radicalducati Chapter 221
Chapter 221
In the restaurant.
Hua Wan blinked her red eyes and looked at Bai Qinning in confusion: "Ningning, is this the song title of Ning Buzhi or is there a problem with the program group backstage?"
The staff around the table were also confused.
This was the first time they saw a song title with numbers. The key was that they couldn't figure out the meaning of this string of numbers.
Until.
Bai Qinning held the phone, her black eyes flickered on her beautiful face, and she looked at the screen and whispered:
"197653, it means 197653 martyrs during the War to Resist M and Aid Korea."
This number was told to her by her grandfather, because her great grandfather was one of the martyrs in this number.
When Bai Qinning finished speaking, everyone present was slightly stunned.
At this time.
In the studio.
The low and suppressed piano sound was accompanied by the sound of artillery fire.
It seemed that at this moment, everyone was brought to the battlefield full of artillery fire.
Gun smoke curled up, flames filled the sky, and in the hail of bullets, countless soldiers fought fiercely with the enemy and shouted loudly!
The expressions on everyone's faces became solemn at this moment.
The war drums sounded and shouts were heard in the ears, and the dull drum beats hit everyone's heart one by one.
The sound of swords faded away in the ears, and the young and powerful voice followed.
"It was a winter, he packed his bags and left his hometown. He didn't have time to say goodbye but never hesitated, crossing the white mountains and black waters."
"The gray sky was floating with gray snow, and the silver earth was covered with bloody frost."
"The devil touched, the lives were charred, the morality was on the shoulders, and the anger in the heart could not sit idly by!"
Sing out a few lyrics.
From low to sonorous release, everyone was shocked.
Pupils widened!
Even breathing became a little rapid!
The hot blood in the body began to surge at this moment.
This is the passion and memory engraved in the bones of the Chinese people.
The devil stretched out his hand to China, and the people suffered. As a great country, the Chinese people will never sit idly by!
The singing continued.
"At the age of 17, he was a soldier holding a gun. He never mentioned the word of fear under the heavy rain of bullets!"
"Crossing the red river, let the enemy be afraid of death, not afraid of death!"
"He! Close the door and beat the dog, robbing and killing layer by layer!"
"How many times the snowflakes fell and could not melt the wounds, the green grass was silent, and they stayed on the nameless hills!"
"On the endless journey, the stars pointed out his direction, and he always believed that the light would eventually illuminate the world!"
...
With the arrival of the climax of the song, the overall momentum of the music suddenly became exciting and magnificent.
On the battlefield.
The young boy straightened his back, in the ice and snow, on the battlefield filled with freedom, in order to defend his country, he fought hard against the enemy!
Almost all the audience inside and outside the stadium were filled with blood and tears at this moment!
Yes!
How can they forget!
Forget these 197653 martyrs!
Forget all the soldiers who exchanged their lives and blood for the prosperity and prosperity of China today!
Never forget!
"We can't forget the history of 70 years ago. With flesh and blood, they built a new Great Wall!"
"The prosperity and prosperity are due to the people who carry the burden forward. We should strengthen ourselves and maintain the power of blood."
"Don't forget the dreams of heroes, all the nine states are safe, and the mountains and rivers are safe!"
"197653 In that distant battlefield, 197653 they left hope."
"197653 They left faith, 197653 They held the guns tightly in their hands!"
...
The singing stopped abruptly, and the whole audience was extremely solemn.
On the stage, under the mask, An Zihao's eyes were already filled with tears. He calmed down a little and said sincerely: "197653, salute every hero."
After speaking, he bowed deeply and paid tribute to the heroes of the past.
Everyone inside and outside the scene, at this moment, had tears in their eyes, blood surging in their chests, and was shocked in their hearts.
They never expected that today's rap, this song named with numbers, was very different from the rap they had in their impressions, but it made them shed tears.
After a short silence, countless people burst into extremely warm applause.
The live broadcast room also gushed out a gusher of bullet comments.
[My scalp tingled and my eyes were filled with tears. 197653 fresh lives, one family after another! These are our martyrs, and they should be praised! ]
[This is the best rap I have ever heard, and I will not accept any rebuttal! I will stand up straight and promote this song in our school! 】
【I was completely broken by Ning Buzhi's song again. It was very exciting and shocking. It turns out that I don't dislike rap, I just don't like those who swear and moan without reason. 】
【Will this song be on the Spring Festival Gala? It's so patriotic and inspiring. I feel excited when I listen to it.Blood is boiling, the new generation of China needs such a righteous spirit to lead the new generation of children. 】
【It's my first time listening to rap, I didn't expect to be so passionate and tearful, Ning Buzhi's lyrics are so well written! 】
【Tears are flowing + 1, sister in front, aren't you a fan of Wu Chengzhou? Why are you praising Ning Buzhi (crying)】
【Oh, now I'm no longer a fan of Wu Chengzhou, the hero warriors will live forever, Ning Buzhi yyds! 】
【The hero warriors will live forever! Ning Buzhi yyds! 】
...
The screen of the live broadcast room was quickly filled with bullet comments.
The desks of the entire crew were already piled with tissues.
Originally thought that the previous song was broken by Ning Buzhi, and this one would slow down.
But they couldn't slow down!
This song was too exciting, and the sense of involvement was too strong, and they were moved to tears and tears.
Even Bai Qinning didn't know when some tissues appeared on her desk, and her nose turned slightly red.
As a descendant of a martyr, she was very grateful to Ning Buzhi for writing songs for the martyrs and for her great-grandfather.
She suddenly wanted to... want to know what kind of person he was. He should be a middle-aged uncle over 40 years old. What kind of stories had happened to this uncle?
Bai Qinning became more and more curious about this person.
This was the first person besides Li Shuo that she wanted to get to know and get along with.
There was another one before, the author Huo Le.
But she didn't expect that this person was her husband Li Shuo.
Of course, she just liked Ning Buzhi's songs, which was a kind of appreciation, just like liking Huo Le's works at the beginning, not the person.
You can follow his songs.
At this time, Hua Wan on the side suddenly said: "Ningning, I really want to meet Ning Buzhi. Let's go together when we have a chance. No matter whether he is good-looking or not, the songs he writes are really amazing!"
Bai Qinning didn't agree immediately after hearing this.
She had never paid attention to anyone in the entertainment industry. If she went to meet him, it would be star-chasing, which was not acceptable.
After a moment of silence, she said, "No."
Ning Buzhi was an excellent songwriter, Bai Qinning admired him very much, but star-chasing was another matter.
But his songs were so popular now, Li Shuo should like them too. If Li Shuo liked them too, she could go with Li Shuo to see this songwriter.
Li Shuo: What? My wife wants to follow me and chase stars?
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