You Made Me a Superstar

   Chapter 373 Sister will not harm you

   August 1st.

   Army Day.

  Although there are still a few hours before the [Zhang Xia Artistic Achievement Concert] starts, there are already a lot of people outside the Huaxia National Theater.

   CCTV, Hunan Satellite TV, Yanjing Satellite TV…

   Countless news reporters shuttled through the crowd, recording every scene outside the scene in real time during the heat wave.

   This is the most prestigious performance in the Huaxia music circle, and it is an unprecedented grand occasion in the Huaxia art world!

  Through the window.

   The host of CCTV news channel Zhang Zimeng looked at the crowd outside. Even though she had seen the wind and waves, her heart inevitably flashed a little bit of excitement.

   This concert is no less important than CCTV News. Every guest, every audience member, and even every singer standing on the stage is the most authoritative figure in China.

   "How is the preparation of the manuscript?"

"almost!"

   "Can you unscript?"

   "Well, yes."

   "Rehearse here now?"

"it is good."

   Another host's voice came from his ear.

Another host, Li Guohui, is an old veteran of the documentary channel in Taili. He just retired the year before. He should have enjoyed his old age. When he learned that there was such a palace-level music event in the art circle, he immediately started. Contact Zhang Xia and hope to contribute to Zhang Xia's concert.

   Zhang Zimeng nodded after seeing Li Guohui's invitation, then put down the manuscript, and began to confront Li Guohui with the manuscript.

   Two hours later...

   The two checked the script and rehearsed it. After confirming that the stage was correct, they left the office together.

   When I walked into the theater, I happened to hear a burst of chorus.

  The two stopped and watched for a while, and when they were about to find a place to sit down, they saw an old man about eighty years old walking over step by step.

Next to    were two guards with serious expressions.

   When they saw the old man, the two of them were instantly in awe, and they walked over to greet the old man immediately.

   "Hello, Chief."

   "Oh, hello, sit, sit, sit... It's going to be hard tonight."

   "It's not hard, it's not hard."

  The old man seemed very happy after seeing the two of them, and greeted them kindly to sit down, and then smiled and chatted with Li Guohui about some parental troubles.

   A person who belongs to the senior level in the stage is like a junior in front of the old man. Although he is not flattered, he is extremely humble, and every word is respectful.

   "Grandma Liu!"

   After chatting for a while, Zhang Zimeng subconsciously stood up again when she saw a figure approaching from the other side.

"Hello."

  Compared to the hearty and cordial expression of the old man, the expression of the old man named Grandma Liu seemed a little dull. After nodding to Zhang Zimeng, he sat next to the old man.

   "Isn't it impossible to tell?" The old man glanced at the old lady and smiled.

   "Come and see old friends, take a look, take a look less." The old lady did not look at the old man, but silently looked at the stage.

   On the stage, Zhang Xia obviously saw the old lady and the old man, so she brought people over immediately after the rehearsal.

  The two sides are very familiar, and they will inevitably talk about some glorious years in the past. After chatting for a while, the old man glanced at the crowd as if he had noticed something: "This girl, Xiao Song, is not here today?"

   "Come here, I'm helping Xiao Zhou sort out the score in the background now..." Zhang Xia replied with a smile.

   "Oh?" The old man was stunned, but he didn't react for a while: "Which Xiao Zhou? Could it be Xiao Song's new object?"

   "Haha... Just an ordinary friend, because everyone is rehearsing, and Xiao Zhou needs someone to help with things, so I temporarily asked the girl to come over to help Xiao Zhou, be an assistant..."

   "Oh, that's good, young people are just everywhere..." The old man smiled a little at first, then as if thinking of something, the smile began to stiffen slowly, and eventually faded away.

   A few minutes later, when Zhang Xia and others finished chatting and started to get busy on stage again, the old man glanced at the old lady next to him.

   "Is An Xiao here?"

   "I didn't come here today. Recently, I'm helping to review several articles in the textbook... In September, this batch of textbooks will be officially put into use."

   "Oh..." The old man nodded when he heard the words, but the disappointment in his eyes disappeared for a moment, and then he silently glanced at the backstage.

  …………………………

  Saxophone master Kenneth is still in the hospital.

  The saxophone "Going Home" tossed Kenneth to death. Although his life was not in danger, the emotional ups and downs and unprecedented exhaustion finally broke him.

   But not life-threatening...

   just fell into a coma for a few hours and woke up staring at the ceiling in a daze.

When Zhou Yang saw him in the hospital, he only felt that he was in a strange state, and his emotions were inexplicably high, as if he wanted to play the saxophone again, but when the saxophone was actually handed to him, he held it and kept shaking. He couldn't blow it up, as if he and Sax formed a transparent film where he couldn't see it.

  John Williams accompanied by...

   His mood was a little calmer, but when he saw Zhou Yang, his eyes were extremely complicated.

  When Zhou Yang left the hospital...

   I vaguely heard John Williams let out a long sigh.

   "Why is God so partial?"

   "Even though I am so devout to music and have such faith, why won't you give me even a trace of such talent?"

   is full of grief, unwillingness, and a hint of frustration.

   Zhou Yang listened to his sigh and didn't know what to say for a while.

  "Going Home" was not created by him, at best it was a series of deductions and completions with the help of the saxophone master Kenneth.

   That's all.

   Talent?

   He is the least talented one.

   Of course, he couldn't comfort John Williams, let alone tell the truth.

  Some things are too mysterious to tell anyone a secret to death.

   After returning to the theater...

   Zhou Yang saw a pair of eyes with admiration or disbelief, as if in a dream.

   He didn't say much, but another different melody appeared in his mind.

   That melody is called "The Last of the Mohicans".

   seems to be cooperating with Kenneth, and after deduction and completion together, Zhou Yang's talent and interest in music have been stimulated.

   So I couldn't wait to complete "The Last of the Mohicans"...

"is this OK?"

"Can."

"OK!"

   Training room.

   Song Yiyi held the sheet music and began to play with her eyes closed.

   Zhou Yang listened carefully to Song Yiyi playing the score, especially after looking at the musical instrument in Song Yiyi's hand, he felt very lucky.

   On this day, he was actually looking for an instrument suitable for "The Last of the Mohicans".

  I thought it was a flute...

   But it's totally wrong, the flute is too crisp and bright, and it lacks the melodious feeling in the sand.

   Later, I thought it was Xun, but Xun seemed to be quite close, but after listening to it a few times, it started to taste a little worse.

finally……

  When Song Yiyi came over with his musical instrument and was about to rehearse with him, Zhou Yang realized that the musical instrument he needed was the genna flute, a magical musical instrument originating from South America.

   At the concert, there was an old song that needed the accompaniment of the flute.

   And Song Yiyi happened to learn this kind of flute.

  When Song Yiyi came over, Zhou Yang was shocked to find out that Zhang Xia was Song Yiyi's grandmother...

  Thinking of that day, when I went to the compound, after seeing Song Yiyi's figure, I thought of seeing Song Yiyi for the first time, and Wang Shuai hinted that Song Yiyi's background was not simple...

   Zhou Yang was in a trance for a while.

   The song ends.

   Zhou Yang nodded, although he felt that the feeling in his memory was a little clearer, but when he really thought about it, there was still a sense of confusion.

   Then...

   His brain was exhausted, he seemed to be struggling, and he stood up a little wobbly.

   He knew that his spirit was the same as before, and it seemed that he was starting to get a little overdrawn.

   "Forget it, let's take a break."

"it is good."

   Zhou Yang watched Song Yiyi sort out the score.

   When he saw Song Yiyi again, Zhou Yang seemed to feel that Song Yiyi had changed.

   seems to be invisible, and I feel a little more alienated from myself.

   In the past, she would chat with herself a lot, and her smile was as sweet as a silver bell, like a big sister.

Um……

   In fact, now he can laugh and talk a little bit, but the two sides keep a certain distance, more like an ordinary friend.

   "The concert is about to start in two hours, do you want to join?"

   "I'll try the last one with the rehearsal, and if there's no problem, I'll participate."

   "Can you hold on now?"

   "Try..."

   After seeing Song Yiyi's concern, Zhou Yang laughed.

   Maybe Song Yiyi hasn't changed, and he doesn't feel unfamiliar...

   Well, maybe a lot of things are the illusions that arise after my mental overdraft.

  …………………………

   Zhou Yang is too tired.

   Therefore, when rehearsing, naturally, he is not in the state.

   In such a state, even if you sing in the crowd, it is not suitable to stay in such a palace-level concert.

   Although Zhang Xia didn't say anything, Zhou Yang finally chose to give up.

   So…

   He was finally seated in the guest seat.

   Not long after sitting down, he felt someone pat him on the back.

   He turned back subconsciously, only to see Tang Xiao smiling at him.

   "Sister Tang Xiao?"

   "Sit in another position..."

"what?"

  Tang Xiao pointed in another direction.

   Zhou Yang followed Tang Xiao's gaze and saw an old man and an old lady.

   Then...

   He was taken aback.

   Not far away are An Xiao's grandfather and An Xiao's grandmother. Besides the grandparents, there is also a middle-aged couple.

   The middle-aged couple seemed to be looking at themselves and nodded with a smile on their faces.

"I……"

   "Go, go, I've reserved a place for you..."

   "This, inappropriate..."

   "What's wrong, go ahead, go and say hello... Listen to my sister, she won't hurt you!"

"Oh……"

   Push the book…

   Entertainment Demon King System

   (end of this chapter)