In the technical department, Minister Zhang and Chen Hao were monitoring the fluctuations in the ratings. Seeing the ratings rising steadily from the start, Minister Zhang's face beamed with joy. "Hey, the station director really thought of everything. Changing the stage and sound system makes a huge difference. Let's see if we can get second place or even first tonight."
Looking at the strong upward curve, Chen Hao said, "There should be hope. We're currently in third place, but this is just the beginning. The word-of-mouth hasn't spread yet. Later on, second place is a sure thing. However, Hunan TV has a lot of big names tonight, so it might be a bit difficult for us to surpass them and take the top spot."
"Everyone needs to have dreams, otherwise what's the difference between them and a salted fish? When Fang Yang and Zheng Xiuli take the stage, they might be able to surpass Hunan TV. I've seen their performance, and the effect was absolutely amazing. Moreover, Fang Yang made headlines as soon as he came in. Maybe a lot of people are waiting for Fang Yang to take the stage."
Chen Hao was also puzzled. "That kid is really strange. Just by walking into the TV station, he's made the headlines. He's on the headlines every few days. He doesn't treat other artists like human beings at all."
Minister Zhang thought for a while, scratching his head: "It might be his first performance. Fang Yang has never been on TV before, so the audience has high expectations for his live performance. Add to that a cool stage and amazing sound effects, and it might even surpass Hunan TV."
Seeing the curve rise, Chen Hao exclaimed happily, "It's already over 1.2! This is still Yang Qianqian's song, right? Based on the timeline, it should be." Chen Hao switched the background app, "The popularity is still very high. The number of online viewers is much higher than the number of TV viewers. At least 60% of the viewership is contributed by the internet."
In Beijing, Zhou Xin and her mother were watching the Mid-Autumn Festival Gala on Shanghai TV. After watching the first few programs, Ni Sufeng sighed, "Shanghai TV has certainly innovated, and the stage is grand enough. The sound system looks like it's been upgraded. The hardware is there, but unfortunately the software is still lacking."
Zhou Xin curled her lip, "Don't blame Shanghai TV. Look at other TV stations, which one isn't like this? Take Yang Qianqian for example, she's been singing this song for almost ten years now, and she's still living off its old hits. Do you think everyone is like Fang Yang, releasing a new song every few days, and every single one of them is a classic!"
Seeing Zhou Xin's indignant look, Ni Sufeng couldn't help but laugh: "Did Fang Yang say what song he's going to sing this time?"
"I already said it, I'm going to sing a revolutionary song with Zheng Xiuli. Mom, do you think I should go sing too? I can get Fang Yang to write ten or eight classic songs for me, and I can become famous overnight!"
"Look at yourself, you're tone-deaf. I don't know who you take after, you have absolutely no musical talent."
"That's because you didn't nurture my musical talent when I was little, and now you're blaming me? Humph!"
"You brat, you've always been a tomboy in this compound, completely unruly. If it weren't for your grandpa protecting you, I would have broken your legs long ago. Tell me, which boy in this compound hasn't been bullied by you?"
"I'm not going to say anything more, Mom, look, Fang Yang is out!"
Ni Sufeng took a closer look and sure enough, Fang Yang, dressed in a white suit, slowly walked onto the stage from backstage. Tall and handsome, Fang Yang, in this suit, looked like a prince in a fairy tale, standing gracefully amidst the white mist sprayed on the stage.
On the other side of the stage, Zheng Xiuli, dressed in an evening gown, slowly approached Fang Yang through the mist, stopping when she was still five meters away.
As the prelude begins, Fang Yang's deep voice rings out: "The full moon shines on my hometown and on the border."
In the quiet night, you miss me, and I miss you too.
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On the stage screen, soldiers stationed on the frontier appeared at appropriate times, clutching their rifles tightly, their sharp eyes scanning the border of the motherland from time to time. A large full moon rose, and in the distant interior, a woman held her baby in her arms, telling the story of her heroic father.
The elderly parents looked up at the bright moon, missing their son who was far away on the border. The white hair at their temples and their aged faces did not cause their straight backs to bend in the slightest.
Time rewinds, neon lights flicker in the darkness, the city's night view is exceptionally beautiful, the bustling city is prosperous and thriving, and a line of words appears: The mountains and rivers are safe and sound, only because someone has gone to the front lines. The years are peaceful and beautiful, only because someone has borne the burden and moved forward.
Amid the clattering of drums, some elderly people sitting in the front row had tears in their eyes. Most of them were veterans who had experienced the hardships of war, and they were moved to tears as they recalled the past.
Zheng Xiuli's ethereal voice floated across the stage: The full moon shines on my hometown and the border.
In the quiet night, you miss me, and I miss you too.
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"Fang Yang's song is quite good, closely following the pulse of the times, and it is of extraordinary significance for this Mid-Autumn Festival and National Day celebration. This assigned piece has been perfectly completed!" Ni Sufeng's father, who was involved in the revolution, also spent little time with her mother. Ni Sufeng naturally understood the hardships they faced.
Zhou Xin was also proud and said happily, "Really? I knew Fang Yang wrote good songs and sang them well. Now you think so too?"
Ni Sufeng rolled her eyes at Zhou Xin, but then saw Zheng Xiuli start singing the next song. "Oh, Zheng Xiuli has another song!"
A large, full moon rose on the screen, and Fang Yang's rendition of "Prelude to Water Melody: When Will the Moon Be Bright?" slowly unfolded. Zheng Xiuli's ethereal voice resonated throughout the stage: "When will the moon be bright? I raise my cup to ask the heavens. I wonder what year it is tonight in the celestial palace?"
Upon hearing this, Zhou Xin's eyes widened in surprise: "This...this...isn't this the lyrics? Fang Yang even turned it into a song?"
Ni Sufeng listened to the song attentively and exclaimed, "From now on, wherever this song is performed at a Mid-Autumn Festival gala, Yang Qianqian will have no place!"
Zhou Xin said coquettishly, "Isn't that a good thing? The era of relying on one trick to succeed is over. The era of a hundred flowers blooming is coming. Wouldn't you have made a contribution? You should thank Fang Yang."
Ni Sufen rolled her eyes at the brat. Her daughter had grown up and was no longer so obedient. She was so much more well-behaved when she was little!
The internet was abuzz with excitement. The song "The Moon on the Fifteenth" ignited a surge of patriotic fervor, especially the line, "Our mountains and rivers are safe and sound because someone has bravely given their life. Our years are peaceful and beautiful because someone is bearing the burden." This line resonated with countless soldiers, and countless veterans echoed each other's sentiments. For the first time, the sacred word "soldier" topped the trending searches!
There are three ironclad bonds in life, and comrades-in-arms are one of them, and the most ironclad. There is no more reassuring friendship than entrusting your back to your comrades-in-arms!
As time and space surged, when Fang Yang sang two lines of the song, someone in the comrades' group was already enthusiastically recommending it. The simple lyrics and gentle tone sang out the most authentic life of soldiers, who guard the border for years or even more than ten years, leaving their wives, children and parents behind for the prosperity of the motherland and the peace and tranquility of society, standing guard at every post!
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