You're about to retire from the entertainment industry, yet your concerts are still so popular?

(Note: The lyrics of "Grandma" (Patriotic Version) have been modified (this is the only song modified in the entire book). Lyrics/Music/Original Singer: Zhou Linfeng.)

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Besides shock, Wu Yifan's face also showed a hint of barely perceptible jealousy.

His two female assistants in high-slit cheongsams were also clapping. Although he was unwilling, he still slowly raised his hand and clapped twice as a token gesture.

The movements were slow, and each sound felt like a blow to the heart and a slap to the face.

But he had to admit that he really couldn't write this song.

Not far away, Li Shuyuan took a deep breath, her voice still trembling with excitement: "Old Zhang... I heard this kid is retiring from the entertainment industry?!"

"Hmm." Professor Zhang nodded and sighed, "If Ye Chen stops singing, it will truly be a loss to the Chinese music scene."

"I've taught so many vocal students, and they all focus on singing pop songs, even treating singing as a way to show off their skills."

"Look at Ye Chen, his story is different from others. It's not the kind of story where 'I'm heartbroken'."

"Besides being powerful, this opening song also contains a larger and broader story of growth. A singer like this might only appear once every ten years."

Li Shuyuan was stunned: "You mean... Ye Chen has been secretly working hard to grow during these ten years of catchy pop songs?!"

"According to this interpretation, while Ye Chen was producing catchy pop songs for the company, he was also seriously learning and refining good musical works?!"

"But... it's just one new type of song, Lao Zhang, and you're giving it such a high evaluation?!"

At this moment, at the stage aisle entrance.

Jiang Mengting leaned against the wall, arms crossed, staring motionlessly at Ye Chen on the stage.

She didn't cry; that's not like her.

But her eyes were red.

She recalled the first time she met Ye Chen ten years ago.

He was only fourteen years old then, a little thin, but with bright eyes. He stood on the street singing opera, his voice loud and clear, instantly captivating her.

She knew then that this little brother was no ordinary person.

"I started the company, brought you into the industry, and watched you get to where you are today. I thought I fully understood your talent," she murmured to herself.

"I didn't expect... you actually had something real hidden away."

on the stage.

Ye Chen stood in the center and adjusted his breathing for more than ten seconds.

The morning light shone on him, gilding his white performance costume with a layer of gold.

More than 10,000 spectators stood up, the applause continued, and some people raised their glow sticks and waved them, turning the entire stadium into a sea of ​​stars.

"Thanks."

Two words.

It's simple, but as heavy as a mountain.

Because this is the applause that he and the original owner both wanted.

After the applause subsided slightly, Ye Chen spoke again: "The song I just sang, 'Born Towards the Sun,' was my first gift to everyone."

"It's also a new beginning I'm giving myself."

After saying that, he turned and nodded in the direction of the band.

The band members understood and changed instruments to prepare for the next song.

The lights in the stadium gradually changed from gold to a deeper red hue.

The melody for the next song is in the works.

The audience below the stage had not yet fully detached themselves from the emotions of the previous song.

The messages in that mole's group are completely out of control.

Sisters, did you cry?

[I cried, I couldn't hold it in... It's all Ye Chen's fault for making my makeup run from crying!]

If the entire concert is this high-quality, will I be able to enjoy other concerts in the future?

I'll buy this song as soon as it's released!

At that moment, the stage lights went out in an instant.

A brief silence fell over the stadium.

Then, a brand new melody began.

"This song..." Ye Chen paused.

On Earth, both the original and patriotic versions of "Grandma" are by the same author, but both are highly controversial.

Patriotism and love for one's daughter are two things that can be done without conflict.

However, the original author simply wanted to profit from both of these popular sources at the same time. Not only were the two versions of lyrics poorly written, but neither side was respected.

They could have prepared a new bouquet of flowers for one party, and then sent two bouquets to each party.

As a result, in order to quickly gain traffic, the author made it so that the old lady couldn't keep the flowers, and the martyr's grave was filled with second-hand flowers that had been messed with and even "stolen".

If the martyrs knew that the flowers offered to them were taken from their own grandmothers, they wouldn't be happy.

(Therefore, to avoid being "benevolently persecuted" by the people in the book's world and to avoid the "laws of heaven" descending from outside the book, the name "Ye Chen" had to be changed.)

After a brief moment of deliberation, Ye Chen declared firmly, "This song, with its vibrant color, will surely ignite a wildfire across the entire music scene! The song's name is—'Grandma'."

At this moment, on the screens on both sides of the stage.

Ye Chen's song information is also being displayed simultaneously:

Grandma

[Composer: Ye Chen]

[Arrangement: Ye Chen]

Lyrics by Ye Chen

In the broadcast studio.

Lin Xiaotang and Chen Ping exchanged a glance and quickly took out the sheet music for "Grandma".

"The second song is 'Grandma'?" Minister Chen Ping stood there, stunned.

"The lyrics to this song are simple, but the theme is very popular. I wonder how well the audience will accept it when he sings it."

Lin Xiaotang was somewhat worried.

Because songs with a strong revolutionary theme have a strong color, and their singing style, melody, and rhythm do not conform to the listening habits of contemporary young people when it comes to pop songs.

Like Ye Chen's fans, she was used to Ye Chen's love songs and naturally didn't want Ye Chen to "cross over" to sing relatively formal songs like folk and bel canto.

……

The song's prelude played softly on stage.

The entire venue gradually quieted down, with tens of thousands of people inside and outside the venue holding their breath as they watched Ye Chen's performance.

"When I was a child, I often heard people say..."

"The village entrance under the old locust tree."

"Looking after an old lady with white hair."

Inside the venue, there were Ye Chen's haters who would try to steal the microphone.

Listening to the simple melody and catchy lyrics, everyone's eyes lit up!

They all forced themselves to memorize the melody, waiting for the second verse so they could all sing along to Ye Chen.

Zhao Xiaogang, the notorious "hater" who loves to grab the microphone, was extremely surprised when he saw the song title.

Then, rubbing his hands together excitedly, he tried to entice the surrounding singers:

"This time everyone will definitely believe me, the song 'Grandma' is absolutely simple and easy to sing! We Fujian and Guangdong people are very familiar with the word 'Grandma'."

As soon as he said that, many stubborn fans around him immediately chimed in:

"Grandma's so simple and unpretentious, she must be good at singing! We'll surely learn a couple of lines of the chorus right here, and maybe even be able to sing a couple of lines together!"

"Singing along to Ye Chen's unreleased new song at his concert looks like that would unlock another new achievement!!!"

"Grandma? That sounds like the Minnan and Minbei dialect terms for grandmother or maternal grandmother, right? Ye Chen knows Minnan dialect?"

"Look at the song information! Ye Chen wrote the lyrics and music himself again?! He's making sure nobody makes a single penny off him!"

"..."

Unlike the previous song, the pauses in "Grandma" are not long.

Therefore, Ye Chen's clear singing voice never stopped on stage:

"She struggled with her bound feet."

"But they raised the orphaned child."

"Gradually, they all left home..."