The middle-aged man’s face turned bitter gourd. Look around, many people are sympathetic to him.
"I’d like to meet this little guy if I have an organic conversation," the old man suddenly muttered. "I haven’t seen such an interesting little guy for many years. It’s really a little nostalgic!"
He didn’t say what he missed, and people around him didn’t seem to need to understand.
"If the teacher wants to see him, I can have him called in now," the middle-aged man said ingratiatingly at once. "If he hears that you want to see him, he will definitely run over at once. After all, you are a great musician Qin Lan!"
"What about Pei Qin Lan?" The elderly suddenly opened their eyes and disdained to drum their eyes and said, "Isn’t Qin Lan a personal name bigger than others?" You always feel that you are taller than others even if you don’t listen to anything. Wait for me. You have been an official for years and your head has been broken. This is typical bureaucracy! "
"I …" The middle-aged man had a bitter face and didn’t know where he had offended the old man. He had to shut up and be disciplined.
Well, at this moment, the young woman with the baby in her arms relieved him. "Grandpa, don’t say that Minister Chi is here to invite you out of the mountain to preside over the work. Why do you always teach people here? Whether you will go or not will give them a definite answer!"
"Go, go!" I didn’t know that the old man waved away her like a fly and said, "Little girl, what can I do for you here?"
The young woman pursed her lips at once. "Can’t you see that everyone has children?"
Say that finish, he lifted his child out of his hand and raised the old man’s face. He immediately appeared horrified. "Be careful, hey, be careful! You dead girl, aren’t you afraid to dump the child? "
The young woman proudly carried the child back to her arms and smiled. "Now you know that you are distressed? I’m your granddaughter. I haven’t seen you so grateful to me. "
"Bullshit!" An angry look appeared on the old man’s face and said, "When you were a child, didn’t I change your diaper and sing you to sleep? Have you forgotten?" Heartless little girl! "
"Yes, yes!" Young woman charming smile quickly leaned over to him and said, "I know grandpa loves me the most, right?" But now Minister Chi is waiting for your reply. You can say yes or no! "
The old man turned to look at the middle-aged man with an embarrassed face and said with a wry smile, "Do you think I can still go like this?"
The middle-aged man glanced at the thin blanket on his leg and also showed a little struggle.
Chapter two hundred and twenty-seven What a big backer
But the middle-aged man didn’t give up, and he tried to talk about the old man.
"But this activity is very important to us. You will be there every year. If you don’t go this year …"
"What would that be like?" The old man gave him a squint.
"I’m afraid we’ll lose. It’s ugly," said the middle-aged man honestly.
"Bullshit!" The old man was furious. "I can’t compete with Koreans without a Qin Lan, can I compete with mud? Do you want to be slaughtered?" Do you think too much of me or too little of yourself? "
The middle-aged man bowed his head and said in shame, "Although I know you are angry, I have to say … it’s true. Who but you can compete with musicians like Park Kyung-ho and Hideo Yamaki? You know, even you haven’t been able to get anything cheap from them over the years. "
As soon as the old man’s anger solidified, his eyes revealed a trace of nai
At this moment, it was just played to the end of Wu Liang’s singing, and a warm applause came.
The old man suddenly lit up his eyes and pointed to the screen and said, "Why don’t you let him try?"
"He?" The middle-aged man turned his head in surprise and looked in the direction of the camera. "You said that Wu Liang?"
"Yes," the old man nodded. "I have a hunch that he will do better than me!"
"impossible!" The middle-aged man exclaimed in surprise, "How can he do better than you when he is so young?"
The old man shook his head and said, "Don’t you understand that you heard him sing that song just now?"
"Yes," replied the middle-aged man. "Why?"
"What do you think?" The old man asked again
"It’s OK …" The middle-aged man hesitated, perhaps because it was a red song and he didn’t want to evaluate it.
"Is it okay?" The old man sighed, "I dare say that 90% musicians can’t write such songs now."
"Teacher …" The middle-aged man was really surprised. He didn’t expect the old man to think so highly of Wu Liang.
"Do you know what others will say about the difficulty of writing red songs?" The old man asked himself and replied, "Because compared with popular songs, writing red songs is like creating too many rules and shackles with your hands tied. Those who can write red songs beautifully in this situation are all true people."
After a pause, he continued, "What can be called a musician? It is because the teacher created a lot of responses in the past, and the red songs were not bad. Everyone recognized my ability to create, and I saw this ability from this young man. Are you white? "
The middle-aged man once again turned around and took a deep look at the video screen.
It’s a pity that Wu Liang has stepped down. He can see the vague shadow in his mind.
"Teacher, do you really think he can do it?" He asked hesitantly
"How can young people know if they have not tried it?" The old man closed his eyes again and asked him
The middle-aged man thought for a long time and finally gave a hard bite, which seemed to make a major decision.
"Ok, then let’s go find him!"
The old man closed his eyes and said nothing, but his mouth slightly tilted in an arc.
At the same time, Wu Liang finished his performance and walked out of the Beijing TV party.
He was a little disappointed because the song didn’t cause much response tonight.
At present, there are really not many audience interested in red songs. If it weren’t for the good tune of the fifteenth moon, it is estimated that there would be fewer audience applauding.
But he has no regrets, because it doesn’t matter much to him whether everyone likes red songs or not.
He will then consider how to find more opportunities to see.
While he was waiting for a taxi outside the party, his cell phone suddenly rang.
Wu Liang took out his mobile phone and found that it was Xiang Simin, the general director of the Beijing TV party.
Wu Liang answered the phone and asked, "Hey, what happened to the guide?"
Xiang Simin asked Wu Liang strangely, "Mr. Wu, have you left?"
"Not yet," Wu Liang replied. "What’s the matter with waiting for a taxi at my door?"
Xiang Simin breathed a sigh of relief and said, "Come back soon if you haven’t left. Someone wants to see you."
"Someone wants to see who I am?" Wu Liang asked doubtfully.
"This ….." Xiang Simin’s tone was even weirder and he hesitated. "Come back first and you will know when you come back."
Wu Liang hung up and returned to the background with doubts.
When I first came to the backstage passage, I saw Xiang Simin and a man in a suit and tie opening early.
That man seems to be the master. When he saw Wu Liang, he immediately grabbed the first two steps and said, "Hello, Mr. Wu, right?"
Wu Liang shook hands with him and asked confusedly, "Are you …"
"Self-introduction 1" The man said with great grace, "I’m Sean from the Central Propaganda Department, and I’m entrusted by Mr. Qi Yiheng, our vice minister, to invite Mr. Wu to meet."
"Central/Propaganda Department?" Wu Liang was a quiver to call
Central/Propaganda Department is called Central Political Propaganda Department.
From this name, you can know how awesome it is.