sjar Chapter 248 The Miracle Is Far From Over!
Chapter 248 The Miracle Is Far From Over!
No matter how long they have been separated from the group, Motherland has never forgotten them.
Dozens of elderly overseas Chinese who had spent their entire lives working hard on the other side of the ocean seemed to be frozen in place.
Some were still holding shrimp dumplings they hadn't yet eaten, while others were carrying cups of Pu'er tea that had gone cold, but without exception, their eyes were fixed on the old television set on the wall.
On the screen, Jiang Baizhi's plaid dress, under the golden light, somehow exuded a pure and holy quality, like white jade.
In the eyes of these elderly overseas Chinese, this 18-year-old girl is no longer a talent show star.
She is like a lighthouse that transcends time and space, and even more like a... kind and compassionate guide.
Yes, kind.
Although Jiang Baizhi's face was as delicate as that of a young girl in her late teens.
But her compassionate gaze, her gentle yet firm gaze, fell upon these elderly people who had wandered for half a century, and they saw in her a tenderness that resembled that of "Motherland".
"No matter how high the swallow flies, the string is still held in its mother's hand..."
Old Chen murmured, then tremblingly clutched his chest.
In that instant, he finally felt at peace.
Forty years of wandering, forty years of prejudice, forty years of hardship.
In the song, he suddenly felt that he was on the other side of the ocean, on the land he had returned to countless times in his dreams.
No one has ever blamed him for leaving, and no one has ever forgotten his existence.
She stayed there, waiting for her swallows to return to their nest.
At that very moment, everyone looked again at the small print on the right side of the screen—"I love you, China."
Yes, I love you, China.
The next second, Jiang Baizhi's gentle voice boomed throughout the tea restaurant:
"I love you—China! My beloved mother!"
"I shed tears for you, and I'm proud of you!"
Crash!
In the tea restaurant, a waiter's tray fell to the ground, the sound of it shattering crisp and pleasant, but no one complained.
Those elderly overseas Chinese who hadn't returned to China for decades, and the descendants of Chinese laborers who had run grocery stores on this street their whole lives, all had tears in their eyes and trembling lips.
These two lines not only express their love for the country, but also the joys and sorrows of their lives.
They sang out their Chinese hearts, which they could never truly settle.
Yang Yang clenched his fists tightly. He turned to look at the gray skyscrapers outside the window, but his eyes had never been so bright.
I love you, China, too.
"I am not just a lone swallow, I am more than that!"
Why did I come to New York to pursue graduate studies?
Was it all for that gold-embossed diploma?
Is it so that one can stay in this so-called free country?
No.
He was a swallow that flew out to carry mud to find building materials!
The knowledge he gained here, and the prosperity and ruin he witnessed, will all be materials he can take back to reinforce that "big nest" in the future!
"Wait for me... I will definitely bring back the best materials."
Yang Yang stared at the television screen, as if making a vow.
.......
The Su family.
In the living room, the flying potato chip crumbs and Su Ze's roar disappeared.
The father and son stopped fighting.
Mr. Su stared blankly at the screen.
She sat there, her long, jade-like hands flying across the piano keys, each note heavy as if carved from that five-thousand-year-old land.
It's a bright red!
"This...this isn't right."
Father Su murmured, the fondness in his eyes long since washed away by the sound of the piano.
"This doesn't look like an eighteen-year-old girl; it's clearly the manifestation of the 'national spirit'!"
Sitting to the side, Miss Wang's eyes, adorned with exquisite eyeshadow, trembled slightly as she stared intently at Jiang Baizhi's finger movements on each key.
Having just returned from abroad, she could feel the power within this song even more.
She remembered herself on a cold street abroad.
I recalled those nights I spent working through the night to finish my thesis, and that feeling of loneliness found its most intense release in Jiang Baizhi's first words, "Hold me tight."
"She sings this song so well, she's a genius," the fourth sister declared. "No, she's a god."
.......
The Gu family.
Old Man Gu's calloused hands were gripping his knees tightly.
He's not very educated.
But he could understand the grievances of a "swallow separated from its flock".
"My dear wife."
With a hoarse voice, Old Man Gu stared intently at the screen, "This girl... this girl's singing breaks my heart."
"Look at that look in his eyes, doesn't it remind you of when we went to reclaim wasteland and looked back at our old home?"
Grandma Gu had already been secretly wiping away tears, her hands clutching the half-sewn thick socks until they were deformed.
"Stop talking, listen to the song... listen to that girl sing."
Gu Dapeng remained silent.
He subconsciously looked down at Big Yellow, who was lying on the edge of the kang (a heated brick bed).
At that moment, Da Huang stared intently at the television.
A low, soft whimper came from its throat, and its enormous head rested docilely on its two front paws.
At this moment, Dahuang was also completely physically exorcised by this "compassion" and "power" that traveled thousands of miles.
.......
Lin.
At this time, Lin Le's house should have been filled with the sounds of intense gaming battles.
But at this moment, Lin Le, sitting in the middle of the sofa, suddenly found that the surroundings were eerily quiet.
He turned his head to look in confusion.
Lin's father and mother were stiffly holding their phones. On the screen, their hero was standing in the fountain, constantly taking hits from the enemy minions.
They didn't even care if they were being slaughtered by enemy heroes.
"Did you hang up?" Lin Le asked tentatively.
"Hang up."
Mr. Lin's eyes were fixed, and his Adam's apple was heaving violently.
"Why play games at a time like this...? Missing this opportunity would be even more regrettable than not reaching the King rank."
Lin's mother's eyes were slightly red. She put down the tablet and stared at Jiang Baizhi on the screen with a kind of fascination.
"This child sings so well... I love you, China, yes, Mother China."
"Lele, is this really your roommate's sister?"
Lin Le nodded, his eyes fixed on Jiang Baizhi on the screen, not looking away for a moment:
"Yes, the third brother's younger sister."
Not just in front of television sets across the country.
online.
The entire internet erupted in celebration the moment the message "I love you, China, my mother" appeared.
I cried, I really cried. I cried like an idiot on the subway.
[I originally thought the original revolutionary songs would be terrible, but I'm sorry, Goddess Bai Zhi, I'm guilty! I'm going to kneel down in admiration for you!]
[Hey upstairs, move aside! My dad just opened the best bottle of Moutai in the house and said he wanted to toast 'my dear niece Bai Zhi' from afar!]
The lyrics are... "A lone swallow," sob sob, I miss home, I'm going to buy a ticket and go back!
Today is National Day, I love you so much, my motherland, China!
.......
And this moment.
Kyoto TV, the data monitoring backend for The Voice of China.
If this place was a busy command center just a minute ago...
So now, this place is practically a giant "madhouse" scene.
The curves on the dozens of LCD screens were no longer fluctuating, but rather like an enraged dragon, frantically drilling upwards.
"Director! The ratings have broken 3! Broke 3!!"
One technician screamed so hard his voice cracked, and he almost dropped the mouse in his hand.
Wang Dazhong was staring intently at the real-time monitor, feeling as if all the blood in his body was rushing to his head.
"3.1%...3.2%...3.3%!!!"
The assistant director suddenly jumped up, slamming his head into a low shelf, but ignoring the pain, he clutched his head and screamed:
"A new record has been broken, director!"
"We've broken the highest viewership record for a music variety show in China in nearly a decade!"
"Those people at Hunan TV are probably crying their eyes out in the bathroom right now!"
3.3%!
In an era where short videos are rampant and a TV rating of over 1.5% is considered a hit, this number is nothing short of a miracle!
A miracle worthy of being recorded in the history of television!
Wang Dazhong took a deep breath, and his usually cunning face now showed a blush that resembled that of a pilgrim.
He looked at Jiang Baizhi on the screen and muttered to himself:
"This isn't just a talent show contestant...this is the real god I've ever met in my life!"
He is now incredibly grateful that he withstood the pressure and edited Lee Yong-ho's group into "The Flash," dedicating all his time to this girl.
This immense wealth, Wang Dazhong has finally caught!
"A 3.3% viewership rating?"
"No, it's not over yet! It'll go up again!"
"The miracles don't end here!"