Chapter 202 200. When you are old and your hair is gray...
Many people felt a surprise.
Wang Cheng's new song...
Who wouldn't look forward to it?
Who wouldn't want to hear it?
Those who can grab tickets to watch the concert on the spot, who doesn’t like Wang Cheng’s works very much? Like Wang Cheng's performance?
So, when it was heard that Wang Cheng might be singing a new song, there were some screams immediately.
"Ah...Wang Cheng..."
"Wang Cheng, is there a new song?"
"marvelous…"
"This ticket is worth..."
…
Han Xiao, Wen Yixiao, Zhu Ziqi and others also had pleasant faces full of surprises, and they all stared at Wang Cheng.
Song Xue said to Wen Yixiao: "Wang Cheng did this on a temporary basis? It seems that the organizer is completely unprepared!"
The gossip teammate said excitedly: "This proves that the old cadre is awesome. A new song is at your fingertips. By the way, the old cadre has forgotten that he still has a farewell song that has not been recorded and uploaded. Many people are waiting for it..."
Wen Yixiao didn't speak, but waved to Wang Cheng, hoping to make Wang Cheng take a look at her.
Zhu Ziqi happened to be sitting next to the three of them, and was also waving at Wang Cheng...
Unfortunately, Wang Cheng didn't even look at them. He just took the guitar and adjusted the guitar there, ignoring them and all the other screaming people.
Han Xiao is the calmest, because she sees Wang Cheng every day, runs, walks and eats with Wang Cheng, and she feels that she is happy enough.
However, when she heard what Wen Yixiao said about the farewell, she remembered that director Guo Shouxin called her yesterday and asked her to tell Wang Cheng to upload the farewell recording as soon as possible!
Penguin Music has urged me many times...
Han Xiao was so happy when he saw Wang Cheng that he forgot about it.
At this time, she remembered, and immediately regretted agreeing to Guo Shouxin.
Because, if Wang Cheng sings a new song today, she believes that before the concert is over, she may receive a call from Guo Shouxin...
Dangdangdang...
Wang Cheng Weiwei was tuning this unfamiliar guitar, concentrating on his own world, not paying attention to everyone on the scene.
That focused look, the temperament exuded from the body, coupled with the bonus of appearance, really made all the men and women in the front row reluctant to look away.
Chen Yuqi said in a low voice: "For the first time, I really have a question, why can a person be so good-looking? I never care about other people's appearance, but I really want to say that Wang Cheng's appearance and temperament really make me I think it's so pretty."
Jiang Han shook his head: "I also want to know the answer to this question, Mr. Yu, what do you think?"
Yu Hong's eyes were also on Wang Cheng, his thoughts were in a trance, and he said unconsciously: "Maybe it's the temperament that comes from the depths of the soul, as well as the natural and perfect appearance, coupled with the absolute self-confidence and arrogance brought by talent. Leng, to be honest, I can’t even find people like him in books, they only exist in fantasy, and I can’t even write about them.”
The four of them are all well-educated people. Whether it is historical documents or literary novels, they have read countless books, but they have never read or read about an almost perfect existence like Wang Cheng.
"Mr. Yu, just now Wang Cheng took a look at you before he wanted to sing a new song. Tell me, did he write a song for you? I heard from the gossip that when Wang Cheng was in the Tomorrow Idol program group, he saw The Ocean Girls group from Singapore came to ask for autographs, so they wrote a poem for them, and it is said that the standard is still very high, and it was the first autograph and poem that Wang Cheng gave.”
Chen Yuqi whispered: "I just don't know the truth!"
Yu Hong was stunned for a moment, then shook his head: "Most things in the entertainment industry are rumored. He is only nineteen years old. Where did he get the talent and energy to write poetry? Poetry is not writing songs. You can do whatever you want. Inspiration When you come here, you just put together the notes. There is no strong literary foundation for writing poems, and you can’t write them even if you have inspiration, so you can only hold back..."
"Yu Qi, you come from a scholarly family. You have been studying since you were a child. You know almost all the cultural masters in the Beijing area. You are now a doctoral student in the Chinese Department of Beijing University. I ask you to write a poem now. Can you write it?"
Chen Yuqi smiled, shook her head and said, "Stop using me as an example."
Although she participated in the poetry competition in Beijing, she also published a collection of poems.
However, she knows that her own weight, that is, the level of a fledgling, may be considered top-notch among young people, but compared with the older generation of literary masters, she is really nothing, and her background is far worse. That is to say, the literary world has also been withered in the past few years, so she can win top-notch awards at such a level.
If she was born fifty or sixty years ago, or seven or eighty years ago, her current level would be nothing.
Let her write a poem now, she may only be able to compose a doggerel, but she dare not send out such a doggerel to meet people, but it can entertain Yu Hong and the others...
Jiang Han also shook his head slightly: "It should be a rumor. However, the twins of Ocean Girl may really be fans of Wang Cheng's fans. I saw them on the first day. I saw them again just now. They should be in Three or four rows! Maybe they came yesterday..."
Yu Hong was a little speechless. He didn’t know what magical power Wang Cheng’s concert had. It fascinated top Nanyang girl group groups like Ocean Girls, and they came to the concert for three days in a row!
But at this time, in the inconspicuous fourth row, the ocean girl group Li Canghai and Li Qiushui were indeed standing there in a low-key manner, wearing disc hats that covered most of their faces, but they still stood on their feet. Waving to Wang Cheng.
Ding Ding Ding...
At this time.
Wang Cheng's hand gently slid over the guitar strings, and a burst of crisp and soothing music came out, which was no longer the messy and chaotic music during the debugging just now.
When everyone heard this music, their hearts instantly warmed up, and then the scene gradually quieted down.
In less than ten seconds, everyone closed their mouths, stopped talking, and stopped making a sound. All eyes were fixed on the front of the stage, facing Wang Cheng who was 60,000 people.
Wang Cheng also closed his eyes lightly, his fingers slid over the guitar strings, and he sang softly into the microphone in a soothing and warm rhythm.
"When you get old, your hair turns gray."
"Drowsy..."
"When you are old and can't walk anymore."
"Napping by the fire, recalling youth."
"How many people have loved your youthful and joyful moments."
"Admiration for your beauty, fake or real."
"Only one loves your pious soul."
"Love the wrinkles on your old face..."
Singing softly, Wang Cheng's singing sounds like an old man whispering. Every word and every note seems to contain endless stories and feelings.
Let every audience at the scene feel that they have fallen into a warm daily picture.
Especially the audience in the first few rows can look at Wang Cheng closely, and can clearly feel the aura that seems to emanate from the depths of the soul on Wang Cheng...
Yu Hong and Chen Yuqi, who were just two meters away from Wang Cheng, were completely lost in an instant. They stared blankly at Wang Cheng, who was singing with his eyes closed, and were completely caught up in the song and breath that Wang Cheng made for them. of a picture.
Not far away, Zhu Ziqi, Wen Yixiao, Han Xiao, Song Xue and others also widened their eyes and looked at Wang Cheng in surprise.
Wen Yixiao's pretty face was flushed with excitement, and she murmured the lyrics sung by Wang Cheng in a low voice: "How many people once loved your youthful and joyous moments, and admired your beauty, whether fake or sincere."
"There is only one person who still loves your pious soul and the wrinkles on your old face..."
While reciting the lyrics, Wen Yixiao couldn't help but two lines of tears flowed on her face. Looking at Wang Cheng, who was slowly playing the guitar with her eyes closed as if lost in memories, she said loudly: "Wang Cheng, that person It must be me! I would like to see the wrinkles on your old face and grow old with you!"
However, Wen Yixiao was still afraid of too many people at the scene, so he didn't dare to shout out to Wang Cheng. Only Song Xue, Han Xiao, and Zhu Ziqi around heard it.
Han Xiao didn't go to see Wen Yixiao, but looked at Wang Cheng excitedly, her eyes almost overflowing with water. She believed that Wang Cheng sang this song to her.
Zhu Ziqi yelled directly at Wang Cheng: "Wang Cheng, I am willing to grow old with you!"
Many people around have heard this sentence.
However, not many people care.
Everyone's attention is still on Wang Cheng.
Even Zheng Wenzhong, who came to the concert again, had a calm face at this time. He didn't talk to his new net red girlfriend around him, and they looked at Wang Cheng quietly together.
...
Young and frivolous, he debuted successfully, climbed to the top step by step, and finally founded his own entertainment group, invested a lot of real estate and stocks, and finally accumulated a fortune of over 10 billion when he died. He is definitely the most successful self-made man in the entertainment industry.
Unfortunately, in the end, I still left with endless regrets.
Faces flashed in my mind.
The emotions contained in Wang Cheng's voice became more complicated.
"When you are old, your eyebrows droop."
"The lights are dim and uncertain."
"The wind blows, your news."
"This is the song in my heart."
…
backstage.
Shen Shenghui stood there watching Wang Cheng on the stage. He didn't go to the auditorium to experience it today, but stood in the background to watch. Looking at Wang Cheng on the stage and listening to Wang Cheng's singing, his face was full of immersion.
Standing next to Shen Shenghui was a handsome middle-aged man, wearing casual clothes, looking at Wang Cheng's back with deep eyes, and whispered to Shen Shenghui: "Director Shen, Wang Cheng decided to sing this song just now?"
Shen Shenghui glanced at the middle-aged man, then nodded: "Well, this is out of our plan. In fact, Wang Cheng's performances these days are just repeated. He never thought about singing new songs, and we can't force him to play Sing a new song at the concert...Brother Fei, why did you remember to come to see Wang Cheng's concert today?"
This middle-aged man is exactly Rubik's Cube Entertainment's former big brother, super giant Hu Fei, a superstar who has been successful in the domestic film and television field for 20 years, and now has more than 70 million fans. Among the super giants, Also belongs to the top three.
However, Wang Cheng now has about 90 million fans, and Hu Fei can only rank fourth.
Hu Fei clapped his hands lightly, looked at Wang Cheng and said, "What an amazingly talented young man. The biggest event in Shanghai right now is Wang Cheng's concert. Everyone knows it and everyone is discussing it, so I'm also curious to take a look, it happens to be on vacation for the last month."
"I have heard for a long time that Wang Cheng's strength and talent are astonishing. Only after watching the scene once did I realize that his strength and talent are even more astonishing than the legends."
"I like his farewell and this song very much, but I don't know when I can download it..."
Shen Shenghui smiled and said, "Then I'll remind you."
Hu Fei waved his hands hastily: "Don't, don't mention my name, I'm just an ordinary audience fan, just like what he said in an interview with Lin Mi yesterday, no one owes anyone between us, why should I rush he?"
Of course, Hu Fei’s main reason is that he doesn’t want to participate in the struggle between Wang Cheng and the company. He just wants to be alone and develop himself with peace of mind, but his career will be fine.
He is not interested in the fight between Wang Cheng and Rubik's Cube Entertainment. Whoever wins or loses has no effect on him.
A gleam of light flashed in Shen Shenghui's eyes, and he smiled without saying a word.
Of course he knows what Hu Fei is thinking, because this is an important reason why Hu Fei became popular in the industry when he debuted, and then he has been improving for twenty years--people, he has no conflicts with anyone, and then he can make his film and television roles the best. Well, this will definitely be an evergreen tree in the circle.
Shen Shenghui thought about Qin Mo asking Qin Yuhai to invest in filming, and said with a smile: "By the way, Xiao Mo wants to be a director recently, and wants to direct the filming by himself, and may send you an invitation at that time, hahaha, don't take it back It's a matter, she's just playing."
Hu Fei was stunned when he heard Qin Mo, and then he smiled and said, "I see, I happen to have time in the last month. If I just go to make a cameo appearance, I won't refuse. If there are too many roles, I can only say yes She said sorry. I will join the group in a month, and I don't have so much time to film her scenes."
Shen Shenghui smiled and said, "It would be great to make a cameo appearance, thank you Brother Fei..."
Wang Cheng's singing still spread throughout the audience.
The hot scene two days ago has become extremely quiet now. More than 60,000 people in the field and tens of thousands of people outside the field kept quiet...
"When you get old, your hair turns gray."
"Drowsy."
"When you are old and can't walk anymore."
"Napping by the fire, recalling youth."
"How many people have loved you when you were young and happy."
"Admiration for your beauty, fake or sincere."
"Only one loves your pious soul."
"Love the wrinkles on your old face."
"When you are old, your eyebrows droop."
"The lights are dim and uncertain."
"The wind blows, your news."
"This is the song in my heart."
At this time, Wang Cheng opened his eyes, glanced at Yu Hong, then at Wen Yixiao and the others, and then sang softly: "When I am old, I really hope."
"This song is for you..."
Finish singing.
Wang Cheng put down the guitar, holding it with one hand and leaning on it beside him, exuding melancholy and sadness from his body.
The scene was also quiet for a few seconds...
burst out suddenly.
It seemed that the volcano that had been suppressed for thousands of years suddenly erupted.
(end of this chapter)