Superstar Couple

  Chapter Three Hundred and Fortieth A Different Spring Festival Gala

  The short film at the beginning of this year’s Spring Festival Gala made people feel something different.

  What is the Spring Festival Gala? Every industry, everyone has a different understanding.

  However, the most surprising thing is a short film of Zhang Le's understanding of the Spring Festival Gala.

Many nuances in the short film poked the audience’s tears, the mother’s callous hands, a few wounded feet, a slightly arched back, her eyes, the dialogue of the characters, and the narration of the short film. Even the little granddaughter saw her grandmother sitting at each other and lifted the bowl in front of her and backed her body, adding a touch of affection to the joyful atmosphere.

  What is the best food in the world?

  --Mother’s cooking!

  At the end of the short film, when these words appeared, the Spring Festival Gala program officially began. However, this time it was not the host celebrating the new year, nor the familiar and cheerful singing and dancing performances, but with a burst of music, Zhang Le walked onto the stage alone.

  And the program introduction appears in the lower left corner of the screen.

  Song: Mother's cooking is the most delicious! Lyricist Zhang Le, composer Zhang Le, singing Zhang Le!

"The sky is so blue, the clouds are so pale, how many love dreams are lingering around the soul... hey... life is full and simple, hey... mother cooks the most delicious food... ."

Many people burst into tears after watching the short film. Some reserved people kept their tears in their eyes. They could hear Zhang Le’s songs. They could no longer hold back their tears, and thousands of families were in this festive time. There was no laughter at this moment.

  At the beginning of the Spring Festival Gala, it gave the audience a different feeling.

  Tears, sometimes it is a baptism of the soul. Perhaps, as Zhang Le said, the Spring Festival Gala shouldn't be just joy, it needs to be moved. Touching is the love of parents. It is the warmth of the family.

  "Mom..." Yan Yufang's son looked at his mother, choked up a bit, but couldn't speak for a while.

   "What are you crying for during the Chinese New Year? I didn't expect this year's Spring Festival Gala to open in this way. I don't know if it is praise or curse?" Yan Yufang smiled, so her eyes were not moist.

  "Who would dare to scold? I think it’s better than any previous Spring Festival Gala with just such an opening. Director Zhang said well. Besides joy, the Spring Festival Gala should be moved." Yan Yufang's son smiled and said.

  Yan Yufang smiled and said nothing.

"The opening of the Spring Festival Gala this year is unexpected!" Fang Hai smiled, looked at his daughter, and said, "You did a good job, but it was covered by Lao Yan's performance. Her performance was too eye-catching. It was like Huochun. Qing. A few moves can pierce people's tears."

   "I didn't feel it when I was acting, but I didn't want this effect as a film." Fang Rui wiped away her tears. Looking at his parents, he couldn't help saying, "Dad, Mom, I love you!"

   "This kid!" Fang Rui's mother smiled and said.

"In order to act in this short film, Mr. Yan also specially observed some elderly people with cataracts, and also specially invited old people from the countryside to demonstrate some of the actions in the short film. Her acting skills were greatly appreciated by Director Zhang. Director Zhang also said She is a real actor." Fang Rui continued.

   "This film is expected to directly change the image of Lao Yan! The horror of looking for her in the future will not be so unpleasant." Fang Hai said.

  A short film poked the tears of countless people, but it was even more so for a family in Yanjing.

   "Mom, have you met Zhang Le?" a woman asked, looking at the old man beside her.

  "Who is Zhang Le?" the old man asked curiously.

   "That's singing on stage..." The woman said, suddenly remembering that her mother's eyes seemed to be unable to see Zhang Le on TV at all.

  And a teenager next to the woman wiped away his tears, then stood up, and took out a poster after a while. He handed it to the old man and said, "Grandma, look at him!"

The old man picked up the poster, looked at it carefully, and said, "It seems a bit of an impression, oh. I remember. He is the man, the policeman he helped me find after I got lost in Yanjing. That's right. , Is that umbrella given to me by his wife? You know him, that umbrella has to be returned to others."

  The woman glanced at her husband and then at her son.

   "So that's it!" the woman's husband said suddenly.

  He now understands why Zhang Le would suddenly be on the Spring Festival Gala. Perhaps it was the mother who met his wife. He suddenly felt that it was a right thing to leave his mother-in-law to celebrate the New Year.

   "That umbrella belongs to Yang Xin'er?" The old man's grandson suddenly said with excitement.

   "Oh, is his daughter-in-law called Yang Xin'er? Although I can't see clearly, his daughter-in-law must be very beautiful. She speaks very beautifully!" the old man said.

  After Zhang Le sang the song, without any words, he immediately retired from the stage. At this time, several hosts came to the stage to introduce the love of father and mother from the song, and then the topic of family reunion during the Spring Festival, and advocated the audience in front of the TV to say to their parents: Mom and Dad, I love you!

  Zhang Le’s singing is undoubtedly out of mind. After "Where is the time", Zhang Le once again brought a tear-jerking song on the Spring Festival Gala. On the Internet, there has been a heated discussion about this.

  Zhang Le got off the stage and did not leave or rest in the background. Instead, he came to the front desk and sat down at the guest position prepared by the program group to watch the show.

  Of course, the most important thing is to wait for Yang Xiner.

  After a few singing and dancing performances, there is a sketch, and then a performance by Yang Xiner.

  The program team originally planned to let Yang Xiner perform at the finale, but Yang Xiner refused. She hopes to finish the performance soon, and then go back to see Bo'er.

  Yang Xin’er’s songs, unlike other singers, perform consecutively on stage without any gaps or introduction. The host introduced Yang Xiner, and even said a passage to elicit the name of the song.

  Yang Xiner came on stage, still beautiful, the music played, and the introduction of the song appeared in the lower left corner.

   "Juan Zhu Lian", the lyrics and composition are all Zhang Le.

  "Engrave each eyebrow on the heart. Through thought, the painting is stained with ink, and thousands of writings are all yellow..."

  This is a song full of Chinese charm. Undoubtedly, this is a faint and bleak story.

  A woman who is infatuated with her husband paints and expresses her feelings of expecting her husband to return. The lyrics once again show that Zhang Le has a profound knowledge of ancient prose. With the help of a large number of puns and natural environment descriptions, this kind of thinking has been constantly deepened. Let the listener resonate.

  Yang Xin'er showed the picture of this story in an ethereal voice.

  A beautiful woman, frowning deeply, her wrinkles are like carved between her eyebrows, revealing the sad thoughts in her heart between her eyebrows. While frowning while painting, she recalled the good time her husband spent with her. The woman's thoughts are all revealed in the picture.

  The woman embodies the thoughts and sorrows in her heart in her paintings. Due to the emotional instability, her painting style tends to be rough, like splashing ink, to vent her emotions.

   Her kind of sadness compares all the ancient articles about Acacia people. Yellowing, the oxidation of the paper fades, and there is a feeling of time passing.

  Unknowingly, she was completely immersed in her feelings of missing her husband, forgetting the time, and painting until late at night. The night was very quiet, and the sky slowly lit up. There was no candlelight that was blown out, reflecting the morning light, and the window screens shone slightly.

  She was tired of painting, and it was dawning, so she fell asleep tired. She dreamed of dancing and frolicking next to her husband, and at the same time, the thoughts of her husband continued to flow in her heart a little bit.

  Yang Xin’er’s song, poked the tears of many women whose husbands are no longer around! (To be continued~^~)