The song transitioned into its interlude.
The excited emotions of the audience on the field were only slightly relieved.
However, Chen Rong did not allow them to relax for long.
On the second chorus, she sang with even more power.
And she incorporated many techniques.
The intricate details, precise to every vibrato and breath sound, could only be described as monstrous.
While her emotions were rich and full, combined with her masterful skills.
The audience's emotions soared like thunder from a clear sky, then spun wildly in the heavens.
That's right! Spinning!
Dizzying!
Even Su Yu's hands trembled slightly.
He had heard this song before; while it moved him, it didn't affect him this profoundly.
It had to be said that Chen Rong's singing had reached its peak, and she understood perfectly how to manipulate the audience's emotions.
It was surprisingly explosive for the national team to personally sing "Chi Ling."
This indeed surprised him.
"You sing your part, and I take the stage,
Do not mock the playful wind and moon, nor laugh at human folly.
We have asked about the past, sung of glory and ruin with sonorous voices.
Saying there is no feeling, saying there is feeling, how to ponder.
Saying there is no feeling, saying there is feeling, a heavy ponder..."
As the last line was sung.
The accompaniment gradually faded.
The swaying red silks on the stage also began to still.
Everyone on stage vanished.
The entire stage was empty.
Only a crimson opera costume remained, hanging in the center of the stage.
The lights slowly dimmed.
The stage gradually became pitch black.
However, one light remained, illuminating the crimson opera costume.
Its redness was so dazzling, it was heart-wrenching.
Boom!
Several lines of special effects text suddenly appeared on the large screen behind.
Like giant stones breaking through a blockade, carrying faint dust, they finally settled on the screen.
[The mountains and rivers are in turmoil, though lowly placed, I dare not forget the nation; I, a lowly actor, have repaid the nation's grace!]
...
After a brief silence, a thunderous roar of applause erupted from the audience!
"Good!"
"Awesome!"
"Damn! That singing!"
"Damn! Those lyrics!"
"Damn! That melody!"
"It was so exhilarating! I didn't expect listening to opera to be more impactful than a concert!"
"Chi Ling is awesome!"
"Damn it, ignorance is terrifying, that's called Chi Ling!"
"I have a premonition that this song will be covered by countless Douyin influencers overnight!"
This is what a song should be!
This is what a singer should be!
They were a million times better than those influencers who sang cutesy songs with affected voices!
When the national team opened their mouths, it was a massacre!
The impact of hearing the song live was incomparable to online streaming.
The emotions stirred by the singer, rising from the bottom of one's heart, were enough to make one's blood boil.
The crowd cheered enthusiastically, wanting to vent their inner emotions, but they found that the line, "Though lowly placed, I dare not forget the nation, even if no one knows me," echoed in their minds like lingering notes, constantly stimulating their nerves, refusing to dissipate.
Opera is called a national treasure not only for its long history and countless classic pieces, but also because opera actors require very strong basic skills.
Opera is performed on stage, and every performance is live, requiring zero errors.
Therefore, opera actors need decades of tedious practice to achieve their solid mastery.
Just like Chen Rong's perfect performance this time, it directly gave everyone listening goosebumps.
Having sung opera for so many years, she understood how to stir the audience's emotions perfectly.
...
Ling Ling, who was watching the talent show, came behind her grandfather at some point.
She listened attentively to the song on the tablet.
On television, her favorite brother Zhu Yu was dancing, but she paid no attention.
Until the song finished.
The old man's eyes were slightly red. Feeling his granddaughter behind him, he turned around, startled at first, then smiled kindly at her.
"Grandpa, what was the name of that song just now?"
"Chi Ling."
"What does Chi Ling mean?"
"In our ancient times, those who performed opera were called 'ling gong'..."
The old man smiled and explained the meaning of Chi Ling.
It was like over a decade ago, when his granddaughter was babbling and full of curiosity about everything, he patiently guided her to discover the world.
He was very happy that in his sixties, he could still answer his granddaughter's questions.
...
Zhanfang Entertainment.
Zhang Wei and Li Yunchuan sat stunned in front of the television.
The beer cans in their hands were almost crushed.
They didn't even notice the beer spilling on the floor.
Ding!
Ding!
Ding!
Their phones rang frantically.
Zhang Wei came to his senses and blankly opened his phone.
The messages in the internal group were scrolling by like a screen refresh.
Outsiders focused on the singer, while insiders paid more attention to the song itself, meaning the producer.
"That was so satisfying to listen to!"
"Alas, I lack culture, one 'damn' explains it all!"
"Who is this Ting Yu?"
"Are there any brothers from Xinghui here? Don't hide it, is this Ting Yu really your company's ace producer?"
"I'm from Xinghui, and I swear on my chest, Ting Yu is really a newcomer, not an alias for a master!"
"Heh, if he can collaborate with someone like Chen Rong from the national team, I'll eat my phone if Ting Yu is a newcomer!"
"Believe it or not..."
"Whether he's a newcomer or not, his work has already made me his fan."
"Fan +1."
"@Zhang Wei, tell us your current feelings?"
"Haha, you've taken all the fun out of it. Now, if you @Zhang Wei, he probably wants to kill you..."
"I think we shouldn't just @Zhang Wei, but also @Zhao Zhicheng and @Li Yunchuan, and let them talk about their victim experience."
"Haha, that's right, @Zhang Wei @Zhao Zhicheng @Li Yunchuan, come out and say something."
"I propose they form a victim alliance and gather everyone's strength to fight against Ting Yu."
"Pfft... That's a good suggestion, I second it!"
"Comfortable! Fortunately, I heard rumors and didn't release any new songs this month. Now that Ting Yu has released a song in ancient style, he won't release another one next month, right? Everyone, I'll release my song on the first of next month, and I'll claim the number one spot on the ancient style new song chart!"
"Joke, without Ting Yu, you think you can get first place?"
"Don't you believe me? Just watch, I've invited a big shot to write this song this time, the championship is guaranteed!"
"Who?"
"I won't reveal it yet, you'll know when the time comes."
"Don't get too cocky, be careful that Ting Yu releases another ancient style song!"
"Hmph, who would be so bored to release two in a row?"
Zhang Wei scrolled through the messages in the group, becoming more and more agitated.
Li Yunchuan, seeing this, quickly held his hand, calming him down.
Zhang Wei paused, put down his phone.
He threw himself into Li Yunchuan's arms and burst into tears.
Li Yunchuan said nothing, but gently patted his back, letting him vent his emotions on him.
This junior of his has truly had a rough fate. He became famous at twenty, but never even had a year of popularity before falling into obscurity. He had been honing his skills all these years. Just as he finally arranged for a song with a senior producer and was preparing to make a comeback with it, he encountered this monster named Ting Yu.
Sigh...
After a while, Zhang Wei's crying subsided.
He got up from Li Yunchuan's arms.
Then he lowered his head and searched for something.
However, he searched for a long time but couldn't find it.
"Are you looking for this?" Li Yunchuan took out a pack of Huanghelou from his pocket.
"You... how did you know?" Zhang Wei asked, stunned.
"Because... I've experienced how you feel..."
Li Yunchuan gave a bitter smile, his tone low and helpless.
Zhang Wei was stunned for a moment, then looked at Li Yunchuan. Their gazes gradually became filled with melancholy.
A feeling of shared suffering arose between them.
Then, he grabbed Li Yunchuan's hand and walked towards the door, saying as he walked, "Let's go have a smoke!"
...