Chinese entertainment, from radio love songs to superstars

Soon, the table was filled with sumptuous dishes. Six dishes and one soup were placed neatly along the edge of the table. They were all Liu Xiaoli's specialties and the few dishes she knew how to cook.

"Xixi, Shen Lang, Xiaochang, come over for dinner." Liu Xiaoli took off her floral apron and walked out of the kitchen with a gentle smile on her face. She shouted to Liu Yifei, Shen Lang and Shu Chang in the living room.

"Coming!" Liu Yifei responded crisply, and immediately stood up and called Shen Lang and Shu Chang to come over.

As the three of them stepped into the restaurant, a rich and tempting aroma hit their noses, instantly hooking their noses.

On the dining table, soft and warm light poured down, illuminating each dish and making them look more attractive.

And these carefully prepared dishes seem to be filled with Liu Xiaoli's love and enthusiasm.

Shen Lang looked at the sumptuous meal, and a warm feeling welled up in his heart. He smiled and said, "Auntie, your cooking skills are still as good as ever. I feel hungry just by smelling the food."

Shu Chang also praised: "Yes, Auntie, I miss your cooking so much. Every time I come here, I am very satisfied with the food."

Liu Yifei held her mother's arm and said coquettishly, "Mom, you don't know, I've been craving your cooking outside, and today I can finally enjoy a feast."

Liu Xiaoli listened to their praises and smiled even happier, her eyes full of satisfaction: "As long as you like it, sit down and eat it quickly, before it gets cold."

Then the four of them sat down one after another.

At the dining table, several people were enjoying the food and chatting happily.

For a moment, laughter and joy echoed in the room, filled with strong family love and friendship.

It was late at night when Shen Lang returned home. The house was quiet and Gao Yuanyuan had already gone to bed. After a simple wash, he tiptoed to the bedroom, slowly lifted the quilt, and gently held Gao Yuanyuan's soft body in his arms.

Gao Yuanyuan was startled by the sudden touch in her sleep, but when the familiar breath lingered around her nose, the corners of her lips unconsciously curled up, and she instinctively snuggled deeper into the warm chest, falling into a sweet dream with peace of mind and satisfaction.

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The next morning, the city of Yanjing was shrouded in a dense curtain of rain.

The drizzle is like silk threads, and the green bricks and gray tiles have lost their usual noise under the infiltration of rain, appearing more simple and elegant.

In the courtyard, raindrops hit the bluestone road, making a clear and pleasant sound, like ancient strings singing softly, telling the story of the years.

Inside the house, hot steam rises from the purple clay teapot. Holding a cup of tea, I look at the hazy rain scene outside the window. The fragrance of tea is lingering. Time seems to have quietly slowed down at this moment, leaving only tranquility and comfort in my heart.

Zhang Guorong looked at the raindrops falling from the eaves and gently placed the celadon teacup on the ebony tea tray: "I used to think that the dazzling neon lights of Hong Kong were the most beautiful in the world, but now looking at it again..." He raised his hand and pointed at the gray walls and black tiles soaked by rain and fog outside, "The charm of Yanjing, which has been accumulated for a hundred years, makes me unable to take my eyes away."

Wang Zuxian leaned against the carved window lattice, her eyes flickering with stars: "During the days in Hong Kong, the most unforgettable are the waves of Repulse Bay, the fog of Victoria Peak, and..." She suddenly chuckled, with a hint of ridicule and relief at the end, "Of course, the tears shed at night are also indispensable."

At this time, Gao Yuanyuan picked up the silver kettle to refill tea for everyone, and said: "To talk about the beauty of Yanjing, you have to listen to the conversations of the uncles at the entrance of the alley, watch the enthusiastic bargaining of the stall owners in the morning market, and see the endless market and fireworks. Anyone will fall in love with it."

Shen Lang put the warm teacup to his lips, took a sip and said, "In one's life, one always encounters different scenery at different ages. When we are young, we pursue splendor, and when we are old, we prefer tranquility. In fact, in the final analysis, we are all like this. At different ages, we love different places and different feelings."

As the few people finished their conversation, the copper bells on the eaves rang in the wind. The clear sound mixed with the sound of rain added a bit of poetry to the tea party.

In a blink of an eye, the tea in the purple clay teapot was almost gone and the hot steam gradually dissipated. Gao Yuanyuan got up to add more water.

Shen Lang's eyes inadvertently swept across the wooden guitar in the corner, and suddenly remembered something, so he went to take it.

Seeing this, Zhang Guirong and Wang Zuxian smiled at each other, their eyes full of anticipation.

After a while, boiling water poured into the teapot, creating ripples. At the same time, the clear sound of the guitar spread over the sound of rain and quietly permeated the air.

For Shen Lang, his free time is always filled with a few things:

Fishing by the lake, enjoying the gentle waves;
Boil tea around the stove and savor the mellow fragrance of time;
Holding the zither, she sang softly, expressing her inner feelings;

Of course, there is also the company of loved ones, doing those "love things" that make the body and soul gentle.

At this time, with the sound of rain, the fragrance of tea, and the company of good friends, it is the most suitable moment to express your feelings through singing.

"The sun above my head is burning with the remaining heat of youth

It never gives up shining on us as we move forward
If the cold winter doesn't pass through here, it's just a foggy forest.

After walking across the old stone bridge, I felt the damp smell..."

Shen Lang plucked the strings lightly with his fingertips, and the notes jumped and flowed on the strings.

The melody of this song "Our Time" is smooth and natural.

Zhao Lei's iconic arrangement takes on new vitality in his hands. When the simple three-chord cycle meets Shen Lang's slightly gritty voice, the simplicity of folk music and the passion of rock quietly blend.

"Look over the green hills and see the people wearing bamboo hats

The sea breeze blows through the coconut trees and blows away the dust along the way
This place is like another world isolated from the downtown area.

Let our tired bodies rest here for a long time..."

Shen Lang has a unique and infectious voice that can perfectly convey the emotions in any song to the audience.

The lyrics of "Our Time" use memories as a clue to evoke people's memories and nostalgia for the good times in the past. It can be said that every detail is full of emotion. These delicate descriptions make the listeners feel as if they have returned to their youth.

When singing to this point, Wang Zuxian bit his lower lip lightly, his eyes falling on the water marks on the tea table. The winter night when he was waiting in a coat on the set, and the moment when he looked at the lights of thousands of homes on the top of Victoria Peak, all flashed back in his mind along with the melody.

"Hong Kong's time is our time
The waves of the sea roll our longings
When will our songs be heard again in the valley?
Those laughters are gone, those past times will be remembered..."

The "time on Ludao" in the original lyrics was sung by Shen Lang as "time on Hong Kong River", which exactly corresponds to the feelings of Zhang Guirong and Wang Zuxian just now.

The straightforward and ordinary lyrics, and the melodies that range from gentle and delicate to passionate and surging, resonated deeply with the two. This was their time, their reluctant youth.

Suddenly, the trajectory of Shen Lang's fingertips on the strings changed abruptly, and the originally jumping notes suddenly dropped.
The road is blocked
The sun after the rain

People are coming out..."

Yes, Shen Lang changed the song.

Drum towers are not only ancient buildings, but also symbols of history, carrying a rich historical mission.

In the fast-paced urban life, people often miss those innocent years. Zhao Lei's song "Drum Tower" is like a corridor of time. Whenever the melody sounds, it can lead the listeners back to the era when they could not grow up.

"I am a silent passer-by leaning against the wall to bask in the sun
If I'm a little tired

Just let me wake up here alone..."

Although Shen Lang did a very good job in connecting "Our Time" and "Drum Tower", Zhang Guorong, Wang Zuxian and Gao Yuanyuan still heard that these were two different songs.

However, although the lyrics and melodies are different, the emotions expressed are similar.

Moreover, one song has Hong Kong and the other has Beijing, which corresponds exactly to what they were talking about just now.

“I stood by the Shichahai Sea

All the sweetness has nothing to do with me

It's a crowded place.
But I'm lonely
I’m in the Drum Tower, oh oh oh…”

With his unique voice, Shen Lang interprets his deep attachment to the past years, allowing the listeners to feel the indescribable emotion.

The song "Drum Tower" is like an exquisite key that opens the secret compartment of memory. Following the melody of the acoustic guitar, Zhang Guirong and Wang Zuxian fell into the old dream of blue bricks and gray tiles and heard the clear heartbeats of their youth.

Gao Yuanyuan held her chin up and looked at Shen Lang. The singer who shone so brightly on the stage when she first met him in her memory was now sitting in front of her with a wooden guitar in his arms. In an instant, love spread over her eyes and eyebrows like the mist rising from a teacup, and the admiration turned into a faint smile at the corner of her lips.

The lingering sound faded away, and there were no more words of praise in the room. Only the four people's soft chorus, one after another, flowed through the tea mist.

There is no need for complicated praise. The melodies that people sing along subconsciously and the expressions of people immersed in them are the most sincere medals that the audience can give to the singer.

Shen Lang smiled and plucked the strings of the piano, once again blending into the warm sound.

Over the past year, the fatigue from touring and the toil from non-stop work have all melted away quietly in the harmony of old friends.

At this moment, rain is falling outside the window and singing is starting inside the house. The body and mind that have been tense for a long time finally find a peaceful place to return to.

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The New Year’s bell ushers in a new chapter in time. In this atmosphere of renewed vitality, the film and television industry is also experiencing surprising changes.

"A World Without Thieves" ended perfectly with a box office of 1.69 million yuan, not only successfully surpassing the 1.56 million yuan box office of "House of Flying Daggers", but also leaving a clear mark on the box office charts in film history.

Since its premiere, "Kung Fu" has been an unstoppable success, breaking box office records in mainland China and Hong Kong one after another, with every screening being sold out. Audience reputation and box office data have soared, showing its dominance as a champion.

At the beginning of the year, Forbes magazine released the 2005 Forbes China Celebrity List.

Forbes' definition is: without deducting the share of profits shared with the agency and the competent authority, the stars' pre-tax income and investment and management income, that is, income in kind, are not counted.

Due to the outstanding performance of athletes in the 2004 Athens Olympics, the proportion and ranking of sports stars in the 2005 list have increased significantly compared with last year. Yao Min and Liu Xiang's second and fourth positions reflect not only their activeness in sports and business activities, but also illustrate the rapid development of today's sports industry.

However, the majority of people on this list are actors and singers.

The first one is undoubtedly Shen Lang, whose income of 10 billion far exceeds the second one Yao Min's 1.5 million, leading by a huge margin;

The third is Zhang Ziyi, 3500 million;
Liu Xiang ranked fourth with 2300 million yuan;
The fifth is Liu Yifei, 1650 million;
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Moreover, Shen Lang’s holdings did not include investments, so it’s unknown how much the shares of those dozen first-rate companies are worth.

There is more than one thing to be happy about. He once again leads the 2005 Grammy Awards with multiple nominations. Taylor was also successfully nominated for three major awards: Best New Artist, Best Country Singer and Best Country Album.

Looking back at the two English albums released by Shen Lang last year, their total global sales exceeded 2500 million copies like a rocket, winning the annual sales champion and runner-up respectively. They even dominated the United States alone and won the annual championship. On the Billboard singles chart, they even had four champion singles, with remarkable achievements.

The two English albums released by Taylor last year also performed well, with total global sales of over 1000 million copies, second only to Shen Lang and Usher. She firmly sits in third place in the domestic US market and also has two champion singles on the Billboard singles chart.

Driven by these two people, Jingtao Music's overseas branch is blooming like flowers in spring. Their singers have produced many excellent works, creating a wave of popularity in the international music market.

"I've looked at the statistics. Your two albums last year were far ahead. There's a high probability that you'll sweep the Grammys again." Stefanie Sun curled up lazily in Shen Lang's arms. When she raised her head, the ends of her hair brushed across his chin, with a faint citrus scent.

"How can I take on so many responsibilities every year?" Shen Lang's kiss fell on the tip of her slightly upturned nose with his warm breath. Winning 8 trophies last year was an exception, and it was impossible for him to get so many this year. In fact, after winning it, he no longer had much interest in this award. In his eyes, those shining Grammy trophies were no longer as real as the soft body temperature in his arms.

"You are the only one who is so indifferent about this matter." Sun Yanzi gently stroked his chest with her fingertips, and the corners of her eyes curved into crescents with a smile.

"It's okay." Shen Langman's careless tone concealed the confidence that he had long since become indifferent to glory.

"By the way, are you going to be on the CCTV Spring Festival Gala this year?" Sun Yanzi suddenly put her cheek against his chest and asked as she listened to his steady heartbeat.

Shen Lang responded with a "hmm", but he keenly caught the shadow cast by her trembling eyelashes, a fleeting sense of loss, and understood why she was like this, so he placed his palm on the top of her soft hair and asked softly: "This year's Spring Festival, do you want to spend it here, or go back to Singapore, or go to Chengdu?"

"Ah?" Sun Yanzi raised her head suddenly, her almond-shaped eyes widened and her eyelashes still showed a trace of shock.

"I will book the tickets based on where you want to spend the night," Shen Lang said gently.

These words seemed to have magical power, instantly dispelling the haze in Sun Yanzi's eyes, and replaced by a bright light: "I listen to you."

Shen Lang pondered for a moment, thinking of the mottled red brick walls in that city and the clear laughter of the children, and said: "Then let's go to Rongcheng. It's a good opportunity to visit the orphanage."

When Sun Yanzi raised her head, the dimples at the corners of her mouth were filled with honey-like sweetness, and she said, "Okay." (End of this chapter)