69novels Chapter 32 Are you nervous?
Chapter 32 Are you nervous?
"Senior sister, senior sister. Let's not talk about this now, practicing singing is the most important thing."
Lin Hanjiang repeatedly begged for mercy.
He paused, then gave an excuse.
"Really, there's no need to spend money. I think a white shirt is fine; it shows sincerity. Besides, buying clothes on short notice might not fit or make you feel comfortable, which could affect your performance. It's better to wear what you're comfortable with. I promise I'll iron the shirt perfectly and style my hair neatly. I definitely won't embarrass our college, okay?"
Zhang also looked at him, wanting to persuade him again.
Suddenly I understood some things.
He sighed dejectedly and gave up.
If you don't want to buy it, then don't buy it.
"Fine, fine, I can't argue with you. A white shirt it is, but it has to be the cleanest one. The collar and cuffs can't have even a speck of yellow!"
Zhang also acted like a concerned little housekeeper, giving instructions with utmost care.
"ensure!"
Lin Hanjiang breathed a sigh of relief and immediately picked up the conversation, smoothly steer the topic back on track.
"The most important thing now is to go over the song a few more times. Senior sister, Xiao Hai, let's hurry up and practice some more? Let's work on the details one last time."
"Let's go, let's go."
Zhang Ye's attention was successfully diverted; her enthusiasm immediately ignited when her profession was mentioned.
"Last day, we have to get it perfect. Xiaohai, how are your fingers today?"
"That's good, senior sister."
Zu Hai nodded quickly, glancing furtively at Lin Hanjiang.
She hadn't dared to interrupt, but she knew exactly what was going on.
She knew why her senior brother had refused so firmly; he wouldn't have any money left, so how could he afford to buy a suit in Xidan?
Seeing her senior brother handle it with a relaxed smile, she felt a little jealous, but also a little admiring.
I hope my senior can perform well on the CCTV Young Singers Competition stage and make this new song resonate throughout China!
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6 month 5 number.
The fifth day of the fifth lunar month is the Dragon Boat Festival.
It was also the day the CCTV Young Singers Competition finals were recorded.
As dawn broke, the sun already displayed an unprecedented power.
One word: Hot!
Before 8 o'clock, when Lin Hanjiang walked out of the dormitory building, the blazing sun was already scorching down, and the air was dry and parched.
The cicadas weren't at their noisiest yet, but there were occasional chirps.
Lin Hanjiang pulled out the last few meal tickets from his pocket; the edges were damp with sweat.
He secretly rejoiced that he had changed his stomach two days ago, otherwise he would have had to go on stage on an empty stomach today.
That's a CCTV competition; there's no room for error.
The cafeteria was unusually cool, with large ceiling fans whirring away.
He bought two ounces of plain porridge and a steamed bun, and slowly ate them with the free pickled vegetables.
After the meal, I filled a large enamel mug with cooled boiled water before heading to the vocal music classroom.
Even the dogs bark a bit more in this weather.
The vocal music classroom was like a small steamer; even with the windows open, the heat couldn't dissipate.
Immediately turn on the fan to cool off the heat.
Lin Hanjiang waited until the heat dissipated before he spoke.
"Ah—Eee—Ooh—"
His voice sounded particularly solid in the sweltering air.
He focused intently on controlling his breath, feeling the elasticity of his vocal cords under proper moisture, striving for each note to be round and stable.
Sweat quickly seeped from his temples and neck, sliding down along the defined collarbone lines and leaving dark spots on his vest.
The melody and lyrics of the new song are already etched into my bones.
These past few days, Zhang Ye, his senior, has been helping him refine the details, from the strength of his enunciation to the breath control of the final syllables, and the nuance of the emotional progression in the chorus... These almost demanding requirements have now been transformed into a sense of musicality.
He knew that the technology was already perfect.
By 10 o'clock, my vest was soaked with sweat.
The classroom door was pushed open.
Zhang also stood at the door, her cheeks flushed from the heat and her nose glistening with sweat.
She was wearing a pale yellow short-sleeved polyester shirt, the fabric so thin it was almost translucent, a light blue denim skirt, and plastic sandals.
She held a large palm-leaf fan in her hand and kept fanning herself.
"Still training? Aren't you afraid of getting heatstroke?"
"Hurry up, hurry up! Master's wife has spoken; we must go home to celebrate the festival today."
Lin Hanjiang hastily wiped his face and neck: "Going to the teacher's house? Will there be many people?"
"It's just the few of us." Zhang also came in and helped him collect the sheet music without saying a word. "My teacher's wife said it's hot and too many people would be noisy, so it's better to just have a quiet get-together with family. Hurry up, it's scorching hot on the way."
After leaving the vocal music classroom, we arrived at the faculty and staff housing area.
Several faculty and staff members' children, dressed in vests and shorts, chased each other and laughed and played under the shade of the trees, holding water guns.
While frantically fanning himself with a palm leaf fan, Zhang complained, "This awful weather! Don't skimp on the air conditioning in the finals studio! Otherwise, your makeup will be ruined before you even finish a song."
Lin Hanjiang smiled.
"Haha, it's hot every year at this time of year, CCTV isn't that stingy."
They arrived at the family quarters familiar with the area.
I knocked, and the door opened almost immediately.
A delicate fragrance of bamboo leaves wafted out.
The teacher's wife, Ma Qiuhua, wore a clean blue apron with white flowers, and her forehead was covered with a thin layer of sweat, but her smile was warmer than the sunlight outside the window.
"You're finally here! Come in quickly, it's so hot outside it'll melt you."
Happy Dragon Boat Festival, Master's Wife!
Zhang Ye slipped inside like an eel, heading straight for the swaying Watson brand electric fan in the living room.
"Happy Dragon Boat Festival, Master's Wife."
Lin Hanjiang followed him in and said politely.
At this time, it is only natural for people to wish each other a happy Dragon Boat Festival, as praying for blessings and good fortune is the very essence of the festival.
It is far more vivid and humane than the later rigid textual research that delves into whether to prioritize health or happiness.
If we really want to investigate, the Dragon Boat Festival is much earlier than the commemoration of Qu Yuan.
It's just that the generation that grew up with magazines like "Yilin" and "Reader" won't doubt anything.
Believing everything you read online will likely make them the biggest buyers of health supplements in the future.
In the living room, the record player was spinning, playing clear and melodious songs:
The Liuyang River bends and turns several times.
[A journey of dozens of miles by water to the Xiang River]
……
Professor Jin Tielin sat in a wicker chair by the window, where there was a slight draft.
He was wearing a white short-sleeved T-shirt, holding a large folding fan in his hand, waving it casually, his eyes half-closed, seemingly listening to music, or perhaps resting.
"Happy Dragon Boat Festival, teacher," Lin Hanjiang greeted respectfully.
Jin Tielin opened his eyes, his gaze sharp as lightning, sweeping across his face before giving a slight nod:
"Hmm. Is your throat okay? Tonight is crucial, you need to stay in top form."
"No problem, teacher," Lin Hanjiang replied succinctly and firmly.
"Senior Brother Hanjiang! Senior Sister Zhang Ye!"
Zu Hai’s clear voice came from the kitchen.
She had two braids and wore a small apron. Her cheeks were rosy as she poked her head out of the kitchen, holding a bright green bamboo leaf in her hand, her fingertips covered in snow-white glutinous rice, and she had a radiant smile.
"Come quick and help! The glutinous rice is soaked!"
The kitchen was filled with the aroma of zongzi (sticky rice dumplings).
A large aluminum basin is filled with plump, glistening glutinous rice, while several bowls beside it contain bright red dates, oily red bean paste, and diced pork belly marinated in soy sauce.
The emerald green bamboo leaves and iris grass soaked in clear water have a refreshing fragrance.
While deftly picking up two bamboo leaves and folding them into a funnel shape, Ma Qiuhua instructed, "Xiao Ye, go wash your hands and wrap the jujubes. Han Jiang, keep your hands steady, you'll be in charge of tying them up later, make sure they're tight so the filling doesn't leak out. Xiao Hai, your four-cornered zongzi are getting better and better."
Zhang had just finished using the fan and walked into the kitchen when he spoke to Lin Hanjiang, who was wrapping zongzi (sticky rice dumplings).
Are you nervous?
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