Chapter 698: Spring

The overall ratings of the 2011 Spring Festival Gala were 31.04%, and the overall market share reached 65%.

No matter how much you complain about it, or how bad it is, the Spring Festival Gala is still an indispensable activity for most people.

Young people like to play mahjong, cards, and mobile phones...

But they always subconsciously turn on the TV, even if they don't watch it, just to listen to the sound.

For no other reason, just to make the house more lively, or to serve as background music.

And this year's Spring Festival Gala...

Those hands playing mahjong subconsciously stopped.

One spread to ten, ten spread to a hundred, a hundred spread to a thousand...

Almost everyone picked up their mobile phones at the same time and shook them violently at [WeChat].

After shaking the red envelope...

Countless people excitedly called their friends and shared various things...

An amazing fission!

It is raging wildly at an incredible speed.

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Sketches, crosstalk, singing and dancing...

One program after another, like a horse-drawn tour, slowly passed by.

The Spring Festival Gala was lively and noisy...

Behind the scenes of the Spring Festival Gala, the string deep in Ha Wenliang's heart was always tense.

His eyes were fixed on the CSM national measuring instrument.

31.4, 31.5, 31.6...

It has surpassed the ratings of the 2011 Spring Festival Gala!

There was excitement, but in addition to excitement, the string deep in his heart was getting tighter and tighter.

Liu Chungen was going to go on stage. Although the rehearsals before the Spring Festival Gala had made Liu Chungen familiar with the general environment of the Spring Festival Gala, no one knew what Liu Chungen would do until the last moment.

That was the big stage that 1.4 billion people in the country were watching!

The imprint of a bricklayer was always deeply engraved in Ha Wenliang's heart. The closer it got to this moment, the more nervous Ha Wenliang became.

In previous years' Spring Festival Galas, all the singers sang [recorded] music, and this year's Spring Festival Gala, the rest of the singers still recorded, but the singers designated by Zhang Sheng...

Ha Wenliang argued and refuted repeatedly, and even all the directors in the director group chose to persuade Zhang Sheng.

What does live singing mean?

It means that the singer must make no mistakes from beginning to end, it means too many uncontrollable factors, and it also means that he has to bet everything on a bricklayer.

However, it is useless. As the chief director, he has no decision-making power in some matters. Some projects even became Zhang Sheng's one-man show, and his role is more like a handyman.

"It's about to start. Is the equipment debugged?"

"Debugged!"

"Good! Is the lighting ready?"

"Ready!"

"Okay, all units get ready!"

"..."

Ha Wenliang no longer looks at the CSM national meter's ratings, which are skyrocketing.

At this moment, his eyes are only on the stage. He tirelessly reminds the staff over and over again on the intercom that they must record all kinds of equipment in the best state.

Time ticks by, and Ha Wenliang can't help but wipe the sweat from his forehead again. He looks at the singer's passage backstage. He sees Liu Chungen wearing an ordinary jacket and silently walks out of the lounge.

He wanted to go up and give some instructions, but he saw Zhang Sheng coming out of another office.

Liu Chungen's figure, who was about to go on stage, paused slightly.

Ha Wenliang subconsciously quickened his pace, but heard...

"Did you eat well?"

"Good!"

"Did you rest well?"

"Good!"

"How do you feel..."

"Good!"

"Are you ready to let the people of the whole country remember you?"

"Ready!"

"Go!"

"Good!"

It was a very simple and brief conversation.

Ha Wenliang stared at Liu Chungen, but found that Liu Chungen's face was very calm...

But it was not right. Under that calm expression, Ha Wenliang keenly felt that there was a flame in Liu Chungen's body, which was burning with waves of strong emotions.

He saw Zhang Sheng pat his shoulder, and then watched Liu Chungen walk onto the stage step by step.

"Mr. Zhang, he..."

"Do you want to see a magic trick?"

"???"

He looked at Zhang Sheng, who was staring at the stage with a smile.

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The lights dimmed.

Liu Chungen stood in the slowly rising elevator, and a breeze blew, making him feel a little cold.

For a moment, endless darkness seemed to cover him, and loneliness instantly overflowed, and then continued to spread around him.

The short-term fear and short-term anxiety still affected Liu Chungen's mind, and the boundless tension was always accumulating in his heart.

The lights gradually brightened.

It was so bright that Liu Chungen was blinded for a while. When he gradually showed half of his head and saw countless devices shining on him and countless eyes staring at him, all his emotions turned to ashes at this moment. He hugged the guitar tightly, felt the temperature on the guitar, and gently touched the strings...

He closed his eyes, felt his body gradually rise, and then stopped, and also felt the noise in his ears, and the slight accompaniment slowly sounded.

The simple living environment, the poor material supply, the scolding that poked his spine, the questioning and ridicule from all sides...

Everything has never wiped out his persistence and love for music. It seems to be imprinted in his bones, and the stubbornness deep in his soul supports him to move forward step by step.

Then……

He walked onto this stage.

[I still remember the spring many years ago

I hadn't cut off my long hair at that time

No credit card and no her.

A home without 24-hour hot water...]

He opened his eyes.

The moment your hand touches the guitar strings, countless sounds and all emotions are integrated into this sentence of lyrics.

As he opened his mouth, at that moment, the lights on the stage enveloped his whole body, bathing him in the most brilliant position, receiving the attention of everyone.

The big screens behind him suddenly lit up with his voice.

In the audience, the young people who were grabbing red envelopes were stunned and subconsciously looked up at Liu Chungen.

They heard a hoarse sound, as if in the wilderness, a not so loud roar slowly rose in their ears.

The leaders' expressions gradually changed from smiles to serious ones, and they listened carefully to the lonely figure on the stage...

He looked at the figure and began to roar, the cry tearing through the brief numbness.

The screen behind...

Silent videos and photos flashed by.

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"This song……"

Spring Festival Gala in the past.

Everything is festive, everyone is getting together, making dumplings, and talking about all kinds of festive things.

But this year's Spring Festival Gala is not just about the happiness on the clouds...

In front of the TV.

Those young people who were frantically grabbing red envelopes and shaking their tendon sheaths were in pain when they heard the sound coming from the TV, they subconsciously raised their heads.

A few middle-aged people who were playing mahjong and smoking cigarettes subconsciously looked at the TV...

…

They saw Liu Chungen raising his head and roaring hysterically in the picture.

Amidst the roars, they saw a video passing in front of everyone's eyes...

That video is from Zeng Jincheng’s [Hongyuan Decoration]...

Countless migrant workers surrounded [Hongyuan Decoration] in darkness. In the background, some were roaring, some were screaming, some were blushing, and some were kneeling on the ground and pleading...

【If one day I am old and homeless

Please keep me in that time

If one day I leave quietly

Please bury me in this spring! 】

Accompanied by Liu Chungen's hoarse roar, faces one after another in front of the camera recounted their despair.

There was a little uneasiness in his voice, as if he was an individual who was not being noticed in the great era.

News headlines from 2009 appeared in front of all viewers.

[Some are for their daughter’s tuition fees], [Some are working hard for three years but were deducted], [Some are paying all the money, but were eventually defrauded]…

Seeing this scene...

[Bird's Nest International Hotel].

The old employees of [Hongyuan Decoration] and now the department leaders of [Bird's Nest Decoration] couldn't help but have moist eyes.

Three years have passed like this.

But everything seems like yesterday...

The screen gave Liu Chungen a brief close-up, and then the close-up was overwhelmed by the crowd.

The camera flashed again, flashing to a brief scene in which the former [Hongyuan Decoration] was smashed into pieces...

In the picture, a signboard for a decoration company called [Bird's Nest Decoration] was hung...

The decoration company was small at first, and it was full of dilapidated things. From time to time, people would come to the door, and from time to time, someone would criticize...

Li Bin's figure appeared in the camera at some point, persuading customers over and over again, promising over and over again...

During that time, [Bird's Nest Decoration] lights were on over and over again, day or night.

Under the camera, Liu Chungen's figure is constantly in the dusty and muddy construction site, following everyone's efforts to pick up the lost reputation bit by bit...

Dirty body, but strong back. At the most exhausted moment, when night falls and everyone is sleeping on the construction site, his figure holding the guitar and playing and singing with his co-workers turns into pieces. Haunting under the camera, that seems to be one of the few entertainment activities they have...

In a fleeting photo, what was once dilapidated, once ruined, once dirty and messy gradually becomes spacious, bright and tidy...

Three years, a blink of an eye.

In the singing, some figures gradually disappeared, some people became leaders, some people went abroad in the singing, and they continued projects one after another abroad, bringing China's decorative and architectural culture abroad, while some people still stay at home. , continue to stand on the front line and guard...

in a photo.

A [decoration company] went from being dilapidated to the extreme, then gradually stood up, and became bigger and bigger...

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Ma Yunhua's expression gradually became more wonderful.

this person……

It seems that they are using the MV of the Spring Festival Gala to advertise their decoration company!