If you just look at the music, you might think it’s not worth it, and if you just look at the lyrics, you might not think it’s worth it either.

But when the music and lyrics are combined, with the addition of Pei Yanzhi's story, and Han Sen's huge fame, it seems reasonable that this song "Chi Ling" is worth tens of millions.

…

When Pei Xueman walked off the stage, her long legs were limp and she had no strength at all.

She didn't sleep well yesterday and spent the whole night practicing, thinking about today's performance.

Now that the performance is over, I feel a little relieved and feel a little enchanted.

At this moment, there was thunderous applause from the audience, and countless people cheered.

Pei Xueman calmed down, turned around, and looked at Pei Yongzhen, who was transformed into Tsing Yi with a dramatic look on his face: "Thank you for your hard work, uncle."

"It's not hard work. It's all worth it for the drama." The uncle shook his head slightly and stood with a smile.

All the staff of the "Singing Caravan" crew, including the entire directing team, are very excited at this moment. The performance on the spot was so good that it exceeded everyone's expectations. Even Zhou Jinpeng is considering whether to let Pei Xueman sing again.

Read "Chi Ling" again.

But after thinking about it, I gave up.

He was especially sure that if Pei Xueman sang other songs, they would definitely not have the same effect as now.

Otherwise, Pei Xueman would not have fallen to this point.

Zhou Jinpeng felt that Pei Xueman had waited for his spring.

With this song "Chi Ling" alone, Pei Xueman will have a place in the entire history of the Chinese music scene.

For a moment, Zhou Jinpeng's eyes looked at Pei Xueman, full of amiability.

The host Li Rui was even more excited. Good guy, after hosting so many episodes, there has never been such a sensational scene even if a top-tier singer was present. Pei Xueman relied solely on his singing talent to infect the audience.

Hundreds of spectators.

Yes, from the first few dozen people to now, after one song, five or six hundred people came one after another to the entire Huizhou Old Street, blocking the entire streets and alleys.

Even not far away, there are many people coming in a steady stream.

Li Rui's excited words were useless.

In front of the audience, I interviewed Pei Xueman nervously and stuttering one after another, and then invited some passersby to the stage to sing, and then the recording ended in less than an hour.

That night, when she returned to the hotel, Pei Xueman took a shower, lay on the bed, and slept peacefully.

That night, she had a dream.

In the dream, fire broke out and a theater collapsed.

A man in Tsing Yi, wearing a purple and gold crown with jewels in his hair, danced calmly and gracefully on the collapsed stage.

I saw that his temples were like knife cuts, his eyebrows were like ink paintings, his face was like peach petals, and his eyes were like autumn waves.

Even when he is angry, he is still smiling; even when he is angry, he is still affectionate.

He laughed and pointed at the wailing jackals, tigers and leopards in the audience, his eyes filled with fire.

The narration seemed like someone was singing:

The streets were full of mournful soldiers, and the sound of drama was shimmering.

Who says actors are not men? Even though you have a low status, you can still serve your motherland!

…

I don't know how much time passed.

Everything in front of me became quiet.

On a narrow path, a child ran over happily.

"Brother Yan Zhi, you are very popular now, even more popular than when you were a famous actor!"

The kid covered his mouth and smiled: "Everyone likes you and respects you. Someone even wrote a song for you, and everyone is singing it!"

Hearing this cheerful tone, Pei Yanzhi also became happy, and he said: "If I alone can exchange for the lives of so many enemy soldiers, it will be worth not being remembered."

"They all feel sorry for you... they say that actors are more talented."

The little Tong'er's voice lowered, knowing that his young master didn't like this kind of comment.

The look on Pei Yanzhi's face stiffened, and his voice trembled with indignation: "I am an actor and a bitch, yes, but I don't need anyone's sympathy!"

"Can't I be remembered for my merits, not for being an actor?"
Chapter completed!