Watch the night wind blowing through the window sill,
Can you feel my love?
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Wang Zijun¡¯s farewell concert was accompanied by Asia¡¯s most famous orchestra. But at this moment, except for the elegant strings of the acoustic guitar and Wang Zijun's singing, there was no other sound.
One person and one piano slowly rose from the center of the stage. The four lights shining on Wang Zijun were very soft, just like his singing voice and the sound of the piano. There is no luxurious sound, no gorgeous lights, no passionate opening song and dance, everything is as light as a chrysanthemum.
Wang Zijun sat leisurely on the chair, supporting the guitar with his raised knees, and only occasionally plucked the strings with his fingers. His slightly sad singing voice could clearly be heard in every corner of the venue.
The song has been re-arranged, and even when it reaches its climax, it doesn¡¯t cause too much of a stir. From beginning to end, Wang Zijun sat there and sang quietly, and the lights did not flicker or shake. An indescribable force made the audience sit still and listen, as if it was a sin to speak or move around at this time.
Except for the flowing singing, it seems that time in the venue has stood still.
No, it¡¯s not that we are standing still, but that time is flowing backwards. The audience's thoughts are brought back to the green years by this song, and they are traced back in the long river of time. The faint time that seems to have been forgotten reappears in the mind bit by bit.
"With You in My Life", this is the first song Wang Zijun sang in public in this world. Different from 20 years ago, Wang Zijun's singing voice was full of youthful atmosphere. Even the sad lyrics sounded like a young man who didn't know the joy of sadness.
Twenty years later, Wang Zijun sang this song again. His singing voice was a little lazy, a little casual, and had more of the magnetic voice of a middle-aged man. The lyrics have not changed, but every word gives people a completely different feeling. It is full of retrospection and memories.
"How many people once admired your appearance when you were young,
Who knows who is willing to endure the ruthless changes of time?
How many people have come and gone in your life?
You know I will always be by your side with you in my life
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The little girl in Cai Anqian¡¯s arms was holding a Barbie doll and looking curiously at her uncle who was singing on the stage. Suddenly a few tears fell on the back of her hand. The little girl raised her head and looked at her mother's face with wide eyes as two traces of tears streaked across her face. She reached out to wipe the tears on her chin and said, "Mom, if you don't cry, Qinqin will no longer be naughty."
Wang Shuli silently handed over the tissue. There was a ten-year age difference between him and the pretty widow next to him, so he couldn't quite understand her feelings and emotions.
What is even more incomprehensible than Wang Shuli is Du Xiaojun, who is only in his teens. Du Xiaojun just thought that Wang Zijun's singing was very beautiful, and that he also had a boy's vague fantasy and impulse about love. He had never seen his father cry before. When his father's business was not going well, he would scold people fiercely, but now his father actually cried because of a song. Although she didn't shed any tears, there were tears in her eyes, but they looked particularly bright under the faint light from the fluorescent sticks.
Sun Xibi touched his big belly and suddenly remembered the first time he saw Wang Zijun in school. We participated in a parade to protect the Diaoyu Islands together, and then the students went their separate ways. He plunged into officialdom, married a wife and had children, intrigued and deceived each other, and carefully climbed to his current position step by step.
Twenty years of memories, one fragment after another, flashed through my mind as fast as a movie, so clear and yet out of reach.
"Alas!" Thousands of words merged into a sigh. Sun Xibi silently held his wife's hand, but what he was thinking about was taking his wife and children to dinner tomorrow. Being too busy at work and having a woman outside, he found that he had not spent time with his family for a long time.
Everyone¡¯s experiences are different, but their nostalgia for the past is the same. The lazy and casual singing aroused resonance in the hearts of the audience, and they collectively fell into memories.
This concert is not only a farewell, but also a memory and nostalgia.
When the last note fell, the concert venue fell into a short silence, followed by thunderous applause.
Twenty years ago, at Wang Zijun¡¯s concert, fans reacted with screams like mountains and tsunamis, but now the scene is much more reserved.
The tickets for Wang Zijun¡¯s last concert were extremely expensive, with the lowest ticket costing NT$688. Especially for VIP tickets and first-class tickets, the price alone makes working-class people feel pain, and the ticket buyers are basically middle-aged people with financial strength. They have shared an era together and have enough life experiences to lament and miss. They do not have the passion of young people listening to concerts, and they will no longer scream and shout unbridled, but they will put more full emotions behind them into their hands.?Among them.
Suddenly the lights on the stage brightened, and Wang Zijun suddenly stood up and bowed to the audience. The applause that had just stopped sounded again with this bow.
Wang Zijun pressed down the microphone on his lips and said with a smile: "I remember the first time I held a concert, it was in Zhongshan Hall. Twenty years have passed in the blink of an eye, and now I have to hold a farewell concert, which makes me a little melancholy. Sad. Haha, when people get old, they start to like memories. From Brother Jun to Master Jun, do you think I am getting old? "
"No!"
"Not old!"
There were mixed responses from the audience, mixed with laughter and booing.
"Someone asked me why I retired at the age of 38. When did I say retirement?" Wang Zijun sat down again, holding the acoustic guitar and said, "I just said that I would quit the front desk and stop being a singer, actor and director. I can do everything by myself." It¡¯s very tiring. If I have free time in the future, I will still write songs, write scripts, etc., just as a hobby to pass the time. So, if you see any movie screenwriter signed by Wang Zijun in the future, don¡¯t doubt that it is my money If you don¡¯t have enough, come out to earn living expenses"
Many fans of Wang Zijun are very sorry for his retirement from the entertainment industry. This is a comfort. At least many people at the scene are looking forward to Wang Zijun's future works.
While Wang Zijun was speaking, two beautiful girls aged fourteen or fifteen came out from the backstage passage. After they walked to the stage, they held their skirts and gracefully saluted the audience, gathering around Wang Zijun.
Wang Zijun held the hands of the two little girls and asked the fans in the audience with a smile: "Is my daughter pretty?"
As soon as they heard that she was Wang Zijun¡¯s daughter, the fans immediately reacted enthusiastically and responded loudly and beautifully.
" Two rich ladies, Wang Shiya is fifteen years old this year, and Wang Feiyu is fourteen years old this year. Although many people in the outside world are aware of their existence, no photos have been exposed to the public. Even their classmates do not know that they are Wang Zijun's daughters.
This time I heard that my father was going to have his last concert, so I started to make plans to be Wang Zijun¡¯s guest at the concert. How could Wang Zijun survive his daughter? He had to nod his head obediently.
Although Wang Shiya is only one year older than Wang Feiyu, she is half a head taller than her sister. She has a graceful figure and extremely delicate facial features. She has an Audrey look between her eyebrows? Hepburn's look.
Wang Feiyu looks more like her father Wang Zijun, with her hair cut extremely short. At first glance, she thought she was a handsome tomboy. Wang Zijun had nothing to do with her. Every time she said that girls look better with longer hair, Wang Feiyu always replied that it would be troublesome to wash her hair because it was too long.
Wang Zijun played the acoustic guitar again. In fact, the first part of this concert was all played with refreshing acoustic guitar accompaniment, without any other accompaniment or sound effects.
With only a few notes played, experienced fans can recognize what song it is.
But this time Wang Zijun did not sing. He was just playing the guitar. The two daughters beside him were the real singers.
"On the banyan tree by the pond, cicadas are calling for summer,
On the swing next to the playground, only butterflies rested on it.
The teacher¡¯s chalk on the blackboard is still chattering away.
Waiting for the end of get out of class, waiting for school to be over, waiting for the game of childhood
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Although the two little princesses are not very good at schoolwork, they are definitely good at singing and dancing. Especially Wang Feiyu and Wang Zijun, when they were teaching their sons to practice boxing, she would come to join in the fun and perform a set of punches well. Wang Zijun couldn't understand why a very well-behaved little girl turned into a tomboy in just a few years. Maybe, when she falls in love in the future, she will become more feminine.
The little girl has a beautiful voice and sings "Childhood" with a unique flavor. This time it was much more joyful than the song just now. Wang Zijun played the guitar accompaniment and sang as the fans clapped in time with him. Later in the song, Wang Zijun also sang along with his daughter.
After singing "Childhood", the staff brought two more guitars and a wooden bench. Wang Zijun and his two daughters sat on the bench. The two wealthy ladies started to play the guitar, as if they wanted to compete here. Wang Zijun hilariously tapped the guitar top to give his daughters the time.
Wang Zijun¡¯s concert didn¡¯t seem to care about the audience¡¯s feelings. The opening forty minutes were all played with refreshing acoustic guitar accompaniment. It was like a folk song concert, and there was no fear that the audience would be impatient and tired of it. Wang Shiya and Wang Feiyu didn't go down after they came up, and they kept helping their dad to accompany him.
Wang Zijun came down occasionally and chatted with many fans, telling jokes and having fun, as if he had completely forgotten that he was still at the concert.
It wasn¡¯t until the end of the first part that Wang Zijun took his daughter¡¯s hand, returned to the dressing room from the lift, and quicklyChange your clothes.
The orchestra hired at a high price finally came in handy, but the user was Teresa Teng who came out to join the performance. Fans can now see that this concert is a group show for Wang Zijun and his family, and maybe they will all come out to show off later.
A large number of Wang Zijun¡¯s fans are also Teresa Teng¡¯s fans. Wang Zijun hated the fact that Teresa Teng was hired back then. What he hated was naturally the fact that Teresa Teng's performances and recordings dropped sharply, and she even quit the music scene for a time.
But those are all things of the past, just like a passing cloud. Fans are more of a blessing to Teresa Teng and Wang Zijun. (To be continued. Please search Piaotian Literature, the novels will be better and updated faster!)