Wang Zai Xiao Qiao: a Sudden Rise to Fame and Great Success

When the spotlight of the concert turned into burning flames, Wangzi Xiaoqiao fell from the clouds into the mud - the suspicion of lip-synching was like a poisonous snake, tightly wrapped around the voice she was once proud of. Just when the whole network was waiting to see her completely cool, the lunatic named Shen Yan dropped a bomb: "Go to the sugar factory and pick out from among the car repairmen, food delivery people, and street sweepers, a wild voice that can overturn the bird's nest with you." So the rusty smell of the old sugar factory was mixed with the hard-core rhythm of wrenches hitting iron pipes, the drum beats of take-out boxes shattered the arrogance of the top students in the music school, and the girl in Hanfu held a pipa with broken strings and sang intangible cultural heritage like a wildfire that could blow up the place. They accused her of using amateurs to clear her name, so she took this group of "others" labeled by the world, used broken guitars, iron wrenches, and first-aid kits as musical instruments, sang in the rain, roared in the warehouse, and in the hail of bullets from public opinion, sang "struggle" into a war song, and roared "connection" into armor. When capital wants to put an end to this grassroots carnival, and when the stage collapses in an accident, this group of people step on the broken glass and continue to sing - because real music is never the perfect sound of the recording studio, it is the oil on the hands of the car mechanic mixed with sweat, dripping on the strings of the piano and blooming; it is the idol who reaches out after falling, grabbing everyone who has also fallen in the mud, and together they put the fire in their throats and light up the night sky of the entire bird's nest. This is not a counterattack by one person, it is the voice of all those who have been pushed to the ground by life, and finally dare to shout to the world: "I can still sing!"