"...I admit that it was all caused by the moon. If the moon is so beautiful and you are too gentle, you will just want to be with you until you are old in an instant. I admit that it was all caused by vows. But it was the most touching thing like sugar and honey. No matter how good the heart is, it will become soft in your fingers..."

"This person is amazing. Moon Lake Hotel and Moon Bay Hotel, all these songs tonight, except those two English songs are full of the moon."

"The key is that God is all good songs. I dare say that all the capitals have to be popular. These people are no worse than us."

"Platform, in this industry, some people have good songs, but it's not easy to be popular. Luck."

"I listen to that, there is still next year. This is going to be a regular program. Will you come next year?"

"Haha, I feel that it's not whether we come next year or not, but whether they invite us. We have money and some people have songs, but we can't stop it."

"Not that serious, right?"

"Brother, this is just a bar. Look outside. It's the National Channel, the Beijing Channel, and the hosts are all pillars of the National Channel. You have to understand the truth."

"Next, I'll invite my favorite host, the most beautiful Ms. Zhou Qing." Zheng Ren was a little sweating and smiled a little and handed the microphone to Zhou Qing. After completing the task, he handed it over to the station.

It is impossible to say that it is not nervous at all. It is boring all over when I get off the stage. The scene is so big.

Time is walking slowly, singing continues. The night is getting darker.

There were still so many people gathered in the temporary square, and the little girl was shaking in her boyfriend's arms and didn't want to leave. Fortunately, there was basically no increase.

The guests in the bar were no longer so excited, but instead turned to listening to music relatively quietly and enjoying it.

Xiao Shang's frequency of calling and reporting has been reduced. All those who directly participated in the indirect participants have a final say, and this game has been successful.

Zhang Yanming asked the kitchen staff to deliver hot water and food to the police and security officers outside. It was really hard for these people tonight.

The two little babies have come here, wearing the same but opposite performance costume, and tied a red neighbor scarf. They are Young Pioneers.

Zhang Yanming used Sun Liumei's cosmetics to apply eyebrows to them and used his hands to dip his lips with lipstick.

These days, lipsticks are all very popular and are not suitable for children. They are just a little bit.

According to Zhang Yanming's arrangement, soldiers in military uniforms began to appear on the back stage, and the performance gradually moved closer to loving the party, patriotism, and love for the army. They were all familiar singers and were also welcomed.

"As the night gets darker, this exciting party is coming to an end. Tonight, the stars are shining here, and we witnessed a singing feast together, the first time in the music industry is such a grand and grand feast.

Next, the one to be on stage is the performance, or the youngest stars in the domestic music industry. However, although they are young and have a lot of reputation, they may have more fans than anyone else.

Let us welcome the finale of this performance with warm applause, the youngest winner of the May Day Award in the country, Zhang Xiaoyu, Zhang Xiaoyue, and the Happy Years Group. Let us sing together and sing the motherland."

All the stars from the guests to the backstage were stunned for a moment, and their reactions were different in an instant, followed by warm applause, which rang from the bar to the temporary square.

Zhou Qing was right. There were not too many fans of the two little babies, and it was simply not different from age.

How many children are there in the country? From kindergarten to elementary school, there is no need to count junior high school. How many adults like these two beautiful little babies like porcelain dolls? It is impossible to count at all.

The two villains have sold nearly 20 million copies so far, and the other is so exaggerated that it is astonishing as it is. And in just a few months, which number can be reached in the future? No one dares to make a conclusion.

If the two villains weren't for never appearing in public, they would definitely be the biggest stars of the year.

Because most of those stars are also their fans.

During the two hours of waiting, the two little babies became the favorites of everyone in the backstage. They were hugged by a group of big stars without even falling to the ground.

Zhou Qing and several female celebrities' eyes were about to melt. They hugged and kissed each other and took photos, and they almost accepted their daughter.

"Hello everyone. I am Zhang Xiaoyu."

"I am Zhang Xiaoyue. We, we are sisters and sisters. She is sisters."

"We'll sing, we'll sing," Comrade Zhang Xiaoyu began to lower his head and count his fingers, and everyone laughed kindly.

"Two songs." The little fingers stretched out, but it was a threesome. Hahahaha

"Three songs, didn't you say you want to sing the little duck? Dad said it's OK."

"Well, three songs. I want to sing, three songs." But my little finger turned into two.

"……,Ha ha ha ha."

"Don't laugh. Seriously. We're going to sing."

"The first song. Count the duck."

The music started and the rap department started.

"A group of ducks swam under the bridge in front of the door. Come and count them. Oh, it seems that three of them have been lost?"

"Scratch, sticks."

"That's a toad."

"Oh, Oh, there are so many ducks, I can't count how many ducks."

"A group of ducks swam by under the bridge in front of the door. Come and count them, two, four, six, seven, eight..."

Zhou Qing arched Zhang Yanming with his shoulder: "The song you wrote?"

"Well, they like to sing when they are playing with their kids."

"Well, what Su Yu and Zheng Ren and the others sang were all written by you, right? And the songs from Zhu Li and Jiang Hai."

"Well, I like writing songs very much. It can express some emotions that are difficult to express in normal times and can also infect more people."

"What do you do yourself?"

"I'm studying at the Beijing Film Academy and directing. By the way, do you have time to come and play scenes? We're filming a series of TV series."

"Is it OK? Where to shoot?"

“It’s here.”

“I’m thinking about it.”

The familiar melody sounded, and the two stopped talking, including the front desk and backstage of the bar, the pedestrians who were staying in the alley outside, and the audience in the temporary square subconsciously stopped talking.

Quiet.

The beautiful melody floats up and fades away.

"The five-star red flag flutters with the wind. How loud the song of victory is, singing our dear motherland, and from then onwards we will move towards prosperity and strength."

At this moment, from the bar to the square, even the wind stopped. The people who lingered in the alley couldn't help but stand there and listened. There was an indescribable emotion that grew and twisted in their chests.

As the passionate music suddenly broke this tranquility, the emotion reached its peak in an instant, spreading from the bottom of the heart to the whole body, and bursting out from the eyes.

It was an involuntary shock, touching, inexplicable pride, and pride.

It is a kind of tired love from the bottom of your heart, a kind of love that is so deep that it is extremely deep.

Slowly, this emotion gathers into a sound, which comes out of everyone's mouth, and gradually makes a loud noise.

The national chorus. No one is in charge, no one needs to be motivated, neat and loud.

After a song, everyone felt their blood boiling in their hearts, so they wanted to find an enemy to die with him immediately.

This is a song that can instantly melt into the bones and blood of every Chinese, purifying and sublimating.

After the two little babies finished singing, they stood on the stage and looked at the adults below with red faces and inexplicable expressions of excitement, a little scared.

There was no applause, and there was a little grievance.

"Thank you. It's over." Zhang Xiaoyu was more mature than Zhang Xiaoyue. She took her to leave and took her hand and turned back to step down.

Wow, the thunderous applause suddenly burst out, and everyone wanted to use all their strength.

Zhou Qing raised his hand and wiped the corners of his eyes, and smiled a little embarrassedly. As a professional host, she actually missed the scene.

He walked over quickly and pulled the two little babies back to the stage.

"Did they sing well?"

"good."

"From this moment, I have also become their fan. The two little bodies have emitted such great power that I just shocked me and even forgot to go on stage. This is the first time I missed the show in my hosting career."
Chapter completed!