Chapter 363: Mom, Daughter
Zhongyan is a high school student.
Are you still good friends with Yuan Wanqing’s daughter?
The audience was obviously stunned when they saw this answer.
After all, not everyone pays attention to Weibo, and not everyone likes to read this kind of gossip online.
Even if they hadn’t watched the show, many people would not have known that Yuan Wanqing’s singing guest was her own daughter.
When they learned that Yan Zhusheng was Yuan Wanqing's daughter, many people were just surprised and didn't think much about anything else.
I don’t even care much about when Yuan Wanqing got married and had a child.
At this moment, everyone was a little confused when they suddenly learned that Zhongyan was also a high school student.
The man behind so many of Yuan Wanqing’s hit songs is actually just a high school student?
After all, it was just speculation on the Internet before, but now it has been confirmed by Yuan Wanqing and Yan Zhusheng. The authenticity is completely different.
【High school student? ? ? 】
【No... I was still playing in the mud when I was in high school, and you can write songs? 】
【I just came home from school to watch the show, and I was still counting on my fingers when the winter vacation would come. Why are there such big differences between people? 】
【Well, well, well, you can write songs and novels, and you are still a high school student. Why don't you go to heaven? 】
The barrages passed by one after another, and a series of question marks floated over, representing the shock of the audience and netizens.
“Now you are really going to be famous.” Xu Youyu laughed, trembling with laughter under the covers.
Ying Chanxi on the other side asked in confusion: "Why did Zhusheng say it so directly? Didn't you get exposed all of a sudden?"
"It's okay, she Before the show started, they called me and asked." Li Luo sighed, "The program team over there asked Aunt Yuan if we could talk about Reignited during the finals, so Zhusheng called me and asked."
"I thought that everyone in the school already knew it, so I just said it."
"Some of the news that has been circulated on the Internet does not matter if it is confirmed. It can also give Zhusheng a topic that can be used in the show, so as not to look like an outsider."
In this regard, Li Luo was quite thoughtful.
After all, for Yuan Wanqing, the topic of her marriage is obviously not something suitable to be discussed on a stage like a singer.
Under such circumstances, Yan Zhusheng, as an outsider, is obviously not as popular as several other very famous singing guests.
But everyone’s curiosity about “rekindling” has reached a peak in the past two months.
Therefore, by using Yan Zhusheng as a medium to talk about the rekindling, everyone's attention to the rekindling can naturally be grafted onto Yan Zhusheng.
This will not prevent her from being deprived of too much in the allocation of shots and content of the show.
Music variety shows such as singers are not bad. Like some other variety shows in later generations, they can edit for you, let alone cut plums, and they can cut human words into nonsense for you.
Even if it is just a variety show, it still has a "drama".
Otherwise, the total duration of a program is so long. If you say a few more sentences, others will say a few less sentences. One will wax and wane, and the time occupied will naturally be different.
Especially in the finals, even a simple chat in the lounge may affect the public's opinion of the singer, so you must always pay attention to every move.
"Actually, it's not just me, everyone else is also very curious." The host sat on the sofa nearby and chatted with Yan Zhusheng, not forgetting the others, and said with a smile, "Han Teacher Hong said in the background that the lyrics were well written, right? "
"Yes, I'm very curious," Han Hong said with a smile.
"So, will Zhusheng reveal who the specific identity of Xianren is?" the host asked seductively.
But Yan Zhusheng did not accept this, shook his head, and said with a serious face: "This can't be said."
"He said that he should study hard and make progress every day, and he doesn't want to be disturbed for the time being."
"So just listen to the music with peace of mind."
The host was amused by her words: "Study hard and make progress every day. Indeed, indeed, at your age , you should study hard, how about your academic performance? Mr. Zhongran is a writer of songs and novels, can he take care of his studies?"
"His grades are very good. Yan Zhusheng blinked, "I'm usually in the top 40 in the school, but I can only get over 100."
"So awesome?" The host was surprised and couldn't help but ask again, "Listening to what you said, you should be classmates in the same school, right?"
"Yes." Yan Zhusheng nodded, "We are at the same table, and he will help me with my homework."
"Huh?" The host was stunned for a moment, and then asked , "Then the songs written by Teacher Reignited were all composed during school?"
"Yes." Yan Zhusheng admitted, ""Light", "Light Chaser" and "The Sky Is No Limit", These songs were written last year and were sung in our school. I thought they sounded good, so I recommended them to my mother.”
【? ? ? 】
【Holy shit! He can write songs and novels, he is sitting at the same table with the daughter of a big star, and his academic performance is so good. What kind of role model is this? ]
[Outrageous, I thought it was already outrageous enough, but I didn’t expect it to be even more outrageous]
[Where did he get so much energy? I’m really not a human being. Damn it]
[Everyone’s singing invitations come from within the circle, but Yuan Wanqing’s invitations to singing all depend on her daughter, right? 】
[Other singers: Is this how you invite songs? 】
【Others: It’s time to have a beautiful daughter! 】
[Rekindle this horse-riding life, the winner! Damn it! 】
【Wait! Could it be that Mo Qinghan is Yan Zhusheng? It looks a bit similar to me, and the tone of voice is almost the same]
[Holy shit! Could the novels he wrote also be based on reality? 】
【What novel? 】
[An online article written by Rekindle, I highly recommend reading it]
Seeing this part of the barrage, Li Luo's face turned dark: "Watch the show, just watch the show, chat." What kind of novel is that?"
"Hahaha~" Xu Youyu felt a little itchy when he saw these barrages, so he squeezed into Li Luo's arms and reached out to type a speech on Mango TV's live broadcast.
[Maybe the other two heroines, Shen Dongdong and Jiang Mingyue, also have real prototypes? 】
【This thief deserves to die! What kind of magical life did you live? 】
【Impossible, absolutely impossible! 】
[Aren’t novels all based on fantasy? Does anyone actually use it to write a diary? 】
【I know Reignited, and I testify! He is really writing a diary! 】
【I am a classmate from Zhongyan! He had three different things in school! 】
【I testify! He didn’t even spare the teacher! 】
【They even live together! 】
Li Luo: "???"
"No...are these people really fake? Who the hell is the teacher?!"
"Haha~ "Xu Youyu looked amused, laughing so hard under the covers, "Most of what he said is true."
"Don't talk nonsense. ." Li Luo denied seriously.
“We’ve already slept together and you still refuse to admit it?” Xu Youyu said aggrievedly, “Xixi, look at this person, he is so bad. After he cheated our sisters’ bodies away, he turned against him. Accepted.”
When Xu Youyu said this, Ying Chanxi next door suddenly blushed.
She was not as good at playing as Xu Youyu, and she was so shy that she was speechless and speechless.
But she also knew that Xu Youyu was joking, so she didn't pay much attention to it. She was just shy but also had a bit of fun and interest, and quietly looked at Li Luo's reaction.
Li Luo also had a dark face and quickly objected: "When we slept together, I didn't even move a finger, okay? How can a decent gentleman be slandered by you like this?"
" What is smearing? Let me see where it is smeared?" Xu Youyu snorted twice and immediately started to touch Li Luo's chest, which scared Li Luo and quickly pulled her hand away.
Ying Chanxi looked at this scene and couldn't help but open her mouth, but she didn't know what to say. She knew clearly that Xu Youyu was just joking, but she was still a little envious.
If I were bolder, could I have such close contact with Li Luo?
The three of them were making a fuss while lying on the bed, and the program on the screen was progressing steadily.
Under the guidance of the host, the atmosphere in the lounge was very good. There were also singers who greeted Yan Zhusheng with a smile and asked her if she could invite her to sing again.
Yan Zhusheng is a stingy person at home and has to do all Li Luo's songs by herself, but outside she is still very well-behaved and immediately nodded to say yes.
Soon, after chatting for a while, the host took out the lottery box and handed it to the singers to draw lots.
“The rules for the order of our competition tonight are very simple.” The host said, “Bangbangsingers still adopt a lottery system, and the final solo singing session is determined by the ranking of the Bangbangsingers. The higher the ranking, the solo singer will have priority in choosing the order of appearance."
"To put it simply, if your gang singer wins first place, you can choose the last one in the final competition. Come on out.”
“Then let’s draw lots. Who among you wants to come first?”
Everyone gave in and said that Yan Zhusheng was the youngest, so she should be chosen first.
So, with Yuan Wanqing's nod, Yan Zhusheng obediently came to the lottery box, reached out and pulled out a piece of paper.
"It's No. 1." The host took the note and showed it to the camera, "Teacher Yuan, it's a pity, I am the first one to take the stage today."
"A good start. Well, it’s pretty good,” Yuan Wanqing said with a smile.
Soon after everyone's draw results were confirmed, Yuan Wanqing took Yan Zhusheng backstage to prepare.
After making some announcements, the host confirmed that preparations were completed backstage, then came to the center of the stage and announced with a smile:
"Then next, let's invite tonight's first singing competition duo, mother and daughter Yuan Wanqing and Yan Zhusheng, to present their new song to us - "It's Mom, It's Daughter"!"
"Come on, come on!" Cui Suling had just finished using the toilet when she heard Xu Rongsheng urging in the living room. She hurriedly washed her hands without even drying them, so she hurried out and sat down on the sofa, "It's begun. Has it started yet?”
“It’s about to start.” Xu Rongsheng pointed at the TV screen, “It’s about to start.”
“What song is it?” "." Xu Rongsheng said, "It seems to be about family. Please listen carefully." Why not call it "Father, Son"."
"That's what you said." Xu Rongsheng suddenly laughed and shook his head, "Li Luo wrote it to Yuan Wanqing and Yan Zhusheng, so of course it should be called this."
"Okay, okay, shut up." Cui Suling waved her hands and said, "Let's start singing."
"I don't know who keeps talking." Xu Rongsheng muttered, and then He immediately shut up and started watching the show seriously.
On the TV.
As the stage lights gradually went out.
There was a burst of darkness in front of the screen.
Soon, the stage was set.
A figure came slowly.
The gradually increasing light also fell on her.
Yuan Wanqing walked to the back of the home chair on the left side of the stage, with a microphone hanging by her ear, holding the back of the chair with both hands, then came to the edge of the chair and sat down gently.
The orchestras on both sides of the stage also followed Yuan Wanqing's movements, playing soothing and soft music with a hint of nostalgia and warmth.
Different from the attire she wore in the lounge just now, Yuan Wanqing now put on a light brown home clothes. The makeup on her face was not bright and looked very soft.
This outfit is associated with the title of tonight's song, and it immediately makes people think of her as a singer and star, and as a mother.
Just when the audience was wondering why Yan Zhusheng hadn’t come on stage yet, as the music gradually started, Yuan Wanqing stroked the table with one hand, put one hand on her heart, and sang softly and tenderly:
"My child~"
"I don't know if I am doing enough?"
"I am a mother for the first time~"
This song is gentle As for sincerity, especially the last sentence, as soon as the first-time mother uttered her words, Cui Suling, who was sitting in front of the TV, suddenly felt her heart tightening, as if she had been lightly poked by a thin needle in her chest, and there was a slight throbbing for no reason. produced.
“Every time you left home later, you waved and said goodbye~”
“It became easier to say goodbye~”
“But my heart will still be empty~ ”
The next few sentences hit Cui Suling’s heart.
When she listened to the lyrics, she thought of Xu Youyu now. Every time he went home, he couldn't stay long before he had to escape to Bi Hai Lan Ting.
Waving goodbye before leaving was so relaxed, but looking at the empty living room and the unoccupied small bedroom, Cui Suling felt a sense of emptiness.
However, before Cui Suling could feel sad, a slightly childish and clear voice sounded on the stage.
“Dear mother~”
“I don’t know if I am doing enough?”
“This is my first time as a daughter~”
< br>"But it's also my first time~"
As the lyrics progressed, a figure slowly walked from the back of the stage.
Different from the casual clothes he wore in the lounge before, Yan Zhusheng was wearing a blue and white school uniform at this time, and he walked smartly from behind.
She carried her schoolbag, walked to the right side of the stage, turned back to look at Yuan Wanqing, and sang like this.
Looking at the girl in school uniform in front of the TV, many people were suddenly drawn back to their former campus, and their memories suddenly became blurry and clear.
“Children will go through heavy rain~to understand the principles of the world~”
"I can only nag because I can't help you anymore~"
Yuan Wanqing stood up from the chair, put her hands on her heart, faced the audience for the first two lines of the lyrics, and then turned to look at Yan Zhusheng in the distance , stretched out a hand, wanting to get closer, but stopped.
"My mother will stay in my childhood and call me a lot~"
"When she said the flowers in the yard were blooming, I hung up on the subway first~"
Yan Zhusheng was at this time But he had already turned his head, carrying his schoolbag and facing away from Yuan Wanqing. He raised his right hand to his ear and then lowered it.
"Have you eaten in the morning? Did you go to bed on time?"
"Forgive me for only knowing how to participate in your life~"
——"But I can't even do it. ~So I don’t talk~”
“Have you eaten?”
——“I don’t want to lie to you~I’m afraid you’ll be sad~”
"Are you tired?"
——"After hurriedly hanging up the phone, I found out~"
The mother and daughter had a hurried and contradictory conversation, Yuan Wanqing approached step by step, Yan Zhusheng a little Turn around a little.
Until the end, the two people held hands tightly - "I miss you so much~"
At this moment, Cui Suling's head in front of the TV was It was numb, as if a series of electric currents flashed through my spine, all the way to the top of my head.
It was as if there was such a small brush, scratching and scratching the soft parts of her heart, sweeping away her tears.
When she thought that her good daughter was not around, Cui Suling suddenly felt uncomfortable. She clenched her hands on her chest and shed tears.
At this time, on the stage, Yuan Wanqing and Yan Zhusheng turned to face the camera, still holding hands.
The second verse of the verse cuts in, and Yuan Wanqing sings softly:
“My child~”
"I don't know if I'm doing enough?"
"Letting go is a lesson~"
"Mom has never passed a test in her life~"
Yan Zhusheng let go She took a step to the side with her hand, and her tone began to sound a little willful and stubborn.
“I didn’t eat on time~It’s not my fault that I’m busy~”
“If I let you know~it would make me feel very guilty~”
“Your greetings~I I know it’s for my own good~”
“But it makes me feel~ I’ve never been trusted~”
Yuan Wanqing stepped forward quickly, grabbed Yan Zhusheng’s hand, and then sang:
“Those who don’t worry must not be mothers~”
"I know ~ I know everything ~ but I feel bad ~"
Yan Zhusheng shook her head vigorously, shook off Yuan Wanqing's hand again, then turned around and sang hard:
"Please Don’t worry and let me go~ It belongs to my life~”
“You are so brave and kind~ I am like you so you are not afraid~”
Yuan Wanqing slowly stepped forward and took her daughter’s hands. , sang tenderly: "One day, you will also become a mother~"
Yan Zhusheng pursed her lips, lowered her head and sang: "That day, will we hug deeply?"
Then, the two people finally hugged each other tightly, then turned around to face the audience again, singing affectionately:
"Like a stream~traveling around the world~embracing back to the river where it was born~"
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“I hope you are loved~”
“I hope you are happy~”
"I hope my hands can protect you from the wind~"
......
"Wherever you are, I will have a way home~Go home~"
In the final chorus, the mother and daughter sang affectionately to the climax, with simple yet touching lyrics that hit the hearts of the audience word by word.
At this time, Cui Suling had already blurred her eyes and was crying.
Xu Rong belatedly realized that his wife was crying. He was stunned for a moment, then remembered something, smiled, and quickly took out a tissue from the coffee table to wipe her.
At this time, the two people on the stage returned to silence.
Yuan Wanqing took Yan Zhusheng's little hand and faced her daughter. With tears in her eyes, she raised her hand and touched her daughter's head.
“My child~”
“I don’t know if I am doing enough~”
"But there is one thing I am very sure of~"
"You are the best daughter~"
"Please believe~ in yourself..."
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