Friday.
On the day of recording.
Since he woke up in the morning, there had been a lot of news on the internet, real and fake.
"Zhang Ye gets banned again!"
"King of Masked Singers' program team investigated!"
"King of Masked Singers to be taken off the air?"
"With the introduction of the new policy, all songs that violate the rules will be banned!"
"King of Masked Singers in an awkward situation!"
"Suggestions from the Ministry of Culture for singing variety shows: Promote positive energy and resist pessimistic and negative music works."
"The SARFT has yet to make a statement!"
The netizens were worried sick.
"Is it really going to stop broadcasting?"
"Impossible, fake news."
"Such a big program can't be stopped just like that!"
"But King of Masked Singers is bound to get into trouble!"
"I heard that a few of the singers have been asked to speak to them privately!"
"Have you seen Li Yu's Weibo? Previously, he sang a song about his mother telling him that life was hopeless, and that 'I Really Hate You'. In the end, he came forward to apologize and said that he fully supported the instructions and suggestions of his superiors. In the future, his works should be based on positive energy. "
"This Old Li is too spineless!"
"It can't be helped. The environment is like this."
"I wonder if King of Masked Singers will be able to record as usual today!"
"Yeah, this has a huge impact on the singers!"
"It seems like The Clown has also been singled out for criticism!"
"Petal Shower and Sunset Glow were also called out. They also sang a love song onstage, but it seems like they crossed the line."
"What the hell is this!"
For the past two days, the matter had been constantly being discussed online. Everyone was on tenterhooks, afraid that King of Masked Singers would really stop broadcasting.
…
In the morning.
Babao Mountain, cemetery.
This was the third time Han Qi had called.
"Teacher Clown, you're not here yet?"
"I have something to do so I'll be a little late."
"I've drawn the lots for you. You're the sixth one to fight today."
"Okay, thank you."
"Then, then hurry up."
After hanging up, Zhang Ye, who was dressed in black, started walking forward.
When he opened his eyes this morning, for some reason, Zhang Ye suddenly felt like coming here to chat with Old Wei. There was no reason for him to do so, so he came.
There were cameras and reporters in front.
Zhang Ye recognized them at a glance. They were from the Central TV News Channel because he had met that anchor once before. Seeing this, Zhang Ye did not go over and stood far away in an inconspicuous corner.
On Old Wei's tombstone, other than his portrait and birthday, there was a line of words — Some people are alive, but he is already dead. Some people died, but he was still alive. This was a poem that Zhang Ye had recited at Father Wei's funeral. After Old Wei passed away, these words were engraved on his tombstone as an epitaph, accompanying him in his eternal rest.
Other than the reporters and cameramen, there were also many students standing in front of the grave. There were about twenty to thirty of them.
"Daddy!"
"Father Wei!"
"Boohoo, we missed you!"
"Father Wei, we are doing well now, so you don't have to worry about us. My second mock exam results were very good, and my teacher said that I would definitely be able to get into Peking University. In a few days, it will be the college entrance exam, so I will definitely work hard. Oh right, Tongtong has already been recommended for university. You liked him the most back then, and he did not disappoint you!"
"Dad, come back!"
"We really missed you!"
Some of them were talking to the tombstone, while others did not say a word and just covered their mouths as they cried.
It was Old Wei's birthday today, so the children had bought a lot of things.
When the Central TV News reporter heard the children's words, he secretly turned his head to wipe his tears. "… That's the report we brought you."
The equipment was put away.
The people from the television station left, and so did the children.
At this moment, Zhang Ye, who had been standing far away, slowly walked over. He stood in front of the tombstone and smiled. "Old friend, I'm here to see you. How have you been?" Saying that, he sat down and smiled at the tombstone. "I didn't bring anything for you today, so I don't think you'll need anything. Look, so many children are thinking of you, and so many commoners are thinking about you. They're burning joss sticks and buying things for you. You must be doing very well over there."
The cemetery was very quiet.
Only Zhang Ye was talking to himself.
"I'm really envious of you, really. Haha, you don't know how popular you are right now. You're admired by thousands and your name will be immortalized in history. But I know that you don't care about that. You don't seek fame or fortune, unlike me. Look at this bro now. I'm living a far worse life than you. I get scolded every day, with people trying to suppress me and step on me. Oh yes, this bro has been banned again. Even when I sing a nursery rhyme, people are pointing fingers at me. "
"I've been especially negative these past two days. I'm not afraid of you laughing at me, but why do I have to work so hard? Hur hur, I don't even know what I'm after! You're the one who's better off. There's definitely no smog in heaven, and there's no traffic either, right? It's such a big place for you to do whatever you want. How great would that be? But look at me here? I don't even dare to do anything, and people are telling me that I can't do this or that. Do you think there's any meaning to that? It's really fucking meaningless! But I still have to move on. I'm not as carefree as you, leaving without saying a word to me. "
"Old Wei, don't you think I'm a failure? They all say that I'm a successful person, but why don't I feel that way at all? Don't find me annoying, Old Wei. I can only say these things to you. Once I'm done, I'll be in a better mood. After that, I still have to go sing! "
Ring ring ring. His cell phone rang again.
It was from Han Qi. Zhang Ye did not answer.
He waved his cell phone and said with a smile, "Look, it's all about me. She's urging me to leave. Alright, I'll just chat with you for a bit. I'll come back to see you when I'm free. Oh yes, don't worry about your daughter, Wei Ying. She's doing quite well and has a good job. I've given her my phone number, so if she needs any help from me, I'll definitely help her out. With me around, don't worry."
He stood up.
Zhang Ye was about to walk out when he suddenly stopped and looked back. "I'm leaving."
…
At Beijing Television.
At the recording studio of King of Masked Singers.
The recording of the show had already begun. Four of the singers had already finished singing.
Onstage, Flowing Time was singing.
"The king sent me to patrol the mountains!
"To catch a monk for dinner!"
It turned out to be Zhang Ye's song that had been very popular in the past few days.
Hu Fei said anxiously, "The Clown isn't here yet?"
Hou Ge looked at Han Qi. "What's going on?"
Han Qi also said anxiously, "He should be here soon, he should be here soon!"
"It's his turn soon." Hu Fei said, "Hurry him again."
Han Qi was just about to make the call when a staff member ran over. "The Clown is here. He's already in the waiting area. We can start recording as usual!"
Hu Fei nodded. "Alright!"
Han Qi heaved a sigh of relief. The Clown had always been very punctual and polite. He had never been late even once, so she did not know what was wrong with The Clown today.
Could it be that he did not know what songs to sing during the censorship?
Oh yes, what was The Clown's first song of the day?
Han Qi immediately checked the title of the song and was stunned when she saw it.
Eh?
Was this a children's song?
Another children's song?
There were already three singers singing children's songs today!
Han Qi suddenly felt a little disappointed and helpless!
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