After they learned the truth, everyone was filled with respect for Chen Feng.
Even more remarkable figures commented that Chen Feng, this young man, has a limitless future.
Ye Changqing is staying in a mysterious place in Kyoto. This year, he has turned down all events and invitations, wanting to be alone.
Out of boredom, he kept an eye on the internet. When he saw the reversal in the Chen Feng incident, he looked expressionlessly at the fireworks display in the city and muttered to himself, "The human heart is the greatest power."
The Spring Festival Gala is in full swing, and whether Chen Feng's case is reversed or not, it actually has little impact on the country.
Half the time passed quickly. During this period, the singing, dancing, and Zhao Benshan's skit were all well-received by the audience. Next up was Liu Qian's magic show.
It also made many viewers very fond of it, but their faces were always full of anticipation.
The internet is in an uproar.
"Hurry up, I want the Wind God to come up on stage, I want to see him and kowtow to him, I misunderstood him, I'm sorry."
"What the hell is the Spring Festival Gala doing? Why do they have to leave my Fengshen (Chen Feng) for last? Hurry up and let him go up and sing! At worst, you can skip all the other programs and let Chen Feng sing for two hours to guarantee a record-breaking ratings."
"What the person upstairs said makes sense. I don't understand why they would invite so many celebrities to sing when they already have Fengshen. Can you even listen to their songs? Apart from their skits and magic tricks, which are not bad, they are all garbage."
"Call out loudly for Chen Feng to come on stage and sing, and we will kowtow and confess our sins in front of the television."
"+1, I'm so tired from deleting all my previous comments, I'll never dare to be disrespectful to Fengshen again."
"What should we do? The outcry is too loud. Should we cancel a few songs and let Chen Feng sing a few more?"
Feng Xiaogang asked Ouyang Feng in the backstage command room of the Spring Festival Gala.
"If you can get him to agree, you can cancel the rest of the program and give it to him alone."
Ouyang Feng said absentmindedly, knowing that it was impossible. People don't even want to come to the Spring Festival Gala, and you still want them to sing? What a joke.
"Then what should we do? Should we really put it last?"
"Are you the director or am I? How would I know? If you really can't figure it out, don't read online comments."
Ouyang Feng was very annoyed.
"But the leaders above said we should pay more attention to public opinion, understand what the audience wants to see, and connect more with public opinion."
Feng Xiaogang said.
"Don't tell me, figure it out yourself, damn it."
Ouyang Feng stood up, went outside to smoke, feeling annoyed.
At this moment, no one noticed that a thirty-second video had quickly gone viral online, and was spreading like wildfire at an extremely rapid pace.
Looking at the comments below, almost all of them are selfies of people crying uncontrollably. There are no words, yet you can immediately understand what they are trying to say.
What kind of video can bring countless people to tears? It is naturally the video of those who go against the wind to protect thousands of households, the video of them bravely moving forward regardless of their own lives.
It's a video secretly filmed by a young driver as Liu Wei and his team rush into the inferno. It's a video of countless firefighters, countless people who brave the wind and rain to protect their country, smiling.
"Really, I don't know what to say anymore. It's hard to express the feeling that's so tightly blocked in my heart. They are the most adorable people in the world."
"A tribute, it's so touching it brings tears to my eyes. Young people who like pretty boys, K-pop oppas, and Japanese pop idols, take a good look. These are the people you should follow for a lifetime. They are so handsome and great."
"Tonight is Lunar New Year's Eve, a day for family reunion. We are at home with our loved ones, wives and children, enjoying delicious food. But tonight, they are facing a life-or-death test. They also have parents, children and wives. When I think of this, I can't stop my tears. When you see these young men, please remember to give them more care and love."
"I am from Yungang, so everyone can rest assured. Tonight, countless people from Yungang have spontaneously organized themselves to carry supplies to the periphery of the fire zone. We will give them whatever they need, and we will stay with them until they stop fighting, so that they know that the people and the masses are always watching them and are proud of them."
In a corner of a city, Wang Jiajia, a high school senior, watched a video of firefighters, tears streaming down her face. She typed many words in the comment box, but eventually deleted them line by line, because she realized that in front of them, no matter how eloquent the words were, they were superfluous.
Influence is Chen Feng's twilight; perhaps it was unintentional, perhaps it was just a casual act.
She clicked on Chen Feng's account, which she had been silently following, and then tagged him.
This is what she said: "Dear Brother Chen Feng, hello! I am a junior in college, seventeen years old this year. Today is New Year's Eve. I saw a video, and after watching it, I couldn't calm down for a long time."
They walk alone in the darkness, against the light; they are firefighters, border soldiers, anti-drug police officers, and countless others who protect us tonight. They are heroes in the darkness. I so wish you could write a song just for them.
Finally, she added the video URL to the end and sent it out.
After sending it out, she had a little bit of expectation, but not much. After all, Chen Feng already had 300 million fans, and her message would most likely disappear without a trace.
Besides, who is Chen Feng? How could he possibly agree to a request from a high school student? Wang Jiajia smiled and even joked about it online.
"Wow, that's exactly what I was thinking. It feels like the music industry needs to write a song for these heroes who walk alone in the dark, preferably one that everyone sings."
"Yes, it would be great if there were a song like that, so that at least they wouldn't feel lonely."
"There seem to be similar songs, but they're from overseas, but we can still use them."
"Your mother upstairs is dead. If you want to use it, go ahead and use it. There are over a billion people in China, and you still need to use foreign songs."
It can be said that Chen Feng's reputation on the internet has been completely reversed at this moment, and the firefighters in the 30-second reverse video have also touched the hearts of countless people.
When their parents and relatives saw this scene, they burst into tears, filled with pride and joy, but also with worry.
At the Spring Festival Gala, after another dance performance, the host went on stage and joked that there was a lot of positive feedback online and in the Gala's comment section.
"What do you all say is the most popular opinion?"
"Chen Feng!"
The audience erupted in cheers and excitement, while those in the front rows whispered amongst themselves, seemingly discussing who Chen Feng was.
Meanwhile, the protagonist, Chen Feng, had already disappeared from the Spring Festival Gala venue and gone backstage.
After he found Ouyang Feng and explained his purpose, Feng Xiaogang and Ouyang Feng were almost overjoyed and cried tears of joy, because they had been suffering for this matter and Chen Feng had given them a timely help.
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