"Hey, this song is nice, it's better than the ones you usually hear."

"That was also sung by him!"

"What are you singing? This is a good song...and it is written about Wang Xizhi!"

"He is a student of Huaxing University."

"What are you so proud of? If you have the ability, do you take the exam?"

"I...are you working hard?"

...

Zhang Yang's appearance on the Spring Festival Gala caused many fans and audiences who had lost interest in the Spring Festival Gala to have a rare positive attitude, and they have long begun to discuss why they have not appeared yet. When he appeared on the Spring Festival Gala stage, even with the halo bonus of good students, he could not satisfy everyone, especially some old people who dislike star chasing, who felt even more disliked him.

Some elders who occasionally heard some songs that couldn't even hear the lyrics clearly were naturally even more dissatisfied. Either the New Year or the Chinese TV Spring Festival Gala, it might be true that when he appeared, someone would choose not to watch it in order to protest.

But I didn’t expect that as soon as he appeared, he sang, hey, it seemed that it was not good!

Especially when I heard this song, I actually wrote calligraphy, promoting traditional culture, which made many elderly people have a big turn on the spot, which was a bit unexpected.

At this time, the juniors at home told the students of Huaxing University, writing poetry and novels, and even the deeds of the director of Huaxing University as a friend of his age, which completely gained a large number of favors from the older generation.

Someone has finished popularizing the science for the elderly at home and almost finished singing the song. He quickly concentrates on watching TV. Seeing that the song is over, the half-moon-shaped stage that was originally rising is already falling, and he even feels a little annoyed. Why are you so unfocused?

"It has nothing to do with the moon, I'm waiting for you to reply"

"Handbooks are worthy of being ashamed of, and are not afraid of right and wrong in the world"

Zhang Yang returned to the stage, the song was approaching the end, and the copying on the background wall behind had been completed. This was naturally edited, otherwise the copying of the whole article would not be so fast.

The back wall gives a panoramic view of the entire "Preface to the Lanting Collection", but to show the beauty of the font, you can't go too far, so you only give some parts, and soon cut back to Zhang Yang.

"Good words, good words!"

"Oh, this word...tsk, tsk, elegant and flowing, round and wishful, with the wind of a great man..."

In a courtyard in the capital, the old man with white hair looked at the close-up of the copy on the TV and kept marveling. He suddenly slapped his thigh and almost jumped up, "Hey! What's going on... where are you taking pictures? Who has any good looks! Look at the words!"

"This is a performance show, not a calligraphy exhibition..." The calm-looking children smiled and comforted them.

"fart!"

If the grandchildren were not here, the old man who had retired and still had not changed his temper when he was young would almost train his mother, "If you have such good words, don't you have to be such a messy song?"

After a pause, "Song is also a good song. What are the good people? No, call the station and ask what the show is for?"

"Tell me! Every word! I've taken the words again!"

A close-up of the copying was reappeared on the TV, and the old man's attention was immediately attracted, "Oh! Oh! This word... is a good word! I have been practicing for almost twenty years! Twenty years! I can't even compare to a hair... Is this what everyone asked to write?"

"Uh... I think it's a girl, I should be a young girl..." The granddaughter reminded in a low voice with some amusement.

"That's impossible!"

The old man waved his hand confidently, "It's better than what I wrote! It must be that guy, either Gu Yutang or Lian Jiang! Or Jiang Xiaochen... or Zuo Jingguo, there are no one else!"

"...You can't even recognize who you are?" A grandson who was owed to bet would not open the pot of the pot.

"Then how could I not recognize it... Isn't this not to show it!"

The old man also had to explain in front of the younger generation, so as not to be misunderstood, he practiced for so many years and was only lonely. When he saw the annoying guy on TV finished singing the song, he walked straight to a corner of the stage. He thought that this guy was finally going to step down, but just about to speak, he heard his granddaughter "Wow!" with a very unrealistic "Wow!"

The old man looked at it again. It was fine if this guy got off the stage. He pulled his clothes, took off his shirt, threw it on the ground, and then walked to a big drum that he had placed at some point.

The old man glared behind the reading glasses: "What do you mean? You dare to throw a tantrum on me in front of the people of the whole country?"

"So handsome!"

Compared with other artists, Zhang Yang has undoubtedly put in less sweat on image management. After all, he wants to be tired of his wife when he has time, so he doesn’t have time to go to the gym to lift iron. However, he has been practicing boxing since he was a child and his foundation is still very good. After taking off the ink-style top, there is a pretty close-fitting white short shirt inside, showing a strong and sturdy figure.

"What's this for?"

At Qingcheng home, Zhang Shouyi, Fang Qianxue and Zhang Wei were all a little surprised, and they didn't understand what he suddenly went crazy.

Zhang Shouyi said: "This should be arranged, right?"

Fang Qianxue said angry and amused: "He dares to do this without having arranged it? How many heads!"

Zhang Wei curled his lips and said, "It won't be a loss of your head when you do it!"

"Hey!"

In the Su family's living room, Su Cheng became energetic again, "What is this kid doing?"

Although Lin Yiran didn't know how to make a turn, he had guessed what he was doing. He bit his lip and covered his joy in his heart, and said in an uncertain tone: "Ring the drum?"

"He can still play drums?"

Su Cheng was a little surprised, and the old man Su Yu was also a little surprised. He shook his head and sighed: "There are not many people who can use drums nowadays."

Wang Xu, who has some literary and artistic work experience, said: "Hey, young people nowadays don't like these things very much."

Lin Yiran leaned on her grandmother again and whispered: "That's the past. Since he sang "Huo Zongxia", many people have learned to use drums to accompaniment."

While speaking, Zhang Yang saw Zhang Yang walking to the big drum, put the microphone on the drum stand, pulled out two drumsticks, held them with both hands, raised them, and then fell down.

"Dong"

The decoration of the home is not luxurious according to the old man's preference. The TV was indeed replaced by Su Hui two years ago. It cost tens of thousands of yuan. The sound effect is good. The first drum sounds like thunder, with a heavy sense of power.

"Dong"

"Dong"

The figure in the TV was still motionless, and two, three, four drums sounded one after another, but it seemed like a loud sound passing by, like a tide that covered the layer by layer. The family in the living room couldn't help but gather their spirits. Even the little Suwan and Xiao Surong, who had always liked noisy, stared at it with wide eyes and serious eyes.

"Dong, dong, dongdong..."

The drums are getting louder and louder, like a thunderbolt connected in a line.

The sound of the pipa starts.

"Is this...a general's order?"

The old man Su Yu had only heard a few Chinese-style songs sung by Zhang Yang, and was unfamiliar with this song, but he heard the melody a little familiar, so Wang Xu had already asked.

Lin Yiran said: "Yes, it's changed."

Su Yu looked at the song title given on TV, "Men should be self-reliant?" and looked quite appreciative.

"Arrogant and proud laughter"

"Hot blood is better than red sunlight"

The accompaniment became more and more exciting. Until it reached its peak, Feng Zi'ang's slightly old but still tall figure appeared on the stage. His recognizable voice immediately suppressed the presence of all accompaniments to the lowest point. Even if the suona appeared on the stage, it could only be a setback in front of the old man's masculine and domineering voice.

“Eh?Cantonese?”

"What kind of song is this?"

"So...heaty!"

"I feel that Cantonese sounds better than Mandarin!"

...

Due to the consideration of promoting Mandarin, there has been no dialect songs on stages like the Spring Festival Gala for many years. Therefore, the Cantonese version of "Men Should Strengthen Self-Effort" was astonished by many people.

It is naturally a surprise for the Cantonese audiences. For other audiences, they don’t really care much, because Cantonese songs have become popular in the music industry for a long time, and have heard some more or less, and they also know how to listen to songs when they don’t understand them.

According to the original plan, he did not want Feng Zi'ang to sing Cantonese, but his Mandarin was not very good. After discussion, he took a compromise method. Feng Zi'ang sang Cantonese when he appeared on the stage, and then sang with Zhang Yang and changed Mandarin.

"The mind is a thousand feet long and the vision is long"

"Swear to work hard and be a good man"

Feng Zi'ang sang here, and the camera was given to Zhang Yang again. He put the drumstick back to his original position, picked up the microphone and walked towards the center of the stage, silently remembering the rhythm and lyrics. This song was really sung, and it was truly the first time he opened his voice in the Spring Festival Gala. He had to be careful.

"Be a good man, be self-improvement every day"

"Hot-blooded man, hotter than red sunlight"

"Let the sea and the sky gather energy for me"

If it is masculine and domineering, there is still a gap between Zhang Yang and Feng Zi'angbi. He is a person who once became a god on stage. Not to mention him, even those kings and queens were abused. However, it is a perfect innate condition. His unique singing style and singing style, coupled with plug-in assistance, makes him not at a disadvantage even if he has such a level of duet.

With the momentum obtained by taking off your clothes and beating the drums, and the release of your own emotions, these sentences are sung. When the energy is finally gathered, the momentum in the singing is still shocking thousands of households even if it is played through the TV. On this cold winter New Year's Eve, it makes people excited and excited.

In the Beijing courtyard, the old man who just despised this guy who delayed his appreciation of calligraphy took a breath, his expression was very wonderful, "Oh! Tsk, Tsk... I didn't expect it!"

"How about it, I'll just say he sings well?" Seeing this, my granddaughter immediately found justice for her favorite idol.

"Um……"

The old man nodded, "It's a little worse than Feng Zi'ang...but it's already rare."

"He also wrote this song "Men Should Be Self-Enhancing"!"

The old man stared at the TV, nodded frequently, and suddenly slapped his thighs, "You said he could write and sing such good songs? Why do he always sing those whispers? He is ungrateful and bastard!"

It was two o'clock in the morning when he got home. Zhang Wei had already gone to bed. His parents were still waiting, with hot dumplings and happy faces. When he first entered the door, Zhang Shouyi and Fang Qianxue were obviously a little sleepy. However, when he watched his son eat, he told him about his feelings when watching TV, as well as the old man and Zhang Shouxin's phone calls, and listened to his real experiences in the Spring Festival Gala. He didn't feel sleepy. He talked until after three o'clock.

Zhang Yang took a nap on the plane. He was a little more energetic. After washing up, he lay on the bed and couldn't sleep for a while. After entering the door, he replied to Lin Yiran. Unexpectedly, he received a reply and quickly asked her to sleep. At this time, he couldn't sleep with the lonely pillow, so he had to ask Luoshen to send him to the loneliness. As a result, Luoshen ignored people and had to use his mobile phone to see how he praised him on the Internet. After showing off for a while, he finally fell asleep.
To be continued...