Get off work and become the Godfather of Rock and Roll

Chapter 147 Living like this for thirty years

If there are no songs by Mai Zishan in the rock category, what is the point of this newly opened award category!
The words were deafening.

Most people know that Fu Guangyu is his younger brother.

I also know that "Musician" has criticized Mai Zishan's rock music by name many times.

They thought Fu Guangxian had the same view.

Who knew, brothers could be completely different.

The scene fell into silence, and everyone who was busy stopped.

Fu Guangxian rubbed his temples and realized that he shouldn't be angry with the staff.

The award selection process is not something they can decide. They have always selected only submitted songs. Songs that have not been submitted will not win awards no matter how good their quality is.

This is the award's way of maintaining its 'nobility'.

However, the two have always had different views. As a full-time critic, Fu Guangyu naturally elevated his status in the critical circle.

In recent years, the relationship between the two brothers has become worse and worse.

Deng Mo stood on the shore and stared blankly.

Mai Zishan turned to Deng Mo.

The old man was in a daze. He had never seen such a thing in his life. With such a big screen, what kind of factory could make such a thing?
Mai Zishan said: "Old man, tonight, you are going to be on the big screen."

Or maybe it's because of his younger brother Fu Guangyu?

As for his younger brother, his talent points are different from his.

When the two brothers cooperated, one sang and the other praised vigorously, they did make a lot of money. At that time, the relationship between the two brothers was very good.

Deng Mo's eyes were confused, "I heard it clearly, but I just can't believe it."

……

The blue sky and sea level merge into a line in the distance.

"Use this to play the second episode? And then sing it live again?" Mai Zishan confirmed to Lin Xinyue.

"Come on, old man, let's go see the sea." Mai Zishan said with a smile, pulling Deng Mo towards the park road by the sea.

……

In other words, if Mai Zishan does not submit the submission, he will not be able to win the award.

Deng Liang added on the side: "Dad, I mean that the video will be posted here."

His voice was hoarse, and his eyes, which had been used for seventy or eighty years, became brighter.

"No, I have a date tonight."

Fu Guangxian had this guess, but he didn't think it was true.

The Golden Melody Award is an award that all singers flock to, and being nominated can greatly boost sales.

"The sea," he whispered.

"Let's go, Mai Zishan will come to the seaside park again tonight."

"You continue to work, don't let me influence you." Fu Guangxian looked at everyone and said.

Five minutes later, a group of people stood at the beach. The tide was high today. There was no beach, only waves. The white waves hit the shore and kept pushing forward.

Moreover, he cannot contact Mai Zishan. The judges must keep a distance from the singers so that the awards can be fair.

Fu Guangxian sat in a chair in a daze for a while, turned on his mobile phone, and ordered a high-speed rail ticket to Yanshi.

The preliminary judges and staff began to be busy again, and the entire studio was once again in full swing.

Right in Seaside Park, if this big screen shows a blue screen.

It's almost on the same level as IMAX in theaters.

Are you making enough money and looking down on the sales volume?

Lin Xinyue was wearing a Bluetooth headset and seemed to be talking to someone. She just made a yes gesture with Mai Zishan.

Why didn’t Mai Zishan submit it?
This question appeared in Fu Guangxian's mind.

Deng Mo blinked, "What?"

Fu Guangxian is also speechless about his younger brother. Although he can't write new songs now, when he was young, his songs were popular all over the country, one after another.

He is very good at writing long essays and using various theoretical analyzes to guide the audience.

This was the first time in his life that he saw the sea.

Fu Guangxian's mind was racing with thoughts, so he pulled up a chair and sat down.

Fu Guangxian only entered the criticism circle because he could no longer write songs, and he did not particularly recognize the value of criticism.

Maybe people on the plane, looking down, will think that Blue Star Online is malfunctioning.

Looking at the commercial giant screen built by the Culture and Tourism Bureau at all costs.

"What a big screen." Mai Zishan stood at the old site of the music festival.

"Haha, you invited her to stay in a dormitory. Is this called a date? This is treating you as paying the bill."

"...She said her roommate wanted to check me out."

"Oh, I brought you so much food. You and I are as close as father and son. I can't bear to see you being taken advantage of. She doesn't care about you at all. She just wants to pay for it."

"I see you, I just can't see your father and I being happy."

"I am the father!"

"roll."

……

"Are you still working overtime tonight?"

"I don't know. Let's wait for notification."

"Oh, I want to go to the seaside park. Mai Zishan is here. Not only will there be a second episode, he will also sing live."

"How about? Let's go?"

"Leave? Then go!"

……

The rock special program "New Power" produced by Penguin has also opened a new issue.

The host Kai Yuan put on his suit and waited for the director's instructions.

"Last time, I thought that no one would watch the documentary, and Li Ji's popularity would become even more popular. Fortunately, I didn't say this on the show, otherwise I would have been scolded to death."

Kai Yuanman is a blessing for the rest of his life.

Since the first episode was aired, Mai Zishan has been on the hot search three times, and the playback volume of the song "Existence" has been soaring.

All of Mai Zishan's songs are like this, going high, whether they open low or open high.

Anyway, it’s walking high!

……

As night fell, the old site of the Yanshi Music Festival was packed with people, even more so than on the day of the music festival.

The preparation room built by the good man Mai Zi was faced with behind the scenes.

The roof of the preparation room is made of glass. I don’t know why it is designed like this.

Mai Zishan raised his head and looked at the sky through the glass, which slowly became blurry.

He thought it was an illusion and stood up on the chair to take a closer look.

Found out it was raining.

There was drizzle, and several small water droplets merged into one big one.

Listen carefully, there is a crackling sound.

Lin Xinyue hurriedly walked into the preparation room.

"It's raining a little, so it's a bit difficult."

"Will it affect the normal playback of the giant screen?" Mai Zishan got down from the chair and asked.

"That's not true. When the giant screen was built, we considered the rain and made waterproof devices. What I'm worried about is whether people will go home early because of the rain." Lin Xinyue wiped away her wet face. Hair said.

"Go out and let the audience see you, and they will be more willing to stay."

Mai Zishan had this intention. He pushed open the door of the preparation room. Under his feet was an aluminum alloy board, leading to a wet grassland.

Walking along it to the grass, you saw everyone.

The drizzle has no tendency to become heavier, but it just keeps falling.

"Look, look, is that Mai Zishan?"

Someone noticed immediately.

"Wheat is good! Wheat is good!"

"Mai Zishan is out! I thought he wouldn't come out until the end!"

"I'm just getting wet in the rain today! I want to stay too."

Everyone wants to push forward.

The security guards in charge of security immediately stood ready to prevent a stampede.

Mai Zishan's hair was covered with a layer of fine raindrops. His hair had grown a bit recently, plus the melancholy brought by the raindrops and the sound of the raging waves behind him.

It's like walking out of the sea.

The jacket I am wearing is very waterproof and does not stick to it.

He smiled and greeted people.

People cheered, and he walked into the crowd with a smile, like Alice entering Wonderland, with all the people surrounding him.

Deng Mo was placed in the main seat in front of the giant screen, and a seat was arranged for him there.

Many people are curious, why does this old man have a position? Or in the middle?

Deng Mo watched Mai Zishan come out, and everyone immediately swarmed over him. He seemed to be the center of a tornado in a sea of ​​people.

He originally thought that Mai Zishan was some big boss who would spend money to do such a thing. He had no idea who Mai Zishan was, and he had never heard of any songs.

There is nothing good to say about his life, it is all suffering.

He became stronger in all his sufferings.

But another life, Mai Zishan's life, a life that attracts everyone's attention, will intersect with him.

When he was old and humble, he could still light a fire.

He took off his hat and let the drizzle fall on his face.

Life.

..."Zhang Tao, my best friend is asking you, don't you feel sorry for her ordering a bottle of red wine?"

Zhang Tao twitched the corner of his mouth, "Why do you feel so distressed?"

Hearing this answer, the little fairies covered their mouths and laughed.

"Eh? This new bag is so beautiful, look at it, right?"

A group of girls chattered and started discussing.

"This color is really good."

"Yes, it's quite cheap, only one thousand nine hundred and ninety-nine."

Zhang Tao felt his heart suddenly stop.

The phone in his trouser pocket vibrated.

It was a photo sent by his son.

The photo was actually a photo of him and Mai Zishan!

"Mai Zishan is here! I'm very lucky. I knew there would be a surprise standing near that preparation room!"

In the photo, his son is smiling very happily.

"What are you doing? Have you eaten?"

Zhang Tao put his phone back in his pocket and didn't reply a word.

The girl he admired (at least he was quite fond of her before) never looked at him in the eyes from the beginning to the end.

This has happened many times, and it seems like he showed up just to settle the bill.

The phone vibrated again, and Zhang Tao couldn't help but take it out and look at it.

"The second episode starts in ten minutes. After the documentary ends, Mai Zishan will sing live!"

"Oh my god, there are so many people, it can even be compared to a music festival."

"Son, it's such a pity that you don't come. I don't want even 199 this time!"

His roommate chattered on.

Veins almost popped out on Zhang Tao's head.

"Can you please stop looking at your phone? It's very disrespectful, you know?"

Opposite him, the girl he had been pursuing finally looked at him, but with an impatient expression.

Zhang Tao didn't say anything, and the feeling of wanting to fall in love disappeared little by little.

"Look, it's raining, it's raining."

A group of girls were chattering. They were sitting by the window. The drizzle was hazy, and Zhang Tao's face was almost reflected on the glass.

A face without much energy.

Suddenly I felt that it was so boring.

He stood up, felt the vibration in his pocket, and ran forward. Behind him, there were surprised looks from a group of girls.

Run all the way.

It is only three kilometers away from the seaside park.

Keep running and you'll be there.

……

Mai Zishan said the last words before playing.

"I think people may be a little disappointed tonight."

Everyone: "???"

What's the meaning? No more singing?

Mai Zishan continued: "Everyone is very excited now, but the second episode is about a painful memory, which will make everyone feel bad. Here, I would like to say sorry first."

After everyone listened, they didn't say much.

Many people are muttering in their hearts.

It sounds like you sang some "happy" song.

Aren’t your songs all about giving a slap in the face first and then giving a date?

After Mai Zishan finished speaking, he returned to the small preparation room.

The remotely controlled giant screen showed the countdown to the second episode on time.

People quickly quieted down.

The drizzle continued like this, kicking off the second episode.

……

The scene is the same at the Salt Industry Base, except that the density of people is much greater than at the old music festival site.

After the baptism of the first episode, everyone is looking forward to the second episode even more.

In the Yanjing Salt Industry Base, Zhang Tianhai moved three projectors from the school and started broadcasting them live.

The supermarket we bought has three floors, one on each floor, and everyone is sitting there.

Zhang Tianhai stood at the end of the crowd, looking at a past that he knew but was lucky enough not to be involved in.

Looking at a similar restaurant, but a man of few words.

Watch him speak of his deepest wounds.

It's like a talk show.

There are also fishing scenes inserted from time to time.

Halfway through the documentary, there is no soundtrack.

There are countless people in front of the screen, and many of them are a little bit unable to stand it.

The second episode is just about watching another cook complain?
The quality is not as good as the first episode.

How miserable is he? Why is he suffering?

Such questions arise in the minds of the audience.

The audience's confusion is because Xu Hao used the most risky editing method.

When you want to die, suppress your desires first and put your emotions last.

Xu Hao is in his small studio.

The person in charge of nomination for the Golden Shell Award next to me is Cui Laixian.

There is also Su Duo, the person in charge of CCTV Channel 9. Both of them can see the editing method used by Xu Hao.

"This is very risky. If what you give later is not strong enough, it will be counterattacked by this editing method." Su Duo said.

Cui Laixian also nodded in agreement.

Xu Hao remained silent.

……

I don’t know when, the background sound started to sound.

The intro sounds like a mandolin, exaggerating the melancholy and mournful atmosphere.

In this sense of atmosphere, the second episode finally feels like the same thing.

Then came the harmonica, which I never thought would appear in rock music.

A feeling spreads.

At this time, an old man appeared in the camera, with fine and rough wrinkles on his face.

People at the salt market discovered that this was the old man sitting in the middle.
Amid their doubts and discoveries, the old man faced the camera and talked about the past indifferently.

The extremely plain description unfolds a picture of the past.

Then the singing started.

"I got off work at 6 o'clock in the evening and changed out of my clothes in the pharmaceutical factory. My wife was making porridge and I went to drink a few bottles of beer.

I lived like this for 30 years, until the building collapsed, and the darkness deep in the clouds submerged the landscape in my heart. "

The unspeakable emotional bomb finally exploded at this moment.

Xu Hao was just here for this moment!

finally come.

He doesn’t even need to verify the effect! Su Duo and Cui Laixian had moved closer unconsciously.

bomb!

A real mood bomb!
Without any prelude, it swept everyone away.

Within a minute of the appearance of the old man and the singing, all the previous shots became meaningful.

In the old man's narration, everyone felt the sadness and could see that era.

"At the Bajiao counter, the crazy people's mall, use a fake banknote to buy a fake gun.

Defend her life! Until the building collapses! Night covered the North China Plain, and sadness soaked her face. "

The rain became heavier, and the drizzle had a tendency to pour.

But no one wants to leave.

At this moment, the people at the scene in Yanshi discovered that what they heard was not the audio track that came with the documentary!

It’s Mai Zishan’s live singing!

Mai Zishan stood on the side of the giant screen, holding his guitar and a standing microphone in front of him.

It was him singing live!

……

The rain was light and heavy, and people's emotions were high.

Everyone was wet but unwilling to leave.

The pouring rain and the singing matched perfectly, exaggerating the emotion to the extreme. This kind of rain seemed to exist for the sake of the song.

Countless pairs of waving hands, Deng Mo sat in the middle of the crowd, crying.

He had never heard any songs.

But this time, he understood the meaning of the song.

Mai Zishan was singing affectionately in the rain, with her wet hair almost sticking to her forehead.

"Live like this for 30 years! Until the building collapses! The darkness deep in the clouds ~ drowns the landscape in my heart."

(End of this chapter)