HuaYu: The most muscular director in history!

Chapter 146 Concerts and Variety Shows

Two more days passed.

The scandal involving Xiang Nan has come to a complete end; there are no longer any people online criticizing or spreading rumors about him.

This was something that neither Xiang Nan's opponents nor he himself had anticipated.

It was 8 p.m. that evening at the Shanghai Stadium.

Your tearful eyes, so tender yet tinged with sorrow.

The pale crescent moon, hooking onto the past.

The night was too long, and frost formed.

Who is it in the attic, in cold despair?

A sexy, deep voice resonated throughout the venue. On stage, Xiang Nan, dressed in a T-shirt and jeans, held a microphone in one hand and waved it gently with the other.

Behind him were dancers dressed in ancient costumes and a row of guzheng players.

Raindrops gently patter against the vermilion window.

My life has been spent on paper, scattered by the wind.

Today marks the first stop of Xiang Nan's domestic concert tour: Shanghai.

Although it wasn't as popular as it is in China, it still filled the stadium, which has tens of thousands of people.

Chrysanthemums wither, leaving only sorrow on the ground.

Your smile has faded.

As the song progressed, the large screen behind Xiang Nan suddenly projected images of some fans in the audience—or rather, some famous fans.

"Holy crap! Fan Xiaopang!"

As soon as the shout ended, the entire stadium erupted in uproar, and the screams in the tens of thousands of people instantly lifted the roof off.

On the big screen, Fan Xiaopang sat in the front row of the inner area, wearing a sequined halter dress and bright makeup, and waved generously at the camera.

As the song's interlude began, Xiang Nan subconsciously turned to look at the large screen behind him, his steps faltering, and he stood frozen in shock.

He had no idea that Fan Xiaopang would be there.

When Fan Xiaopang saw the camera focused on him on the screen, he smiled even wider, raised his hand towards the camera, and blew a kiss to the camera in a crisp and clean manner.

The entire audience erupted in another deafening scream, which even made the speakers on both sides of the stage vibrate.

As the interlude ended, Xiang Nan turned around, holding the microphone, intending to continue singing.

Before he could even speak, the large screen behind him switched to the inner seats in another direction.

"Jay Chou! It's Jay Chou!"

The screams were even louder than before, and the entire audience stood up and waved in the direction of the camera.

On screen, Jay Chou, wearing a baseball cap, smiled and waved at the camera, even giving a thumbs up.

Xiang Nan smiled, raised his hand and pointed in the direction of the camera, greeting Jay Chou.

At this point, the interlude ends.

"The flowers, though it's evening, have fallen in splendor!"

"In this decaying world, fate is unbearable—"

The cheers and singing from the audience, a chorus of tens of thousands of people, almost drowned out the stage accompaniment.

The scene shifted again, and this time the person on screen caused a moment of silence before erupting into even louder cheers.

Xiang Nan looked at the person on the screen, raised an eyebrow, and showed a hint of surprise on his face.

The person sitting on the screen is Simon Yam.

He was wearing a simple black shirt, smiled gently at the camera, and nodded with his hands clasped together.

As the accompaniment to "Chrysanthemum Terrace" faded away, the applause from the audience lasted for a long time.

Upon seeing this, the staff member on the side of the stage quickly grabbed a spare wireless microphone, ran to the inner field, and handed the microphone to Simon Yam.

"Brother Hua, I didn't expect you to come today." Xiang Nan held the microphone, stood in the center of the stage, and looked towards the inner area.

"Hey Raymond Lam, Nam-jai, I bought my tickets a long time ago and came all the way to Shanghai to hear you sing." Simon Yam held the microphone, his voice carrying through the venue's sound system to every corner.

After saying that, he turned around and waved to the fans: "Hello everyone, I'm also a fan of Nanzai!"

"Aaaaaah!"

"Brother Da, is there any song you'd like to hear?" On stage, Xiang Nan smiled and raised his chin.

"I like 'Chrysanthemum Terrace.' It's a well-written song, and I listened to it on repeat for a long time while driving." Simon Yam nodded, his tone full of sincerity.

A murmur rippled through the room.

"What a pity, this song was just sung. Is there anything else you'd like to hear? I'll sing it for you live." Xiang Nan took two steps forward, closer to the edge of the stage.

Simon Yam laughed upon hearing this, and shrugged at the audience while holding the microphone: "I don't know. I'm too old to understand your electronic music."

As soon as he said that, the whole audience burst into laughter, and even Xiang Nan on the stage couldn't help but laugh out loud.

The atmosphere instantly became more relaxed, and the venue, which held tens of thousands of people, was filled with relaxed smiles.

"Well then," Xiang Nan said, holding the microphone and waiting for the laughter to subside, "how about I sing a Cantonese song, 'Wedding Invitation Street,' for Brother Hua and for everyone here?"

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The fans were stunned for a moment, then erupted in an amazing scream!

"Aaaaaaah!"

"Wedding Invitation Street? Wedding Invitation Street!" A netizen with the username "Jelly Qian" realized belatedly until his friend nudged him, and then he realized what was going on.

"It's Sissi's song!"

"To be precise, it's a song Xiang Nan wrote for Xixi!"

"Aaaaaah! I knew it! I knew Yi Lu Nanfei was real!"

At that moment, the band members behind her immediately realized what was happening, and the guzheng player came off the stage, instantly silencing the entire venue.

Xiang Nan closed his eyes, gripped the microphone, and began to sing the first line of lyrics.

Forget the flowers you planted.

Let's start afresh and abandon our ideals.

Don't look at those dusty wedding invitations anymore.

You are about to move.

This song has a very high pitch, and Yifei had a hard time reaching the high notes in the chorus.

Although his voice is deep and sexy, when he sings Cantonese songs, it has a more delicate and gentle quality. There are no unnecessary fancy techniques; he simply tells the story in the song in a gentle and detailed way.

If Sisi sang about regret, then he sang about acceptance.

Sisi: (Forgetting the one she once loved)

The gold foil on the wedding invitations originally bore his image.

The wall with framed wedding photos

[And all the beautiful old days]

[To be removed simultaneously tomorrow]

Sisi: (Forgets about having a home)

[Small dining table, sofa, refrigerator, and two servings of black tea]

"It feels like, well, like a duet!" Jelly Akane thought to herself.

The friend next to him rolled his eyes.

Sure enough, CP fans can always find sweet moments from all sorts of angles.

This is a slow song; the Cantonese lyrics combined with the sentiment make it very touching.

In a stadium with tens of thousands of people, only his singing and accompaniment could be heard; even breathing became softer.

As the music ended and the last note faded, the entire venue fell silent for two seconds before erupting into thunderous cheers and applause that lasted for a long time.

Xiang Nan stood in the center of the stage, bowed deeply to the audience, and then raised his hand to make a peace sign in the direction of Simon Yam.

For the next half hour, Xiang Nan sang several of his most popular classic songs, each of which was sung by the entire audience.

A sea of ​​glow sticks swayed and danced throughout the stadium, accompanied by cheers and choruses that never stopped.

At 10 p.m. sharp, as the accompaniment of the last song ended, Xiang Nan stood in the center of the stage and bowed deeply to the audience.

"Thank you everyone, thank you to my family in Shanghai, see you next time."

After he finished speaking, he turned and walked off the stage. The heavy curtain slowly closed behind him, and the two-hour concert officially came to an end.

In the backstage dressing room, Feng Man was already waiting at the door with ice water and a towel. Seeing him come in, she quickly handed them over: "We haven't had a break the whole time!"

Xiang Nan took the ice water, gulped down a big mouthful, then grabbed a towel to wipe the sweat from his forehead. The 196cm tall giant sat down on the sofa, filling the entire single sofa to the brim.

Chen Yaochuan followed him in, holding a tablet for live streaming, his face beaming with excitement: "Xiao Nan, the live data is phenomenal! The number of viewers for the online live stream has broken records, and related topics have already trended on six different search engines."

Xiang Nan nodded, placed the empty water bottle on the table, leaned back on the sofa, and took a deep breath.

Staff members were coming and going in the lounge, packing their things and reporting on their upcoming schedules.

After everyone had left, leaving only him and Chen Yaochuan in the room, Xiang Nan suddenly sat up straight and turned to look at Chen Yaochuan.

"Brother Chuan, I suddenly want to start a variety show."

Chen Yaochuan had just picked up his water glass and taken a sip when he heard this, he almost choked. He abruptly put down the glass, looked at Xiang Nan, and his face was full of astonishment.

"Variety shows? What variety shows? Didn't you say before that you wouldn't do any variety shows besides concerts?"

"Not participating!"

Xiang Nan crossed his legs, let out a long sigh, and said something that Feng and Chen couldn't understand: "The Chinese music scene has finally been pushed forward, it shouldn't end like this in my hands."