The most popular Shanghai singer of the eighties was Zhang Xing, not one of them. He covered Hong Kong and Taiwan, and European and American songs released many tapes, and the sales were tens of millions.
He went in at his peak, supposedly to play with women, and some even said that one of them lived next to the swimming pool in the new city, and he made a big belly, wrote letters to expose, was dealt with by the public security organs, and sentenced to several years.
There was no news of Zhang Xing for a long time after that. Until the mid-to-late 1990s, I heard that he sang in a tea room, and some old listeners went to the scene. But the mix is not good, after all, his time has passed, and the new person has long replaced the position of the old person.
The next time I saw Zhang Xing on TV, it was on the Stage of Oriental Satellite TV's Mommy Ya, and it was his wife who performed on stage. His wife's father was a fan of his songs, so he met, asked him to teach his daughter to sing, and then slowly fell in love and got married.
Seeing Zhang Xing on TV, I feel that it is a microcosm of an era, an era that cannot go back.
