The Capital Gymnasium was crowded with people, and from time to time there were cheers and applause like a tsunami. He Qiangguo slipped out of the city to take a look, and soon ran back.

"Wait a minute, you have to calm down, my mother, I don't usually think there are so many people when I watch football?"

Of course, there are not as many people as this, when watching the game, there are only about 20 people in the center of the field, and I don't look at the thousands of people sitting in the center of the field today?

He Qiangguo was sighing, Secretary Gao came over to cheer him up again, this was what he single-handedly grasped, although he had not been to the rehearsal hall a few times. It was another word of encouragement, and even the school honor was involved. It's a pity that someone didn't give him face, Zhang Hong slapped his face and interrupted his speech.

"Attention, everyone, this is an ordinary show, but there are a little more people than yesterday! Don't think about blockbusters, to be honest, your level is better than those professional actors, that's scum! ……”。

Zhang Hong's small mouth 'clicked' for more than ten minutes, and Secretary Gao stood aside several times to stop it, but Hu Hong and everyone ignored it. The nervousness of everyone made Hu Hong depreciate with a gun and a stick, but it dissipated a lot.

Yes, my brother is just a bunch of ordinary students, and they can't compare to the cattle of those art academies, which is a matter of course, although they are all beautiful and handsome animals. School honors have nothing to do with this, no matter how many trophies those bastards win, it's just an art academy. Yan University couldn't get a trophy, so he still sat on the top of the ivory tower with Tsinghua.

He Qiangguo held a program list in his hand, his ears pricked up to listen to the movement outside, and his two eyes stared at the entrance of the stage.

"Sister, there's another show! Sister, it's our time! ”

He Qiangguo's reminder interrupted Zhang Hong's derogatory and replaced it with a smiling face.

"Actually, everyone is not bad, compared to ordinary people, everyone's performance is still quite good, didn't we conquer so many classmates in the morning? Okay, let's take a deep breath and think of this as a rehearsal! Remember, don't look at the audience closely, your eyes should ignore them, when they don't exist, it's all talking tables, chairs and benches! ”

"Ha Lu Ha Ha (Ge Gege)"

Zhang Hong's closing remarks made everyone's hearts feel relieved, and they couldn't help laughing.

"The following is Yenching University's 'Summer Palace No. 5 Band' singing "White Birch Forest" to everyone, everyone is welcome."

In this era, he is called a newspaper clerk, not a host, and the flat and light newspaper curtain makes Sun Ziming feel a kind of cordial. The crowd followed the usher to the stage and stood in their own place. Hu Weiguo's eyes looked at everyone, and this was the beginning.

"Let me introduce you to our band members, composer, lyricist, harmonica: Sun Ziming, arrangement: Hu Hong, accordion, vocals: Hu Weiguo...... Female harmony: Yan Xiyun, Jiang Li".

With Hu Weiguo's introduction, everyone bowed slightly to the audience. The audience was stunned for a moment, and then there was a whispered discussion. has always sung on stage, at most two opening sentences, how can there be such a detailed introduction to each member.

After Hu Weiguo's introduction, everyone once again burst into applause, and this kind of introduction of respecting each member also made everyone feel a little moved. Art is inherently a whole, and every component is worthy of respect.

Ethereal, ethereal female voices and accordions sounded, transporting the audience, who had calmed down, to a small village on the Great Plains of the Northeast that winter.

"White snow drifts in the quiet village, and pigeons fly under the gloomy sky.

The birch tree engraved those two names, and they swore to love each other for the rest of their lives.

One day, when the flames of war reached his hometown, the young man picked up his gun and ran to the frontier."

……

"The sky is still overcast, there are still doves flying, who will prove the love and life without tombstones".

The audience is completely immersed in this sad story, as if returning to that war-torn era, when lovers died in battle, and the girl stood in the birch forest at the entrance of the village for a long time.

……

The female harmonic voice has a sad tone, and the male voice has a low and affectionate tone.

"The long road is coming to an end, and the girl is already gray-haired.

She often heard him call to his pillow: "Come, dear, come to this birch forest"

At the time of death she murmured: "I came, waiting for me, in that birch forest"

The mournful, affectionate harmony sounded the last time, and gradually faded away. The whole stadium was silent, and it took a long time for the applause to sound, and for a while, the applause rang out for a long time.

Everyone got up, bowed deeply to the students, and left the venue one by one. After arriving at the stage, everyone breathed a sigh of relief.

"My legs are all weak".

"Me too, I'm so excited."

……

Everyone was talking excitedly about their feelings, ignoring whether anyone was listening attentively, and the guide came again.

"Ladies and gentlemen, please go and take a curtain call again."

The guide said a few times before everyone reacted and went to the curtain call again. Hu Weiguo and Sun Ziming glanced at each other, and the two grabbed He Qiangguo, who was also excited, next to them and dragged them onto the stage.

"Let's go, let's go, you kid is one of us."

Secretary Gao next to him was ignored again, and his face turned a little blue.

Everyone came to the center of the stage again, Hu Weiguo and Sun Ziming pressed He Qiangguo in the middle of the line, and everyone bowed deeply again. He Qiangguo, who was dressed in a bloated military coat, was out of place in the team of stand-up student uniforms, and the audience asked each other in applause.

"Who's that guy in the middle? Why does he stand in the middle? He's also a member? ”

"yes, who is that kid? Why did Hu Weiguo and Sun Ziming stand next to him? He didn't come out just now."

There were people in the Yanda phalanx who knew He Qiangguo, and they applauded and explained to their classmates.

"He Qiangguo of the third class of Chinese 85, the general manager of their band, except for singing, he takes care of everything else!"

"Isn't that just miscellaneous?"

"What do you mean by chorework? Without him to manage the chores, their band might have succeeded, right? ”

"That's right!"

……

Thanks to the recording and broadcast of Beijing TV on the second night, in this era when the media is not yet developed, 'Summer Palace No. 5' has become popular. Within a few days, the streets and alleys of the capital were full of "White Birch Forest".

Different from the rough and bold of Cui Dashen's "Nothing" in the first half of the year, and also different from his profound connotation, "White Birch Forest" is a simple and sad story.

This does not prevent the media from comparing the two, and the ideological Cui Dashen has won completely, and the distance between them is more than one or two points. The artistry Cui Dashen also won completely, although "White Birch Forest" also touched everyone, but those students were obviously amateurs.

Generally. In the eyes of professionals, the whole singing is at the amateur level except for the arranging profession.

But this does not prevent 'Summer Palace No. 5' from becoming popular, and even He Qiangguo, who is the last to play, is inquiring. When a reporter went to interview Cui Dashen, he was straightforward.

"Music is first and foremost about moving yourself, and then about moving others! As long as you do these two things, it's good music, and everything else serves these two! ”

However, these have nothing to do with Sun Ziming for the time being, and he is anxiously dealing with the affairs of He Qiangguo and Jiang Li.