bdsm-fiction Chapter 095 Who says only those standing in the light are heroes?
Chapter 095 Who says only those standing in the light are heroes?
The release of the official program list for the National Day Gala caused an immediate uproar online.
Yang Du, a newcomer who has only been in the industry for a few months, not only made it to the National Day Gala in one fell swoop, but also sang two songs at once.
Once the news was confirmed, the entire Weibo and Gaoshan Forum were thrown into a strange state of excitement.
To be honest, this is setting a new historical record, isn't it?
[This is more than just a record; it's unprecedented and likely to remain so!]
[I think we shouldn't call Yang Du some kind of innate trending topic savior; he might actually be a natural-born star in the Chinese music scene.]
Holy crap, this is incredible! They practically have the word "awesome" etched on their foreheads. Awesome! (voice cracks)
Ugh, you're disgusting upstairs.
Meanwhile, Chen Jianguo sat on the sofa, his fingers tapping unconsciously, his eyes fixed on the program schedule on his phone, his expression somewhat dazed.
He had previously heard through internal channels that Yang Du had two songs that would be performed at the National Day Gala, so he had some idea of what was going on.
Despite having some confidence, when he actually saw the names on the program list, this seasoned vice chairman of the music association still couldn't help but twitch his eyelids twice.
This is quite a sight...
Soaring into the sky!
No one had ever come with such a fierce display of force before.
He recalled Jiang Yinglan's earlier phone call, and then he remembered his arrogant promise to put on a show of authority. Although he was quickly silenced by his wife, he had still said it.
"Let's wait and see..."
The National Day holiday has finally arrived amidst much anticipation.
A high-end residential community in Beijing.
Wang Shihui sat in front of the television, holding a thermos filled with goji berries, and switched the channel to CCTV-1.
Jiang Yingmei came out of the kitchen carrying a plate of sliced cantaloupe and was a little surprised to see this scene.
"Hey, don't you usually hate watching these patriotic galas? You said seeing them reminds you of my cousin's ugly face. What's gotten into you today?"
Speaking of her cousin, Jiang Yingmei sighed. She used to be such a strong-willed and proud person, but these days she had been made to look disheveled and haggard by Yang Du, a mere child. She was even a little dazed.
Wang Shihui chuckled: "Tonight's going to be interesting, you'll see in a bit. Come watch with us, it'll be worth it."
The party proceeded smoothly until a low, slightly somber prelude began.
An information bar appears in the lower left corner of the TV screen.
Song: "The Lone Warrior"
Singer: Lin Xu
Lyrics by Yang Du
Composer: Yang Du
Jiang Yingmei's hand, which had just picked up a toothpick, hovered in mid-air. She glared at her husband and instantly understood what he was up to.
"Go? Are you worthy? That tattered cloak..."
The song ended.
"It's truly remarkable, this song is really well written." Jiang Yingmei's expression was complicated, and she found that her eyes were actually a little sore.
"It's more than remarkable," Wang Shihui said. "Over the years, national-level galas, especially those for National Day celebrations, have always maintained a grand narrative. They sing praises of the beautiful landscape and five thousand years of history."
"Is it pleasant to listen to? Of course it is. Is it solemn? Absolutely solemn. But that's the problem: historically, everyone has been sitting in the audience looking up at the nation, the people, and history."
Wang Shihui picked up the remote control, rewound the progress bar, and replayed "The Lone Warrior".
Lin Xu maintained a straight posture, and although he couldn't compare to the national team members, he was still quite steady, which boosted his morale.
"But The Lone Warrior is different. His perspective shifts from grand narratives to the individual, from the stage to the audience, focusing on every ordinary person."
Jiang Yingmei nodded thoughtfully, "Now that you mention it, it's true. In the past, when we watched galas, they praised the country's glory and social achievements, while ordinary people in the audience were responsible for cheering and clapping."
"But the song 'The Lone Warrior' just now celebrates ordinary people who can only appear as background figures in daily life, giving people a wonderful sense of participation, realizing that I am also one of them."
"Right?" Wang Shihui smacked his lips and exclaimed, "That's the brilliance. At a high-profile event like the National Day Gala, the spotlight suddenly shines on ordinary people. Who could remain unmoved by that?"
Jiang Yingmei didn't reply. She took a tissue and wiped away the moisture from the corner of her eyes. Then she picked up her phone and easily accessed Yang Du's Weibo page.
A few days ago, when Jiang Yinglan lost her temper, she immediately read the article "The Second Day After the Wedding..." At the time, she was just watching the show with a gossip mentality, thinking that this guy was really mean.
Otherwise, everyone would say that intellectuals are the most wicked, cursing people without using a single dirty word, which infuriated Jiang Yinglan.
But now, the situation is completely different.
Wang Shihui asked curiously, "What are you doing?"
"I need to reread Yang Du's works carefully. Hey, Lao Wang, do you think there are any hidden profound truths in his articles that I haven't yet grasped? Otherwise, how did he find the inspiration? It can't just be mundane family matters and lowbrow stuff, can it?"
"Just listen to him bragging, that kid's a scoundrel." Wang Shihui's expression twisted slightly as he recalled the shock he felt in the recording studio that day. "I'm warning you, don't you dare act like that kid Yang Du."
……
Wang Shihui's guess was absolutely correct.
At this very moment, the live broadcast room of CCTV.com's National Day Gala is completely flooded with comments.
The dense text almost covered the entire screen, causing many people's phones to experience frame drops.
[A tribute to every ordinary person who strives tirelessly for a better life.]
I didn't cry when the camera focused on the border guards in the snowstorm, I didn't cry when it focused on the traffic police, I didn't cry when it focused on the sanitation workers, but I couldn't hold back my tears when it focused on the food delivery driver, because I really am a food delivery driver.
Who says only those standing in the light are heroes?!
On Weibo, a veteran music critic and vinyl record expert wrote a long article.
"The Lone Warrior is not simple, I'm telling you."
In the past, when I watched the National Day Gala, I would certainly feel excited and proud, but to be honest, that excitement and pride came partly from my heart and partly from the infectious atmosphere.
But just now, when I listened to "The Lone Warrior," the excitement and pride welled up spontaneously, becoming more vivid than ever before.
Listening to this song and looking at the people on the screen, I realized that each of us is contributing to the modernization of this country in our own way!
It's not only scientists, engineers, doctors, teachers, model workers, and master craftsmen who can contribute to society; every ordinary person who perseveres and works hard in their own position is making a contribution.
The greatest significance of "The Lone Warrior" lies in letting ordinary people know that even an ordinary person like me can be considered a hero, can be seen, needed, and have their own meaning.
This is the song's deepest, most enduring, and most inspiring power!
[Well said! Our country is great, and I'm no less impressive (hands on hips)]
Yes, the mainstream narratives of the past always tried to tell us that we had a great goal and that we should strive for it. "The Lone Warrior" says that you are also part of this grand narrative of a great goal.
When I finally figured this out, I, a grown man of 1.8 meters, sat on the sofa and cried like an idiot.
What does it mean to have the ultimate sense of immersion? (Tactical lean back)
Damn, I'm not well-educated, all I can say is "awesome."
[Tears well up in my eyes. Heroes aren't just in textbooks; they can be found in every ordinary job.]