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

"Smoke drifted by."

"The firewood used for cooking bent my back."

"It wasn't just firewood that bent her."

Ye Chen's lyrics are simple, yet her writing is deeply affectionate, as if she has stepped into the inner world of her grandmother.

Those in the industry who were invited as guests were like seeing an old woman with white hair and bound feet standing under a crooked locust tree at the entrance of a village.

She stood guard at the village entrance, as if hoping for something, or waiting for something.

Why does this old lady only guard the village entrance? It seems she has bound feet and can't leave the village.

But what does this have to do with the orphan leaving home?

What exactly is it that's bending Grandma down?

They couldn't understand it because Ye Chen hadn't explained it.

"Sigh~ the quality of this song..." Li Shuyuan frowned slightly. "This child is still stuck in the comfort zone of pop songs and mainstream singing styles."

Upon hearing this, Professor Zhang felt a slight pang in his heart: "Could it be that I misjudged him? He's such a promising talent."

"Tch~" Wu Yifan scoffed. "Old Zhang, this Ye Chen is just a pop singer!"

"I think Ye Chen has long since run out of ideas and is just putting on a show of patriotism."

"Look at him now, putting on this act again. Ha, what era are we living in? Still using bound feet!"

While he was complaining about Ye Chen's incompetence, he was also randomly pinching the waist of the assistant in the cheongsam.

His arrogant and boastful words meant that few people in the special guest area even gave him a second glance.

But when the words reached Zhang Rui, his eyes lit up!

Yeah, how come I didn't think of this angle of patriotic showmanship?

He slapped his thigh and gave Wu Yifan a thumbs up:

"What 'little superstar'? He's just popular for his love songs. Otherwise, how could Ye Chen, who sings such catchy pop songs, have such a high status!"

"I think Ye Chen is just too tired to continue his career and wants to make a quick buck by relying on his connections before retiring from the entertainment industry! He just wants to make the most of his fans before he leaves!"

"Otherwise, why is it that his melody is good, but the lyrics are so ordinary?!"

Zhang Rui's novel perspective immediately planted seeds of doubt in the minds of many colleagues in the industry.

After all, he's about to retire from the entertainment industry, so why would he suddenly change to a new song at his concert?

It's one of those new songs that's just riding the coattails of the "red" trend!

This makes it hard not to arouse their suspicion.

at the same time.

Ye Chen's clear, deep, and melodious voice continued to play:

"War rages outside the mountains."

"She always looked into the distance with tears in her eyes."

She counted the days on her fingers every day...

"His eyes were still expectant."

With only four days to prepare, stage effects and screen video materials were insufficient to support the project.

Therefore, Ye Chen puts extra emotion into her performance:

She saw them off one after another.

"Heading towards the distant flames of war,"

"They're all gone~"

Even amidst the fast-paced chorus, Ye Chen's voice remained filled with sorrow.

At the same time, the band's principal conductor gestured to a corner of the group. The trumpeters, who had been waiting for a long time, immediately began to blow their bugles:

"Beep beep beep!..."

The high-pitched, stirring, and continuous bugle call immediately resounded throughout the entire stadium!

Upon hearing the bugle call to charge, Ye Chen choked up, almost losing control of his emotions.

Special guest area.

Several guests had tears welling up in their eyes.

The bugle call Ye Chen made was like a switch to trigger tears! As soon as they heard the bugle call, tears would well up in their eyes.

Zhang Yiming's head felt like it was about to split open!

"They actually sang a revolutionary song in the style of a pop song!"

He stared at Ye Chen on the stage from afar, his eyes filled with disbelief!

Using pop songs to write revolutionary songs... Ye Chen, you bastard... you really dare to do that!

After a moment, he turned to Professor Zhang for confirmation: "Professor Zhang, have there been any previous cases of writing revolutionary songs in a popular style?"

To his surprise, when he turned his head, he saw Professor Zhang staring wide-eyed at Ye Chen on the stage, his eyes wide with disbelief.

"Professor Zhang? Do you have any cases...?" Zhang Yiming gently patted the other person.

"A case study?" Professor Zhang wiped away tears, somewhat bewildered. "Combining revolutionary songs with popular music is unique in the music scene! Where would I get a case study?!"

Wu Yifan was stunned!

You, a music professor for over thirty years, say Ye Chen's music is unique in the music scene?! Just based on Ye Chen's straightforward lyrics?

The lyrics to this song are simple, and he finds it difficult to accept Professor Zhang's assertion.

Wu Yifan sat there, listening to their conversation, his face showing shock that turned into resentment.

He opened his mouth, wanting to say something in rebuttal.

But it felt like something was stuck in my throat, and I couldn't utter a single word.

On the contrary, the female assistant in the cheongsam next to her had tears falling in a steady stream onto her round thighs covered by the cheongsam.

Wu Yifan caught a glimpse of this scene out of the corner of his eye, and felt even more irritated!

Even his own people were moved to tears, so what right did he have to step on Ye Chen?

"Just for a song with such mediocre lyrics? Professor Zhang, aren't you giving him too much credit?"

Wu Yifan forced out a sentence, but Professor Zhang ignored him.

"Shuyuan, what do you think...?" Professor Zhang called out softly to Li Shuyuan.

"Shut up," Li Shuyuan said, glaring at her. "Let me finish."

at the same time.

There were more than 10,000 fans at the scene, and most of them couldn't hold back their tears when they heard the bugle call.

Like a flood bursting its banks, cries, sobs, and choked shouts surged up from all directions.

"Waaaaah... Why did Chen Tang have to be so cruel... 'Outside the mountains, she sent one after another to their deaths', I'm really crying my eyes out..."

"Why would I even bother grabbing the microphone... Is it even human to grab the microphone for a song like this? Nobody's allowed to grab it today! Anyone who does will have to fight me!"

"My grandfather was a soldier in the Korean War. He came back alive, but his leg was crippled. When I was little, I was ignorant and even complained that he walked too slowly... I must play this song for him when I go back... I want to tell him I'm sorry in person..."

"Ye Chen! Thank you! I thank you on behalf of my grandfather! My grandfather was also a veteran, and he just passed away last year."

As soon as he shouted those words, another wave of weeping erupted around him.

……

Meanwhile, in the broadcast studio.

"!!!" Chen Ping suddenly stood up.

His hands trembled as he held the playlist: "This, this bugle call... it's simply a stroke of genius!"

Tears welled in Chen Ping's eyes as he turned to Lin Xiaotang: "You approved using this bugle call at the concert?"

"No, I don't know." Lin Xiaotang was startled by him, and then her palms were sweaty.

"The department reviews the written information; there are no special restrictions on the instruments used in the performance."

After a moment of silence, Chen Ping suggested, "Report to the ministry first, and then we'll see what the leadership thinks."

Since concerts are medium to large-scale gatherings, the purpose of registration is to prevent incidents like the "failed art student" incident.

Although Ye Chen did not give a "speech", he used the sound of bugles as accompaniment, which is unique in the music scene.

While they cannot draw definitive conclusions, the necessary procedures must be followed.

After a brief exchange of glances, the two men reported the situation to their respective superiors.

……

on the stage.

Ye Chen has entered the final stage.

There wasn't a large-scale sing-along among the "haters" inside the venue.

Because they were crying so hard, they didn't have time to grab the microphone!

The final section features a strong drum rhythm.

At this moment, Ye Chen's voice was like a burning red flame, igniting a surge of intense emotions!

She saw them off one after another.

"The flames of war that rushed to the distance have all gone."

What's on the other side of the mountain?

It was the adopted son's persistence.

"They are the lights of every household that they are meant to protect."

What's on the other side of the river?

"It is the spirit of the martyrs."

"It was the new China that they fought and died to protect."