Chapter 437 No One Sleeps Tonight 2

"People from Hong Kong's entertainment industry organized a visiting group that came to Beijing recently, and some of the compatriots were also present... Now we invite Mr. Liu Dehua and Mr. Zhang Mingmin!"

"Whoosh!"

Amid applause, the two men came on stage, both wearing suits.

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Zhang Mingmin wears glasses and looks like an educated young man. Liu Dehua is very popular in Hong Kong and has become a bit of a star. The two of them stood beside Gong Xue. Gong Xue asked: "You have been in the capital for more than ten days. Where have you been? Have you ever played?”

"The Forbidden City, the Great Wall, Tiananmen Square, the Ming Tombs..."

“Which attraction is your favorite?”

"I was most impressed by the Forbidden City. It happened to snow on the day we went there. It was very, very beautiful!"

"Let's go to the Great Wall. If you don't reach the Great Wall, you're not a true man!"

"Wow!"

Not to mention the audience in front of the TV, even the live audience was full of curiosity. In the environment of Thatcher's visit to China last year and the tense Hong Kong issue, a group of Hong Kong people appeared publicly on the stage, which made everyone feel excited.

Leaders are also looking forward to it, but at the same time they are inevitably worried.

"Grandpa, are you from Hong Kong?"

"Yes, they are our Hong Kong compatriots!"

In the courtyard of the alley, the senior leader kindly answered the question for his granddaughter, who then asked, "Are they Chinese?"

"Of course, Hong Kong, Taiwan, and Macau are all us..."

Having said this, the big leader signaled, and soon, a secretary walked in.

"Are there any Taiwanese compatriots invited to this party?"

"No!"

"Who is here?"

"Ministers Zhu Muzhi and Wu Lengxi!"

"The two old comrades are in charge personally, so they feel more at ease..."

The big leader nodded. At his level, he would not interfere with the preparations for a party, but since he was watching TV, he would definitely have some questions about the program arrangement, concept, political standards, etc.

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Overseas Chinese Affairs Office and Hong Kong and Macao Affairs Office compound.

The TV was on, Mr. Liao was sitting on the sofa covered with a blanket and fell asleep. His health was getting worse and his energy was very low. The secretary came over gently and gently woke him up.

"Huh? What's wrong?"

"Hong Kong compatriots are going to put on a show!"

"Oh...oh, why am I still asleep..."

Mr. Liao wiped his face with a hot towel and felt refreshed. He turned his eyes to the TV and said with a smile: "I woke up just in time, otherwise I would have waited in vain!"

…

"Hey, come on, come on, Hong Kong people are singing!"

"Who are these, I don't recognize them!"

"That Andy Lau is good-looking!"

“Don’t Hong Kong people speak Cantonese?”

"Yeah, so their Mandarin isn't very good!"

In people's homes across the country, many people are sitting in front of a TV. It is already past nine o'clock. In many places, they have finished their reunion dinner and are watching the Spring Festival Gala happily and joyfully.

Gong Xue briefly interviewed a few words and said: "What program will you bring to us today?"

"Sing "My Chinese Heart"!"

"Okay, now please enjoy "My Chinese Heart" sung by Mr. Liu Dehua and Mr. Zhang Mingmin!"

"Whoosh!"

The camera turned to face the audience who were clapping their hands because the two of them had to take a stand.

The stage was too small, and the only arrangement was at the back, with a small bridge set up on the left and right sides. The two took advantage of these few seconds to stand on a bridge each.

At the same time, the name was typed on the TV screen:

"My Chinese Heart"

Lyricist: Huang Zhan (Hong Kong)

Composer: Wang Fuling (Hong Kong)

The passionate prelude sounded, accompanied by the harmonious singing, and the camera cut back, focusing first on Zhang Mingmin.

During the previous rehearsal, Chen Qi asked them to integrate the performance into the performance and make their eyes, faces and body movements complement each other. Zhang Mingmin had a deep expression and sang:

"The mountains and rivers only linger in my dreams. I have not been close to the motherland for many years, but it cannot be changed no matter what. My Chinese heart..."

Then, he aimed at Liu Dehua again.

His performance is better, and his body shape is very good, with his head, neck, shoulders and waist straight and upright.

"Although I wear a dress, my heart is still Chinese. My ancestors have already stamped everything on me with the Chinese stamp!"

When he sang about the suit, he put one hand on his chest, referring to the suit on his body, and then straightened his back, his eyes far away and sad, as if a Chinese son or daughter overseas was missing his motherland.

"My Chinese Heart" is not a popular song, nor is it a folk song. It is essentially a Hong Kong-style pop song with a patriotic theme.

The lyrics speak directly to the heart and the melody is catchy. The most critical element is that it must be sung by compatriots from Hong Kong and Macao or overseas Chinese, just like "Clouds of Hometown" must be sung by compatriots from Taiwan.

The two of them walked slowly down while singing and stood in the center of the stage.

At this moment, entering the chorus, the chorus goes:

"The Yangtze River, the Great Wall, Huangshan Mountain, and the Yellow River... weigh a thousand pounds in my heart. They are as dear to me no matter when or where they are!"

The best songs must be back to nature, including patriotic songs, such as "A big river has wide waves", which is the most back to nature description.

"My Chinese Heart" actually has many symbolic expressions, but it is still a classic that has been handed down from generation to generation, and the characteristics of the times must be taken into consideration.

At the beginning of the 1980s, the country was in poverty, Hong Kong had not yet been taken back, and people were ideologically confused. More and more people had low self-esteem because of poverty, and then began to worship the developed societies outside...

But at this moment, some Hong Kong compatriots are standing here, singing "Yangtze River, Great Wall, Huangshan, Yellow River!"

Although they look very big and majestic, they are actually like the tree in front of my hometown, like a river in my memory, like the oil tea made by my mother, the candies I ate when I was a child... just like the Chinese saying , the fallen leaves return to their roots.

Regardless of whether they are southerners or northerners, whether they are mainlanders or overseas compatriots, they have reached a consensus because of their blood genes.

"The blood flowing in my heart is surging with the voice of China. Even if I was born in a foreign country, it can't be changed. My Chinese heart..."

On New Year's Eve, on this night that best represents the Chinese festival, rough people listen to the melody, educated people listen to the connotation, young people listen to the pop, and old comrades listen to the suffering of China. Everyone who can see the TV is quietly Listen to this song.

"Yangtze River, Great Wall, Huangshan Mountain, Yellow River..."

Mr. Liao, whose body was deteriorating, rarely sat up straight, chanted repeatedly, and finally hummed softly along with the melody: "Okay, okay! Hong Kong must return, and the country must be unified!"

In a few months, Duke Liao passed away.

According to the historical trajectory, "My Chinese Heart" will not appear until next year's Spring Festival Gala, and Liao Gong did not hear it before his death.

"Okay, this song is really good!"

In the family courtyard of the Ministry of Electronic Industry, the bespectacled leader suddenly stood up and walked around the living room excitedly: "This party is unusual. Such high-profile publicity is not in vain!"

"Grandpa, this song is nice!"

"It's really good. Do you want to learn?"

"I want to learn, I want to learn!"

"Okay, let's learn together!"

In the alley courtyard beside Haizi, the big boss smiled and gave a few instructions to his secretary.

…

"Whoosh!"

"Whoosh!"

It was also the first time for the audience to hear it. The applause was overwhelming and heartfelt. Even Chen and Gong’s parents were immersed in it. They clapped their hands together and discussed it from time to time. It was not as awkward as when they first met.

"Thank you Mr. Liu Dehua and Mr. Zhang Mingmin!"

"Please stay here, both of you. The song just now was really great. I believe everyone wants to know more about you..."

The hosting and interviews of Hong Kong actors were all handed over to Gong Xue, and she became more and more skillful and comfortable, chatting with the same friendly style and gentleness as Sister Ni Ping.

"I was born in Hong Kong, but my, uh, ancestors, ancestral home, is this how I talk about it, right?"

"Home, you can say home!" Gong Xue teased him.

"Oh, my old, hometown..."

Liu Dehua's Mandarin skills were average in the early days, but he later practiced it on his own. He could speak very awkwardly, which made everyone chuckle. He said: "This is Jiangmen, Guangdong. I have always wanted to return to my motherland to see it. This time I have completed it." wish."

He himself has no story, and he is also a swinger in reality. Chen Qi united the battle in advance to show his determination.

But Zhang Mingmin was different. Gong Xue asked a few more questions: "I heard that your parents are both overseas Chinese?"

"Yes, my father is an overseas Chinese from the Philippines and my mother is an overseas Chinese from Indonesia. My hometown is Quanzhou, Fujian."

"But you speak Mandarin very well!"

"Because my mother taught me since she was a child. She suffered there when she was young and always longed to return to the embrace of her motherland. The first song I learned was a Mandarin song."

"Do you still remember what it was called?"

""Singing the Motherland"!"

"oh!"

The whole audience sighed.

This is not made up, it is all true.

Zhang Mingmin was so sincere that she even sang two lines a cappella on the spot: "The five-star red flag is fluttering in the wind, and the victory song is so loud..."

"..."

If the previous singing touched everyone through music, then this section directly touched the soul. Some old comrades suddenly burst into tears. Zhu Muzhi took out a handkerchief from his pocket and wiped his eyes.

As for the higher-level leaders, countless secretaries have taken action.