Dumb start: hold 33 concerts

Chapter 136

Anping Middle School.

The concert scene was very lively.

None of the grandpas and aunts below the stage remained motionless.

Everyone danced, and although it was chaotic, the flurry was still a dance.

In the eyes of many people, Zhong Liang has been considered a success to achieve such a level.

In the face of a group of elderly people, they are not as easy to be emotionally driven as compared to young people. The uncles and aunts still have the brand of conservativeness in their bones.

Of course, if the uncle and aunt are unrestrained, that's not too much of a stretch.

There are many people who play better than young people.

But relatively speaking, the proportion is still too small.

So Zhong Liang can do what he likes, do everything possible to stimulate the atmosphere, and make the more than 3 elderly audience present move, which is something that even the superstars can't do.

After all, even if the emperor superstar wants to do what he likes, he doesn't have the ability.

Don't look at the songs Mu Chengxue sang, such as "On the Moon", the most dazzling national style, etc., the melody is cheerful and the lyrics are simple and down-to-earth, but it takes a lot of effort to actually create it.

Especially if there are dozens or twenty poems with similar styles, the difficulty is much greater than only one or two poems.

Yan Maoxungui is the big boss, but he turned down all the entertainment tonight. He has been watching the concert from the beginning until now.

This sitting is two hours.

Counting the time, it should be almost over.

"Go and prepare, and send things to the folks after the show."

Sitting next to Yan Maoxun was his assistant, but after saying this, he didn't receive any response. When he turned his head to look, the assistant stared blankly at the stage with his mouth open, completely immersed in the concert.

Sensing Sen Han's gaze, the assistant finally came to his senses, "No, Mr. Yan, there is still one last song to end."

"The last song?" Yan Maoxun took the playlist from the assistant, "Little Apple? What song is this?"

The assistant shook his head, "I don't know Mr. Yan, but if it can be performed at the end, it must be a very nice song."

Yan Maoxun nodded and muttered to himself, "Just the word "little apple", it looks like it should be a lyrical song, and finally here is a lyrical song. The first dozen or so songs are all cheerful songs. Now I keep dancing and can't stop."

The assistant followed along and said, "It must be a lyrical song. The atmosphere is slowing down. It's almost time to end."

Backstage.

Brother Jie kept a distance of three meters from Boss Wang.

Boss Wang wondered: "Ajie, it's almost over, won't we still have to sing for three hours?"

In the past, Zhong Liang's concerts were at least three hours long.

This time I went to Anping Middle School, a small county town, and I sang for more than two hours, almost.

If he continued, he saw that the old men and aunts were a little tired.

Impossible to go any further.

Brother Jie took out the playlist, glanced at the bottom, "Well, there is one last song, Little Apple."

"Ah? Little Apple?" Boss Wang frowned, "What kind of stupid name is that? Is this song so good that it's left to the end?"

Brother Jie shook his head, "I didn't record this song, it seems that Mu Chengxue sang it by herself. It should be good, otherwise I won't save it until the end."

Boss Wang: "Is it a love song? I can't move anymore."

Boss Wang listened to every concert of Zhong Liang, but he had never been so happy as tonight.

Mainly those songs are very suitable for his appetite, and he can't help but want to dance to the rhythm after listening to them.

He has been having fun for two hours, and it has been very difficult for him.

Brother Jie spread his hands, who knows, "Anyway, it's the last song, even if it's a hilarious song, how can it be so hilarious. Are you unable to hold on anymore? I'll call you two little brothers?"

Boss Wang's eyes lit up: "Okay, okay!"

Brother Jie walked away silently, this pig is excited, in case of hunger...go far away.

In the live broadcast room, the audience who had been waiting for more than two hours also became fatigued.

There is no way, the opening is full of high songs, and after more than two hours of high, people will not be able to hold on and become bored.

"I can't stand it anymore, I can't stand it anymore, it's so fucking high."

"If you can't stand it, you have to stand it! Didn't you see that those old men and aunts are still having fun?"

"Damn it, grandpa and aunt are more energetic than us."

"It should be almost over. Even if Zhong Liang does it again, these uncles and aunts can't stand it anymore. Jumping for more than two hours in a row is already the limit."

"There's no continuity. People dance for a while and rest for a while. It's oily."

"I'm really looking forward to the last song. The previous songs are very good and can be called classics. This last song can't be too bad, right?"

"It shouldn't be bad. Which of Zhong Liang's songs is not a masterpiece? The main thing is whether there can be a slow song, a lyrical one, a sad love song, too, to neutralize the overly boiling blood."

"Then what are you waiting for, let people pass on the blog to cool down."

……

In this concert, the songs Zhong Liang asked Mu Chengxue to sing were all upbeat songs.

Once you get excited, you can't stop.

But more than two hours in a row is almost enough.

Zhong Liang had calculated it, otherwise he wouldn't have only driven for more than two hours. Usually, he would drive for three hours.

On the small stage, the seven fairies leading the dance couldn't move anymore.

Even if square dancing is their favorite, dancing continuously for so long, the body can't bear it.

There was still the last song, Zhong Liang asked the Seven Fairies to withdraw.

The grandparents in the audience breathed a sigh of relief, looking at the stage with tired eyes.

It's finally over.

Finally, I can get washing powder and eggs.

I can finally go home and sleep.

Grandpa and aunt stretched their waists, beat their calves, and slipped away as soon as they got the prize.

But at this time, the movements of the uncles and aunts froze, and they saw Zhong Liang and Mu Chengxue on the stage, beside Zhong Liang and Mu Chengxue, several little girls appeared, all of good looks and figure.

The aunts curled their lips, a little upset.

What time is it, and these bells and whistles are still being played, and my mother is going home to sleep.

There was a flash of light in the eyes of the uncles, but it was only a flash, and they couldn't stand up anymore.

They want to go home too, and they want to sleep too.

If you give them a pillow at this time, they can sleep on it.

People in small counties tend to go to bed earlier.

It was almost ten o'clock at this time, and when it was their work and rest time, they kept thinking about going home and going to bed.

Zhong Liang stood on the stage, looking down at the grandparents below, seeing their eyes half-opened and half-closed, the music stopped for a short while, and they fell asleep.

How can this work?

Can my concert make you sleep?

That's not smashing my own signboard.

If I talk about it in the future, others will laugh at me, Zhong Liang, for having a concert that actually makes people fall asleep.

What does it mean?
It means his concert is not good.

What doesn't work?
No way, nothing.

Therefore, Zhong Liang raised his right hand and yelled in his heart: "Sleep, get paralyzed!"

With a heavy swing of his right hand, the music of "Little Apple" played immediately!

(End of this chapter)