"The next one on the stage is Zhang Yin, so curious what his new song will be like?"

"Zhang Yin, Li wants to write a new song for him, looking forward to it. ”

"Let's see if he can be an instant hit. ”

……

As Su Yue's performance came to an end, many people in the audience had begun to talk about each other.

Zhang Qian, who was sitting inconspicuously in the crowd, picked up her mobile phone, unlocked the screen, opened the webpage, and checked the program list of tonight's party.

Zhang Qian thought curiously, what kind of song is this?

After the program list was announced, she has been very curious, and even today she couldn't help but ask Zhang Yin, but Zhang Yin was mysterious and secret, and he didn't want to reveal anything, let alone hum it to her.

He wasn't like this before, Zhang Qian thought to herself, in the past, as long as she wanted to, Zhang Yin would satisfy her, and the first listener of his new song was always him.

But now it's different, now that they're divorced, Zhang Qian thought of this and felt relieved.

Their relationship has changed qualitatively, he has reservations about her, and she has reservations about him.

According to the current relationship, it was impossible for her to come to the scene to attend the party, but she and Zhang Yin's daughter Miao Miao wanted to come to listen to her father's singing, but they refused to watch it on TV, so they had to be at the scene, so Zhang Qian brought her here.

At this moment, Xiao Miaomiao sat on the chair, leaning on Zhang Qian's left, her little feet dangling on the edge of the chair, curious and happy about everything around her.

On the left side of Xiao Miaomiao, Zhang Yin's mother sits, and on the side, his sister's family.

Zhang Yin's whole family was dispatched.

They all knew that tonight was an extremely important night for Zhang Yin.

Since the concert began, they have been absent-minded, not bothered to listen to the performance on stage, full of thoughts either looking forward to Zhang Yin's appearance, or worrying about him.

Including Zhang Qian.

The two have divorced and are no longer the closest people, but, in fact, in this world, she may still be the person who knows Zhang Yin best, and naturally knows that there are still many people in this world who want to see his jokes, and people who want to see him fall heavily on the ground again.

There is never a shortage of people in this world who lack kindness, especially for Zhang Yin.

Zhang Yin used to be young and frivolous, and she knew it the most, because what she loved was his young frivolity.

"Where's the baba?" Xiao Miaomiao tilted her little head and asked Zhang Qian softly. After waiting for so long, I haven't seen my father show up, and the children are a little impatient. In this party, she sat here for more than 2 hours to see her father, just for those 5 minutes.

Of course, the appearance of Master Dou made Xiao Miaomiao feel happy. She didn't know Master Dou Dou, but because she was a child, she was born with a sense of closeness.

When she saw Master Dou Dou singing on the stage, she was startled, and excitedly muttered Little Sister, Little Sister who sang, and stretched out her white and tender little hand, and pointed it to Zhang Qian in surprise, pointed it to her grandmother, and pointed it to her aunt, for fear that others would not see that there were two children on the stage.

"Dad will come out soon, you listen, the host read Daddy's name. Zhang Qian said. At this time, the host of the party was announcing the next program, and Zhang Yin and Zhou Yi came to the stage together.

"It's Baba, Baba~~" Xiao Miaomiao saw Zhang Yin appear, she was even more excited than when she saw Master Dou Dou before, and almost wanted to stand up, but she was too small and her little feet couldn't reach the ground, so she could only excitedly point out to the people around her, it was her father.

Zhang Qian said: "Shh~~~ Be quiet, Dad is going to sing, the brothers and sisters here have to listen to Dad sing, don't talk loudly, how about we listen well?"

Xiao Miaomiao nodded, stretched out her little hand, and asked her mother to hug her.

Zhang Qian held her in her arms, warm, and watched Zhang Yin sing together.

At the same time, in a villa in Shengjing, Xia Xinyu, who had just taken a hot bath, was comfortably nestled in the sofa in the living room with a bathrobe tied to his bathrobe. Her hair was not fully dried, but draped casually over her shoulders, and her face was flushed with heat, adding a touch of femininity to her.

She has been busy outside for a week, her feet do not touch the ground, and she has been living in a hotel, but no matter how good the hotel facilities are, the presidential suite and the CEO suite are not free and comfortable at home.

There is a housekeeper at home who cleans every three days, otherwise the next time you go home, you may be covered with a layer of dust.

The 60-inch TV hanging on the wall is playing a program, in the program, Zhang Yin and Zhou Yi just came out, a few lines of big words appeared on the big screen, and there was applause at the scene.

Song: "One Night in Shengjing"

Original singer: Zhang Yin, Zhou Yi

Lyrics/Composer: Li Xiang

This song was originally sung by Zhang Yin to her, but was rejected by her agent with an excuse.

At that time, she didn't know that the song was written by Li Xiang, and she learned about it after refusing, and she regretted it a little, but there was no way to do it, and it was impossible to ask him if he could work together again.

She has been thinking about this for a long time, and has been waiting for the release of the new song until tonight. She heard that this song is a combination of pop music and Peking Opera, but she wants to see what kind of combination method is eye-catching, or a hodgepodge, and the four are not like it. It's not that no one has tried this kind of music, but it's rarely succeeded.

The deepest hidden thoughts in my heart made Xia Xinyu a little hopeful that this was a bad song.

Zhou Yi on TV was ignored by Xia Xinyu, she was observing Zhang Yin, and I have to say that his aura is still strong, and he has not become unfamiliar with the stage because he has been hidden in the snow for many years.

There was a mixture of traditional musical instruments such as flutes and erhu with Chinese characteristics in the speaker, and Xia Xinyu, who was lazily nestled on the sofa, was suddenly shocked.

As soon as the connoisseur makes a move, he knows if there is one, just listening to this prelude, he intuitively feels that this song will not be simple.

???? One Night in Shengjing

I left a lot of affection

It doesn't matter if you love it or not

It's all the dust of history????

Zhang Yin was vigorous and vigorous, singing with an old man's tone.

Zhang Yin in Xia Xinyu's eyes doesn't seem to be a singer, but more like an old man who came out of Shengjing Hutong, singing in the twilight of history.

???? One Night in Shengjing

I left a lot of affection

Don't dare to ask for directions at midnight

I'm afraid that I have gone to the depths of a hundred flowers

People say the depths of a hundred flowers

There lived an old lover

Sewn embroidered shoes

An old man with a serene face

Still waiting for the return of the expedition????

Xia Xinyu was amazed, but annoyed that he missed such an excellent opportunity for cooperation. She compared it in her heart, and the 12 songs in her new album, even the title song, fell behind compared with this "One Night in Shengjing".

She can foresee that Zhang Yin is going to rise again.

Zhang Qian, Zhang Yin's ex-wife, holding Xiao Miaomiao, grabbed the child's white and tender little hands, waved the light stick in her hand, and waved with the thousands of fluorescents on the scene, waving with the rhythm.

She looked at Zhang Yin on the stage with bright eyes, and was really happy for him.

He sings so well.

It's such a good song.

I wish him all the best for the future, and the suffering is a thing of the past.