The song finished playing.
More and more people gathered to watch.
A sense of sadness also permeated the crowd.
Many people who didn't understand also rushed over, wondering what had happened and why everyone was crying.
Perhaps one might wonder which important figure suddenly collapsed here?
Many people also went to the table to order food and drink beer so they could watch TV.
Passion was already burning in their hearts.
I wish I could sprout wings and fly south to fight those monkeys.
With tears streaming down her face, Su Ya said to Xing Baohua, "Will my cousin be alright?"
"What could possibly happen? It must be in the rear," Xing Baohua said reassuringly.
Suddenly, Zou Wenjuan seemed to recall a sentence and asked Su Ya, "The song on TV just now was about your cousin."
Seeing Su Ya nod, Zou Wenjuan suddenly looked at Xing Baohua and asked, "Did you write this song too?"
Xing Baohua really didn't want to admit it, but Su Ya knew about it. And he didn't know if the TV show would rebroadcast it; his name would probably be on it.
Regardless, Geng Ling has definitely become famous, extremely famous.
Previously, he was probably still in the reserve team, but after this song, he will definitely have a starting position in the national team in two years.
If I have time, I'll give her two more songs, put them on cassette tapes, and sell them. That should help her establish herself.
Where should I put the cassette tape of this song?
The two girls thought Xing Baohua was worried about Geng Ling with a troubled expression. Little did they know that he was actually worried about which album to put Geng Ling's songs on for best sales.
This is money! And it's my own song. It's a pity Geng Ling isn't here, and I don't know when she'll be back. Otherwise, I would have released an album for her too.
The television was still playing, showing many seemingly ordinary scenes, including a group of people cheering in the distant desert.
A giant fireball appeared in the sky, as dazzling as the sun, surrounded by mushroom-shaped clouds.
Many people may have seen it in newspapers, but the visual effect is probably something many are seeing for the first time.
This is the strength and power of the nation.
It intimidates those who want to bully us. It is both a protector and a killer.
A massive maritime escort fleet appeared on the vast ocean, its fluttering red flags so dazzling and proud.
Steelworkers, car engineers, and even engineers standing beneath rockets.
Every scene and every frame showcases the strength of our nation.
Finally, many pigeons flew around the square, and a group of innocent and lovely children ran among them, laughing and talking, holding flowers in their hands.
Suddenly, the scene changed again.
A grand symphony began.
The intro alone is enough to get your blood pumping.
With murderous eyes and rows of well-formed formations, as those eyes turn, you can see an even greater giant.
"Hello, comrade..."
"salute"
The neat three-stage salute to the shoulder is known as the coolest move in history.
Those who understand this know that this is a Peking University reading passage.
The bass singers in the chorus seemed to be telling a story in a contemplative manner.
In the vast sea of people, which one am I?
Which wave am I amidst the surging spray?
...
I don't need you to know me, and I don't crave your knowledge of me.
I dedicate my youth to the rivers and streams of my motherland.
..."
The film, the music, the song played at 8 o'clock—this alone demonstrates the importance placed on it by the higher authorities; it's a gift to celebrate National Day.
Let us sing praises to those who silently defend the borders and build our motherland.
Without their contributions, we would not be as powerful as we are today.
No one knows their names, and no one will remember them. Perhaps many years later, a list will appear detailing the amazing things they did.
In our army conquering the universe, we never intended to conquer anyone. We simply wanted them to know of our awesome existence.
Xing Baohua picked up a bottle of wine, looked up at the brilliant starry sky, and paid tribute to them.
I may never meet them in this life, but I will definitely meet them in the cemetery.
"I saw your name on it. Did you write this song too?" Zou Wenjuan asked, pointing to the TV.
Xing Baohua nodded silently.
"Will those songs you gave me be on TV too?" Zou Wenjuan asked.
"I estimate, probably, it'll happen sooner or later. Why would I be afraid of embarrassing myself by not singing well?" Xing Baohua said with a slight smile.
"Can't you just speak properly?" Su Ya said to him from the side.
"Don't think too much about it. You probably won't be on TV this year. Just focus on singing well on the tapes and getting more sales. I'd like you to sell a few more tapes!" Xing Baohua said tentatively.
I don't know what Zou Wenjuan's mindset is now. Does she want to be famous on TV or is she afraid of being on TV?
We need to get to the bottom of this.
If she's afraid of appearing on TV, then she can stay away for now. Just release songs; whether she appears on TV when the time comes is not up to her. Otherwise, how will she increase her exposure and become a superstar?
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Let's work on it for now, and try it out when the band is a bit more proficient.
Sigh, there are so many things to worry about. Just thinking about the band makes me angry.
Xing Baohua only has two songs; I guess she'll switch to other programs later.
Now that we've finished eating, it's time to leave.
If we don't leave soon, we'll be completely surrounded, and people are still rushing towards us.
After paying the bill, Xing Baohua helped Zou Wenjuan push her bicycle out; luckily, it was big enough to squeeze people in.
We'll pull Su Ya out again later.
The three walked for a while, and Xing Baohua said, "How about I take Su Ya home first, and then take you home?"
He said this to Zou Wenjuan, after all, the bicycle belonged to her.
"ah!"
"Ah! What?! It's decided just like that. You sit in the back, and Su Ya sits in the front." After Xing Baohua finished speaking, he gestured for Su Ya to sit in the front of the bicycle.
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