You Made Me a Superstar Chapter 598

  Chapter 598 Epilogue (final)

   The applause, like a roaring tsunami, lasted for a long time in the whole bird's nest.

  The bird's nest, which accommodates 90,000 people, is full of seats, and countless pairs of eyes are staring at the dazzling light in the distance.

  The flame ignited.

The flames burned around the Bird's Nest Stadium and slowly spread to somewhere, illuminating the ancient sundial. The ancient sundial seemed to bring everyone to a corner of eternal history, telling stories one by one. Humans have used sundials for a long time , the sundial can not only display the time of day, but also the solar term and month. The time thousands of years ago is like yesterday...

  The sundial shot out a ray of light, and that ray of light shot into the center of the Bird's Nest Stadium. First, it was a spot of light, and then the spots of light turned into arrays, and then spread out in the center like magic.

"what is that?"

   "My God, this is spectacular!"

   "These are people!"

  2008 figures of fighters lined up in unison and hit the pot!

With a series of powerful blows, the 2008 Huaxia Percussion Instrument Fou made a thrilling sound, rolling in slowly like a surging tide, shaking the hearts of all audiences, and the white lights on the Fou flashed sequentially, forming a series of numbers Suddenly, bursts of excited voices rang out from the audience seats.

   James Bond looked at the scene in front of him and was extremely shocked.

  This is a kind of visual shock beyond special effects. People are sitting on the seat, but their soul seems to return to the distant land, vaguely feeling the gold and iron horses in ancient China, and the history changes.

   "That's fou, an ancient Chinese musical instrument!"

  Durant Kevin next to him looked at the information, then looked up, and there was a sound of popular science next to him.

  The stars twinkled in the sky, and the flames on the ground wave after wave with the sound of beating...

  20:00 sharp.

  2008 soldiers under the leadership of An Zhibin sang together, "It's such a joy to have friends coming from afar!" Amidst the singing, several old Huaxia leaders couldn't help but began to wipe away their tears.

   "Good, good, good!"

  Old Master An Jianwu nodded repeatedly. Being in a high position, he was usually in a calm mood. He had never seen fluctuations even in strong winds and waves, but at this moment, his eyes were still moist.

  Beside him, the one-armed old man Yang was already in tears...

  In the early years, they used to live and sleep on the battlefield, waiting for the dawn in the dark, watching their comrades fall one by one, stand up one by one, desperate but with blood and faith in their hearts, they continued to move forward step by step.

  In that year, they had fantasized about what China would be like in the future.

this moment!

  They saw the applause, the hope of the new generation, the national self-confidence, and the rising sun after the dawn...

   They waited too long for this day.

  Shen Changwei felt like he couldn't breathe.

   I have never been so tired, tense, and even feel a little wet on my back.

  The projects were carried out in an orderly manner. After one project was successful, Shen Changwei was relieved first, and then when the next project came, Shen Changwei became nervous again.

but…

  Everyone knows that no matter what they say or do now, it will be of no avail. At the same time, they are constantly adjusting their personal emotions and using the most sensible and serious words to command.

  Everyone is waiting for this splendid event!

   After staying in the command room for a while, Zhou Yang looked at the time. During the gap period after a project ended, he lowered his head and said a word to Shen Changwei briefly.

   "Director Shen, I'll go first."

"it is good!"

  Shen Changwei nodded.

  When Zhou Yang was about to leave, Shen Changwei stood up again: "Xiao Zhou, this should be your first time on such a stage, right?"

"yes!"

   "You..." Shen Changwei watched Zhou Yang turn his head, and the corner of his mouth moved slightly, as if he wanted to say something, but in the end he didn't say anything. After a while, he only said two words: "Come on!"

  Zhou Yang nodded and left the command room.

  In such a grand event, there is another program. Generally speaking, Zhou Yang should not come to the command room. This is a taboo.

but…

   No one seems to care about these things.

   "Fireworks!"

   "Fireworks start!"

  In the command room, Shen Changwei held the microphone and continued to shout.

  As his shouting ended, in an instant, the distant sky was as bright as day.

  He raised his head and looked at the distant sky.

   There are 287 discharge points on the top, 1462 red flash discharge points on the top, 27 positions in the central area, 11456 rounds on the top, and 8428 rounds in the central area!

  Fireworks are blooming high in the sky, and the entire stadium is like blooming flowers. Colorful fireworks are blooming along the north-south central axis of Yanjing, presenting 29 huge footprints that symbolize the 29th Olympic Games...

  Brilliant light shone on Shen Changwei's face. Even though this moment had been rehearsed countless times, even though the effect and ending had already been known, Shen Changwei still felt excited.

  The other directors in the command room also clenched their fists, trembling constantly!

  They are all witnesses to history, and at the same time, they are also creators!

  The huge footprints composed of fireworks passed through Tiananmen Square, as if traveling through time and space, through time, all the way to the north, slowly coming towards the home court.

  For a moment...

  In another burst of exclamation, the huge footprints turned into stars all over the sky, gathered into the five Olympic rings, shining dazzlingly in the night sky.

"what is that?"

   "God, is that an angel?"

   "No, that's a fairy! The fairies in ancient China..."

   "This is called Feitian! It's a character on a mural in Dunhuang, China..."

  In the venue.

  Countless people stared at the girls who fell from the sky.

  They dance lightly, they are graceful, they are as sacred, mysterious and magical as the fairies in a painting!

  James Bunter was almost stunned!

  He never thought that the opening ceremony of the China Olympics would be such a visual feast.

   Not far away, Django opened his mouth, obviously feeling the beauty and shock of art...

this moment…

  He suddenly understood why the officials chose Zhou Yang's opinions, and he also understood the gap between himself and Zhou Yang!

  The next theatrical performance made Django even more amazing!

  【Pen, ink, paper, inkstone, the four treasures of the study, gather the essence of heaven and earth, display the five thousand years of civilization of the Chinese nation on the scroll of brushes, and condense them into treasures of the world】.

  On the introduction, there is only such a sentence.

  But when a huge sweep slowly pulled away on the field, Jiang Ge was shocked again.

   This is a huge LED screen with a length of 147 meters and a width of 27 meters. As the screen slowly unfolds, the scroll of China's five thousand years of history seems to begin from here...

  The four major inventions appeared one by one...

  Movable type printing seems to be running mechanically, forming lines of characters, but in fact it is 897 actors, performing...

  Among the ups and downs of the waves, the word "和" shines brightly in the light...

When papermaking technology appeared, a huge 70-meter scroll appeared on the field. In the scroll, dancers used their figures to form a landscape painting. When the scroll slowly rose, it turned out to be a pair of A magnificent painting of the rising sun.

   "The red sun is just rising, and its path is bright; the river flows out and flows into the ocean..."

  Indistinctly, bursts of surging singing sounded, and Jiang Ge's heart was surging during the singing, and he couldn't help panting, so excited that he couldn't help himself...

   What verse is that?

   "This is "Youth China Talk"!"

   "Who wrote this word?"

   "I don't know who wrote it, but this is what Mr. Zhou said he wanted to add. It's just a fragment, matching this landscape painting..."

"Oh!"

  Jiang Ge asked subconsciously, and Feng Kai beside him didn't look at Jiang Ge, but stared at the center of the bird's nest, and replied.

   This answer stunned Django for a long time, then he nodded subconsciously, the admiration in his heart was indescribable...

He continued to look into the distance, and in the distance, three thousand disciples of Confucius gradually appeared. They held bamboo slips and chanted "All within the four seas are brothers!" like a fairy...

  Accompanied by the excitement of the audience, each program was presented to the whole world.

  There are operas, the Silk Road, rituals and music, and scroll paintings...

  Slash-and-burn cultivation, Xia Dynasty and Zhouli, Qin, Han, Tang, Song, Yuan, Ming and Qing Dynasties, the seven major dynasties are presented in the picture scroll one by one...

  5,000 years of history, in this feast, the audience is both shocked and feasting their eyes...

   That is the self-confidence of a nation!

   "Good, good, good!"

  The programs end one by one.

  Old Master An Jianwu kept nodding his head, and at some point, he was already in tears.

   An Xiao sat next to the old man and accompanied him. Although he was cold in nature, he was a little excited at this moment.

  She was adjusting her mood, but no matter how she adjusted her mood, there was still a sense of fluctuation.

  Directors such as Zhou Yang and Shen Changwei gave everyone a feast, and made the opening ceremony of the Yanjing Olympic Games very impressive and full of Chinese cultural heritage, which is not inferior to any Olympic Games.

  As the shows ended, the lights in the distance went out...

  When it turned on again, two figures gradually appeared in the darkness...

  An Xiao covered her mouth, no matter how hard she could bear the fluctuating feeling in her heart, tears flowed out uncontrollably.

  It was an excitement, an excitement filled with love...

  In her world, it seems that there are no more countless surging audiences, no bird's nest, no sky...

  In the whole world, there is only that handsome, handsome figure in a dress with a peaceful smile.

   That's Zhou Yang!

   When there was silence in the distance, An Xiao couldn't help becoming nervous again.

   It was an unprecedented emotion.

   In a sense, this is the first time Zhou Yang has appeared on stage. Although he has rehearsed many times, his appearance this time is still worrying.

   This is the chorus.

   This is also the end of the Olympic Opening Ceremony!

   "You and I, heart to heart,

   Live together in the global village.

  For the dream, travel thousands of miles, meet in Yanjing..."

  Zhou Yang held the microphone, and the voice rang out.

  The theme song of the Olympic Games, "You and Me", is not like other Olympic Games, full of excitement and enthusiasm.

  It is a soothing and tender song.

  When Zhou Yang's voice sounded, An Xiao breathed a sigh of relief, and immediately, couldn't help but immerse herself in the slow rhythm of Zhou Yang's voice.

  In the rhythm...

  The pictures from when we first met appeared one by one...

  That day, that small hotel, that lonely, rebellious man who desperately repaired it.

  Walk all the way, advance hand in hand, for the common ideal, step by step, no difficulty will come to an end...

   She seemed to see the future.

  The film industry in the future will flourish, and Hollywood will no longer be synonymous with the film capital of the world...

  In the future, China will rise, stand on top of the world again, and reappear its former glory.

   In the ears, a sentence from "Things About That Rabbit That Year" sounded vaguely.

  【Every rabbit has a dream of a great country! 】

  And this dream is slowly coming true...

  In the trend of history, she is a happy and lucky witness.

  At the same time, the future is very happy and happy...

   There are children, and the children's silver-like laughter is sweet.

  They will grow old and gradually become useless, but they will hold each other's hands, watching the house full of children and grandchildren, and watching the sun rise again...

  Scenes emerged in An Xiao's mind.

  It seems to feel something...

  After Zhou Yang sang a verse, he looked in An Xiao's direction.

   And An Xiao was also looking at Zhou Yang...

  Zhou Yang laughed.

   "Me and you

  heart to heart

  Family forever..."

  After singing this line...

   Zhou Yang seemed to see An Xiao nodding his head to him, with tears in his eyes, and a happy smile blooming like petals.

  In the distance, rays of light lit up...

  Zhou Yang nodded slightly.

  At that moment...

  Countless pictures of the past and the future are intertwined in my mind!

  Among the applause...

  Under the stars.

  Zhou Yang bowed towards the distance.

   didn't wave his hand, just turned around silently and disappeared into the darkness.

   It seems that that year, he slowly walked out from the darkness.

  The story begins.

  The story ends.

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  (end of this chapter)

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