My singer girlfriend is super fierce

Chapter 1547 Not convinced? Then keep it to yourself.

When Phoenix Legend performed "Galloping Horses," the live broadcast room of the Spring Festival Gala was already flooded with a dense barrage of comments.

"This is the smell!"

"Listening to this song during the Lunar New Year of the Horse is so fitting, haha."

"After listening to so many songs by some popular singers that are just whining and complaining, I suddenly realized that this is what Chinese pop music should be like. It's so grand."

"The songs of Phoenix Legend have a kind of feeling that makes all your worries vanish instantly, directly crushing all those melodramatic songs."

"Gen Z, stop hiding, come out! I know you like to hear this."

"I! Want! To! Ride! Horse! To! Your! Embrace!"

Meanwhile, in a residential area in Shangjing City.

This is the home of Yan Zhigang, the chief director of last year's Spring Festival Gala.

Last year, the Spring Festival Gala he directed was the most criticized online in recent years, and it could hardly be considered a success.

As the person primarily responsible, it is only natural that he lost his qualification to direct this year.

Although the station hoped he would stay with the program and offered him other positions, Yan Zhigang, concerned about his reputation, resigned from all his posts.

So, this year, Yan Zhigang, who was unemployed at home, watched the Spring Festival Gala live on TV with his family.

When Phoenix Legend appeared, the little boy, who had just started junior high school, was very excited and jumped and shouted along with the rousing song in the living room.

"I want to gallop on horseback...!"

"Mom, I can ride horses too. When will you take me back to our hometown to ride horses again?"

The little boy, innocent and carefree, got tired of jumping around and took his mother's hand, saying naively, "Mom, this auntie sings such a beautiful song."

"I feel that this year's Spring Festival Gala was even more spectacular than last year's!"

"Oh dear, you naughty child, how can you talk like that!" A hint of embarrassment flashed across the mother's face as she secretly glanced at Yan Zhigang, who remained expressionless, before quickly trying to cover it up.

"The quality of one program does not determine the overall quality of the entire gala, understand?"

“Everyone has different tastes. You might like this, but many more people might prefer the show from last year, right?”

The little boy tilted his head and thought for a moment before asking a probing question: "But Mom, weren't you engrossed in watching it too? I remember last year you were playing mahjong and didn't watch it."

Do you prefer this year's show or last year's?

The mother's face froze, her expression one of utter embarrassment at being exposed. Out of the corner of her eye, she saw that her father-in-law's face had darkened.

To be honest, this year's shows were definitely more exciting! But can I really say that?

The woman was both amused and exasperated. Having no other choice, she secretly pinched her husband's thigh to signal him.

The middle-aged man, who was engrossed in watching, was in pain and had to step in to save the day and change the subject.

"Dad, I think the overall style of this year's Spring Festival Gala is quite different from last year's."

"Some viewers might like it, but it's also quite risky."

Yan Zhigang, who had been silent all along, snorted softly and said, "These shows are just for show; there's no real meaning or significance to them."

That's ridiculous. Isn't the Spring Festival Gala just about bringing joy and excitement to the people of the whole country?

The middle-aged man thought this to himself, but dared not say it aloud.

Clearly, his father was still dissatisfied with his assessment of last year's Spring Festival Gala.

The middle-aged man echoed his words, saying, "That's true."

"I wonder how their ratings will turn out this way. If they crash, it'll be hard to explain."

Yan Zhigang's eyelids twitched slightly, and he said in a nonchalant tone, "It's not going to collapse. The Spring Festival Gala's audience base is still there. At most, it will only drop by a few percentage points."

"Mom! This is the grassland back home!"

Just then, the little boy's surprised voice rang out as he pointed excitedly at the television screen.

"I've ridden horses here before!"

Upon hearing this, the family turned their attention to the television.

Sure enough, the scene showed a large group of people dressed in traditional ethnic costumes riding horses on the vast grassland, their faces beaming with smiles, celebrating the Spring Festival.

At this moment, Linghua's majestic singing voice continued to drift in.

I want to ride my horse across the endless sky.

A rainbow rises after a storm.

Happiness remains as I drift in the sea of ​​your heart.

A gentle breeze, a meeting from past lives to this one...

The Yan family were originally from Inner Mongolia, and they recognized it at a glance; it really was the scene from their hometown in Inner Mongolia.

This year, my family stayed in Beijing for the Spring Festival, but seeing this scene brought back a flood of feelings that are ingrained in our DNA as people from the grasslands.

This song, the stage design... it's really awesome!

Suddenly, Yan Zhigang stood up from his seat, took his phone, and went to the balcony to make a call.

The middle-aged man and his wife exchanged a glance, and they probably guessed that Yan Zhigang had probably gone to inquire about the ratings of this year's Spring Festival Gala.

Two minutes later, Yan Zhigang returned to the living room, sitting down with a somewhat dazed and incredulous expression.

What's going on? It looks like... he's been hit hard?

The middle-aged man, curious as he was an industry insider, secretly took out his phone and sent a message to a friend in the industry.

After a while, the other side replied.

The middle-aged man was stunned after taking a look.

As of now, the Spring Festival Gala has achieved an average viewership rating of 39.1%, surpassing last year's peak viewership rating.

Compared to this, it's safe to say that last year's Spring Festival Gala was a complete failure... No wonder my dad looked so defeated.

But there's nothing that can be done about it. The middle-aged man turned his gaze back to the screen and, to be fair, he also felt that this year's program was much more interesting.

They really did a good job. If you're not happy about it, you can only keep it to yourself...

......

Phoenix Legend's song "Galloping Horses" seemed to open a floodgate, pushing the entire Spring Festival Gala's popularity to a climax.

Not only did the viewership skyrocket, but the number of viewers for the online live stream also exceeded 6000 million, making its popularity truly astounding.

In this atmosphere, one of the most anticipated programs of the evening soon arrived.

The song "Rain Butterfly" is a duet sung by Ye Zhi Qiu and Yu Cai Wei.

Before the performance even started, the barrage of comments from netizens had already exploded.

"The wait is finally here!"

"A song of fulfillment!"

"Yu Caiwei's comeback performance!"

"I've been looking forward to Yu Caiwei's version of this song for a long time!"

"The only downside to this show is that you're expected to be bombarded with displays of affection from the two of them."

"A husband-and-wife team performing on the Spring Festival Gala, that's really something."

"She's making her entrance! She's making her entrance... Wow! Yu Caiwei is so beautiful!"

"goddess!!"

At this moment, the stage lights dimmed, and an antique-style arched bridge slowly appeared in the center of the stage.

On either side of the ancient arched bridge, two beams of soft white light slowly descended, and two figures emerged within the light.

On one side was Ye Zhi Qiu, tall and straight, wearing a beige suit.

On the other side was Yu Caiwei, dressed in a dark blue silk satin dress, adorned with pearl hairpins, her hair loosely styled, revealing the graceful curve of her swan-like neck, her beauty breathtaking.

As the camera zooms in, Yu Caiwei's expression is serene, her gaze gentle and tender, every look seemingly imbued with elegance.

On either side of the ancient bridge, the two people gazed at each other, their eyes meeting.

Against the dark stage backdrop, blue butterflies slowly emerge, growing in number until they cover the entire stage.

Before the song even started, this beautiful opening had already made the entire audience go wild.