, I still yelled at you, Huang Zipo, I... ..." The voice is a little choked. "You pay for the child, for me, for this family."

His wife smiled happily. "It is difficult to buy money, I am willing."

The middle-aged man is holding hands tighter. "You are always in my heart, a flower."

chorus

Zhang Yuanqi and Zhang Xia walked hand in hand, while walking, the two men also did the dance movements, not the formal dance, but the kind of very casual and heartfelt movements, the hand and the playful Action, the finger sometimes clicks on the flower on the head

"Woman flowers, swaying in the red dust."

"Woman flowers, gently swinging with the wind."

"If you smelled the flowers."

"Don't ask me who the flowers are for."

"Loved the knowledge, the drunk is rich in wine, and the flowers are always empty."

"The fate does not stop like the spring breeze, and the woman is like a flower."

The harmony of the two people made many audiences stand up at once. The shock of the soul is hard to describe. They only know one thing now:

This is a woman

This is a woman

Women are never dying