raknovel Chapter 88 The Song I Can't Wait to Hear
Chapter 88 The Song I Can't Wait to Hear
Chapter 88 The Song I Can't Wait to Hear
tonight.
It was the day of the 89 graduation ceremony of the China Conservatory of Music.
The concert hall, which can accommodate two thousand people, was packed to capacity.
On stage, the deep red velvet curtain was tightly closed, while the buzzing of conversations below the stage blended together.
The graduating students, dressed in their best clothes, wore expressions of anticipation for the future, reluctance to leave the campus, and excitement for their graduation performance.
Seated in the front row were college leaders, professors from various departments, and leaders and representatives from major arts troupes and performing arts groups who had been specially invited to select promising talents.
Their gazes were sharper than the stage spotlights, scrutinizing the young figures on stage who might become future pillars of the industry.
The curtain slowly rose.
The stage lights switched to a warm, bright orange-yellow.
Zu Hai's small figure appeared in the center of the stage. She was wearing a specially modified red dress, and her face was filled with undisguised excitement, like a freshly polished red apple.
The accompaniment begins with a lively and energetic folk band arrangement, complemented by electronic keyboards.
As soon as the intro started, the bright, cheerful, and catchy melody instantly captivated everyone's ears.
Good luck is coming, wishing you good luck, good luck brings joy and love. Good luck is coming, may we all prosper and flourish far and wide.
The initial harmonies were actually sung by Wang Xiaolan and her classmates.
Lin Hanjiang was also quite surprised by the timing of the rehearsal.
I never expected Wang Xiaolan to do something like this. It seems that artists do appreciate each other.
"Fold a thousand paper cranes, tie a red ribbon, and may good luck come to kind people every day—"
When Zu Hai opened his mouth, his clear, sweet voice, still carrying a childlike innocence, was like a spring of clear water flowing into a hot summer night.
Her singing technique may still have the immaturity of a student, but the unpretentious joy and sense of blessing she conveys have a power that touches people's hearts.
The melody of the song is extremely simple, and you can almost hum along after listening to it once. The lyrics are all simple and straightforward auspicious phrases like "good luck," like the Spring Festival couplets that every household puts up during the Lunar New Year. They are not profound, but they are pleasing enough.
The audience fell silent for a moment, seemingly startled by this unusually auspicious style.
immediately!
"Slap! Slap! Slap!"
Applause and cheers erupted suddenly.
Many students, especially lower-year university students, were already familiar with the song through various channels, and at this moment they were singing along loudly to the melody.
"Your hard work makes your life beautiful, your health keeps you forever young, and all your busy life is for a smile on your face."
A wonderful interaction instantly formed between the stage and the audience.
Zu Hai seemed to have not expected such a warm response; her face turned even redder, but she sang with even more passion.
She also swayed her body gently to the rhythm.
The entire venue was filled with people clapping and singing along, creating an atmosphere as lively as if it were an early festival.
The atmosphere in the front row of leaders' seats was much more subtle.
The dean turned to the secretary beside him and chuckled softly, "This young lady has a really good voice, so clear and bright. This song is quite unique."
The secretary adjusted his glasses: "Yes, the melody is simple, easy to learn and sing, and the content is wholesome and uplifting, praising labor and blessing life. It's just that the style is quite different from the deep and heavy style of 'The Yellow River Cantata' and 'River Water' that we usually emphasize in our teaching. It's more like a folk tune or a festive song, but it's more structured."
Beside him, a senior composer from the General Political Department Song and Dance Troupe kept his eyes glued to the stage, tapping his fingers lightly on his knee. He said to his colleague from the Naval Political Department Song and Dance Troupe, "Old Li, this song is interesting, haven't you noticed? It uses the traditional pentatonic scale as its foundation, but the rhythmic arrangement incorporates the dynamism of pop music, especially the electronic keyboard interlude, which is very playful. The lyrics are plain language, but the core image of 'good luck' is captured well; the common people love this kind of thing. If this were used as the opening or closing act for a Spring Festival Gala or some public performance, the effect would be phenomenal."
Old Li from the Naval Political Department nodded: "It's not bad. This girl, Zu Hai, is only in high school, right? She's too young. It'll take several more years of training for her to join the troupe. But this song has commercial potential. What do you think? If we find a record company, make it into a single cassette, and release it before the Spring Festival at the end of the year, would it have a market?"
"Absolutely!"
The writers from the General Political Department affirmed.
"What's popular on the market now are either Hong Kong and Taiwan love songs, or the melancholic Northwest Wind style, or big songs for parties. There's a void here—a purely celebratory song without any sob or preaching, just for good luck and happiness. People work hard all year, who doesn't want to hear something auspicious? This song might just become a New Year's anthem."
Their conversation, though not loud, represented the keenest understanding of market trends among the most discerning members of the system.
The leaders of the other performing arts troupes also whispered among themselves, their gazes towards Zu Hai now carrying a more substantial consideration.
Although she is still young, the unique potential and possible commercial value shown in her song "Good Luck" have already brought her into the view of more people.
In the back rows of the audience, the graduates were even more direct in their discussion: "This song is so catchy, it makes me happy just listening to it."
"Yes, it's much more relaxing than those melodramatic songs. I'll have to ask my junior sister Zu Hai for the sheet music later so I can sing it to my mom when I get home. I guarantee she'll love it."
"If I listen to this song before an exam, will it bring me some good luck? Haha!"
"You wish! But it does sound really inspiring."
The song entered its jubilant finale amidst waves of enthusiastic "Good Luck!" chants.
Zu Hai ended her performance with a bright smile and a slight bow.
Applause, cheers, and whistles erupted almost simultaneously in the concert hall.
She practically skipped off the stage, her little face flushed, her eyes shining with excitement.
As soon as she entered the backstage area, she bumped into Lin Hanjiang's arms in the waiting area.
"Senior brother, senior brother, can you hear that? They're all singing, they're all singing!"
Zu Hai grabbed Lin Hanjiang's arm, laughing and jumping around, his words becoming incoherent.
Lin Hanjiang smiled and steadied her, reaching out to gently ruffle her slightly disheveled hair.
"We heard it, everyone in the audience heard it, it was sung exceptionally well, Xiao Hai, and the typhoon is getting more and more stable."
He was genuinely happy for this simple and hardworking junior sister.
He knew the magic of this song better than anyone.
In 1992, this pure auspicious and festive style was like an uncut gem; once it was unearthed, the emotional resonance it evoked was astonishing.
"Really? Senior, I'm so happy!"
Zu Hai's eyes suddenly reddened, not from sadness, but from extreme joy.
"My legs were a little weak when I was on stage just now, but when I heard everyone singing along, I wasn't afraid of anything anymore. Senior, thank you for giving me this song."
"It's because you sang well," Lin Hanjiang said gently. "Go and take a rest."
Zu Hai nodded vigorously, then, as if remembering something, lowered his voice and spoke with admiration.
"Senior, you're the last one to sing! I can't wait to hear your 'Ode to Young China,' it's definitely better than mine."