“Besides thanking Fang Yuan, I also want to thank all the participating singers and teachers present, as well as the judges.”
The station director raised his glass: “Come on, let’s all raise a toast, and wish ‘I Am a Singer’ a new high next week!”
Dang dang dang dang dang~
Everyone raised their glasses and drank together.
“Fang Yuan, your arrival is a huge threat to me.”
Han Hong joked: “Your popularity is too high, tonight's votes have already said it all. I got 280,000 votes, you got 430,000 votes, the gap is too big. If we continue like this, won’t the championship be yours?”
Liu Huan shook his head and sighed: “Sigh, this competition can't go on. Director, should I withdraw?”
“Yes, Fang Yuan is too terrifying. We are all old guys, we still need to mingle in the music scene. Fang Yuan is making us lose face.”
Sun Nan took a sip of beer: “Director, I’ll pack up and leave tomorrow.”
Haha~
Everyone burst into laughter.
The director laughed: “Don’t worry. I forgot to tell you. Due to Fang Yuan’s upcoming filming, he can’t continue the next competition. He’s withdrawing from the competition.”
What???
Withdrawn???
Except for those who knew in advance.
The entire audience was shocked.
“How can this be? It’s such a pity. I was looking forward to Fang Yuan’s next performance.”
Nana looked regretful.
“Good riddance!”
Hu Yanbin couldn’t contain his joy: “Without Fang Yuan, maybe I can continue. With him, I’m pretty sure I’ll be eliminated next week.”
“That’s right. Fang Yuan, you can go with peace of mind. Don’t come back. We’re afraid of you.”
Tan Wei Wei also felt that she had lost a threat.
Hahaha…
Laughter echoed throughout the venue.
“Look at us. We have no seniority at all.”
Li Jian, with his gentle demeanor, smiled while eating stinky tofu: “By the way, Director, since there’s one less singer next week, do we need to invite another singer to fill the spot?”
“No need. Fang Yuan has given his chance to Zhang Bi Chen. She will continue for him.”
Ah???
The singers looked at each other.
They felt like it was unfair to the other singers.
At least it was unfair to the eliminated singers.
“I know you might have some objections, but I hope you can give Zhang Bi Chen a chance to revive.”
The producer of “Singer” stepped forward: “This is a decision made by the leadership of the station and the program team.”
“Because Fang Yuan wrote a new song for Zhang Bi Chen. The song is of high quality and will bring surprises to next week’s ‘Singer’.”
“Fang Yuan is leaving, we can’t stop him. The program team needs a burst to replace Fang Yuan to keep the program’s heat and continue. This burst is Zhang Bi Chen.”
“‘Singer’ is after all a variety show. We need ratings and traffic. I hope you understand.”
The director of Hunan TV’s program center echoed: “I’ve heard the new song that Fang Yuan wrote for Zhang Bi Chen. It’s really good. You guys be careful next week.”
“What song is it? Can we hear it?”
Tan Wei Wei curiously asked.
To stimulate the competitive spirit among the participating singers and improve the quality of the program, the director asked Fang Yuan to sing two sections of “Liang Liang.”
“Wow! It’s really good!”
Hu Yanbin felt a sense of crisis: “It seems like I need to bring another original song next week, otherwise, I won’t stand a chance.”
“This song is also written by Fang Yuan?”
Tan Wei Wei’s tone was filled with surprise: “Fang Yuan, how many songs have you written? I heard from Liang Ying that you sold tonight's “Left Hand Points to the Moon” to her, right? Write one for me too.”
“Fang Yuan, and me too. I release an album every two years, but there are only a few that become hits.”
Li Jian casually mentioned: “People like my songs, but mostly the older ones, like “Wind Blows Through Wheat Waves”, “Lake Baikal”, “You Are With Me”, etc.”
“Do you have any written songs? If you do, sing two of them live for us.”
Han Hong said as she ate: “Whoever thinks it suits their style, they can buy it. Don’t worry about the price, I’ll make sure you’re satisfied.”
Yes, yes, yes!
Han Hong’s suggestion was unanimously approved by the singers.
“Alright then.”
Fang Yuan had been in this world for over half a year.
Except for Fan Ye, who considered him like a son.
He was truly alone.
He would often think of his parents from his previous life.
When he transmigrated.
His parents were already gone.
He loved a song in his previous life.
It was called “A Prose Poem Written by My Father”.
He just couldn’t sing it.
Now he had the singing skills of a King of Songs.
And this song didn’t exist in this parallel world.
So he spent 998 points in the system to buy the lyrics and sheet music of this song.
“Ahem~”
Fang Yuan cleared his throat: “This song is called “A Prose Poem Written by My Father”. I wrote it to remember my father.”
“Nineteen ninety-three~The crops haven’t been harvested yet~”
“The child lies in my arms~Sleeping so soundly~”
As soon as Fang Yuan opened his mouth.
Everyone put down their chopsticks and wine glasses.
The venue immediately fell silent.
To make the lyrics more suitable for his age.
Fang Yuan changed “Nineteen eighty-four” to “Nineteen ninety-four.”
“Today’s open-air movie~I don’t have time to watch~”
“My wife reminds me~To fix the sewing machine’s pedal~”
“Tomorrow I’m going to~The construction site to carry some more bricks~”
“The child cried all day~I want to buy him cookies~”
…
Fang Yuan’s singing attracted the attention of passersby.
“This is my father’s~Words from his diary~”
“This is his youth~The prose poem he left behind~”
“When I grew up~I couldn’t help but shed tears~”
“But my father has already~Left only a shadow~”
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