Chapter 148 Party 3
Time passed quickly, and in the blink of an eye, with the end of the previous show, it was Song Yuanchao's turn to go on stage.
"Song Yuanchao! Song Yuanchao, get ready!"
"Hey, I'm here!" Song Yuanchao raised his hand quickly. The student union cadre handed an accordion to Song Yuanchao who was coming over and said, "It's your turn soon. You can go on stage after the announcement."
"Thank you." Song Yuanchao nodded and neatly put the accordion on his chest.
"By the way, is your stomach okay?" the other person asked with concern. If Song Yuanchao had not overheard his conversation with Zhao Minglei before, perhaps he would have regarded the other person as caring.
"It's okay, I felt much better after drinking a cup of hot water." Song Yuanchao smiled easily, but as soon as he finished speaking his brows suddenly frowned again, as if he was feeling uncomfortable somewhere.
"What's wrong?" the other party asked with concern.
"It's nothing, don't worry..." Song Yuanchao forced himself to smile, but in the other person's look, his smile seemed a little forced.
"That's good." The other party seemed relieved and encouraged: "Perform well, come on!"
At this time, an announcement came from the direction of the stage. Song Yuanchao heard his name. He straightened his back, nodded to the student union cadres, and then strode onto the stage.
When I got on the stage, I was greeted by a bright scene. Compared to the dim backstage, the lighted stage was as bright as day.
After a few seconds of adapting, Song Yuanchao gradually regained his vision. He first looked towards the audience and quickly found Lin Yan's location in the crowd.
Smiling in the direction of Lin Yan, Song Yuanchao took a few steps forward to the standing microphone. He first bowed to the teachers and students below the stage, then tightened the accordion on his chest, took a deep breath, and slowly played the accordion.
As soon as he opened it, Song Yuanchao frowned because he felt something was wrong. There was obviously something wrong with the opening and closing force of the accordion. If his judgment was correct, his accordion was leaking air.
“This bastard!”
He cursed inwardly. He didn't expect that Zhao Minglei not only had someone put drugs in his tea, but also tampered with the instrument as a "double insurance". Accordion leakage is a very common fault, but this fault has a great impact on the performance.
Playing with a leaky accordion will result in poor timbre, volume and even noise, and in serious cases, it will cause off-tune and broken sound. Song Yuanchao knew all this very well. He was originally going to sing "Why Are Flowers So Red", a soothing song with passion. The accompaniment of the accordion is extremely important. Once there is a problem with the accompaniment, the performance effect can be imagined.
Zhao Minglei can be said to have taken a two-pronged approach this time. He was determined to make Song Yuanchao look bad in front of all the teachers and students in the school at all costs. It was even possible that after the performance accident, given Zhao Minglei's character, he would openly use his position in the student union to put a big hat on Song Yuanchao, issue a school-wide notice criticizing him, or even use more despicable means to deal with him.
Sensing that things were not going well, it was absolutely impossible to continue the previous preparations for the performance, because Song Yuanchao knew that the accordion in his hand could not support the performance at all. And changing the accordion now was also a very embarrassing thing. If Song Yuanchao did this, Zhao Minglei would also use this as an excuse to attack Song Yuanchao.
After playing a tune, Song Yuanchao stopped. His strange behavior puzzled the teachers and students in the audience. They looked at Song Yuanchao on the stage in confusion, not understanding what he was doing. At this time, backstage, behind a thick curtain, Zhao Minglei hid his body in the dark, with a smug smile on his face, looking at Song Yuanchao who seemed to be at a loss on the stage, and he was very happy.
"Hello, teachers and students!" Song Yuanchao quickly regained his composure. He smiled and spoke into the microphone, his voice echoing throughout the auditorium.
Just when everyone was curious about why Song Yuanchao started talking when he was not performing, Song Yuanchao continued: "Originally, my performance today was to play the accordion and sing "Why Are the Flowers So Red", which is a song that everyone is very familiar with. But during the rehearsal, my counselor, Teacher Shen, said something to me that I think makes a lot of sense. Because Teacher Shen told me that this song is a good song, and you sang it well, but it is an old song, and it seems ..."
As he spoke, Song Yuanchao smiled and nodded in the direction where Teacher Shen was sitting. Teacher Shen was stunned at first, then he started laughing, and then whispered something to several teachers next to him, and the teachers next to him also laughed.
"I think what Mr. Shen said makes sense. As college students of our generation who are about to welcome a new era, we need to innovate and move forward on this day of bidding farewell to the old and welcoming the new, and greet the coming 1980s with a brand new look. For this reason, I was still hesitant when I went on stage. Now I have decided to sing a new song and dedicate it to you all. What do you think?"
"good!"
"Song Yuanchao, we support you in singing your new song!"
"What song is it? Is it nice?"
There was a sudden applause from the audience. Students, whether they knew Song Yuanchao or not, applauded enthusiastically. For them, a new song was of course more interesting than an old song. Song Yuanchao's words also aroused everyone's strong curiosity, and they were looking forward to Song Yuanchao's unexpected performance.
"Some students just asked, what song are you going to sing?" Song Yuanchao raised his hand and pressed it down. After the cheers died down, he smiled and said, "I tell you that this is a very beautiful song about love. I dedicate it to the person I love the most, and also to all the teachers and classmates today. Please listen to it..."
After finishing speaking, Song Yuanchao bowed to the audience. Then, instead of playing the accordion in front of his chest, he gently pressed his fingers on the keys. A few simple notes sounded monotonously in the auditorium with the amplification of the microphone.
The accordion was leaking, and if Song Yuanchao was given some time, he could have fixed it, but now there was no such opportunity. In the case of not being able to play the accordion vigorously, Song Yuanchao could only ensure some simple accompaniment, so he took this approach.
Although the notes are simple, they have a unique charm when played by Song Yuanchao, as if everyone feels a picture, a picture like an old movie, in which there is a beautiful garden with blooming flowers and bright sunshine, yet it is so peaceful.
"When you are old, your hair is grey, and you are sleepy..."
Song Yuanchao's deep but emotional voice sounded. The beginning of the song didn't seem to be singing, but rather a recitation, but the recitation was accompanied by a melodious tune...
When Song Yuanchao started singing, some of the teachers and students present were stunned, as if they thought Song Yuanchao's song was very unexpected. How could it be a song? Was he fooling everyone? Some people seemed to be thinking about something, and several teachers in the front row suddenly brightened up their eyes and looked at Song Yuanchao who was singing on the stage.
Song Yuanchao continued to sing: "When you are old and can't walk, you nap by the fire and recall your youth..." The simple and unadorned words came out slowly from Song Yuanchao's mouth, and his eyes passed through the space of the stage and fell on Lin Yan sitting in the audience. At this moment, Song Yuanchao's expression was filled with endless love, with his longing for Lin Yan in his previous life, and his promise to spend this life with her. He looked at the person he loved most so affectionately.
"How many people have loved you in your youthful days, admired your beauty, whether they were sincere or not, only one person still loves your pious soul, loves the wrinkles on your old face..."
As the song was performed, Song Yuanchao put all his emotions into it. He looked at Lin Yan tenderly and affectionately, and Lin Yan was already in tears at this time. She never expected that Song Yuanchao, who was performing on the stage, would suddenly sing this song, a song that went straight to her heart. From the lyrics of the song and the look in Song Yuanchao's eyes, they all told her his longing for her and his promise to her.
The song "When You Are Old" has simple and plain lyrics and the whole song is not long, but at that moment it touched everyone present.
Love is beautiful, and love is also an eternal topic. Love can always express the most sincere feelings in the most ordinary life.
As the song echoes, love seems to merge with the vast nature and the sky. This is a sincere and pure description of love that makes countless people yearn for and reminisce...
Of course, Zhao Minglei was definitely not among these countless people. Zhao Minglei, who had originally planned to watch a good show, turned pale, his fingers were pinched white, and his expression was even more furious. He didn't expect that Song Yuanchao not only didn't make a fool of himself on the stage, but sang such a song. Zhao Minglei was not a fool and could tell whether the song was good or not. Moreover, he didn't see that the teachers and students in the audience were listening to Song Yuanchao's singing in ecstasy, especially Lin Yan looked back at Song Yuanchao affectionately with tears in her eyes, which made Zhao Minglei almost crazy.
When Song Yuanchao sang the last line of the lyrics: "When I am old, I really hope that this song is sung for you..."
The last word came out of Song Yuanchao's mouth, followed by a few simple syllables, and the song came to an end. When Song Yuanchao finished singing, the entire auditorium was silent, but soon with a few rounds of applause, in the blink of an eye, a warm applause resounded all around.
No one can resist the charm of a good song, especially a simple and unpretentious song like this one that tells the story of love. A song can touch the hearts of countless people. Even many teachers and leaders applauded Song Yuanchao's expression as enthusiastically as his classmates. Song Yuanchao even saw some of the oldest professors with gray hair, with tears flashing in their eyes.
Finally heaving a sigh of relief, Song Yuanchao smiled and bowed to everyone, but he bowed three times in a row amid the warm applause before it gradually stopped. Before Song Yuanchao went on stage, the highlight of the entire evening was naturally "Oedipus" sung by the seniors from the History Department. The crosstalk by Lao Yang and Sun Yaoliang was also quite good, but when Song Yuanchao finished singing this song, all the focus was on Song Yuanchao. In everyone's eyes, this song alone was enough for today's evening party.
After leaving the stage and returning to his seat from backstage, classmates greeted him enthusiastically along the way. All of a sudden, Song Yuanchao became known to all the teachers and students in the school. They knew this classmate from the Economics Department who brought a good song to everyone.
Sitting back next to Lin Yan, his palms suddenly felt warm. Lin Yan took the initiative to hold Song Yuanchao's hand. She looked up and their eyes met. There was an incomparable heat in Lin Yan's eyes, which was like a flame, as if it wanted to burn them both to death.
