"Then it's decided!"

Zheng Qian scratched his head excitedly.

Listening to what Sister Hong just said, the march composed by Lao Maozi of "Holy Alliance" has long been outdated, and the top leadership wants to make it in China!

Thinking that when the leaders went out for a state visit, the music he wrote could float on the territory of all countries in the world, Zheng Qian was directly enthusiastic, and his face turned red with excitement.

He didn't dare to think that he would follow him for a state visit, he was not worthy of it now, and he might not be worthy of it in the future, but if his name could appear in the subtitles, it would definitely be a matter that the glory of the ancestors could boast for a lifetime!

For a while, Wei Yehong's persuasion had been thrown out of Zheng Qian's ears, and at this time, various majestic symphonies were constantly sounding in his mind.

March form!

Or do you want to make it in China!

Zheng Qian's mind suddenly sounded in his mind the "March of the Steel Torrent" and the "March of the East Wind" that appeared at the military parade marking the 70th anniversary of the founding of the People's Republic of China in the previous life, both of which were symphonies composed by the Chinese themselves, and had a typical Soviet-style collectivist style, which were deeply loved by the people of the whole country.

In particular, "March of the Steel Torrent" has become popular on many foreign video websites.

Since the reform and opening up, the country's construction has yielded fruitful results, but in terms of the level of military music and military song creation, it is honest and average, and many marches make people want to do radio gymnastics after listening to them, and even sometimes when complaining about the hegemonic hooliganism of the United States, the background music used is often written by Americans.

But "March of the Steel Torrent" and "March of the East Wind" are different, not only do people feel like they are followed by a heavy synthetic brigade behind them, and they can swagger when they walk, but also with the burst of music as a whole, there is a sense of déjà vu that the steel torrent rolls in, which is extremely powerful!

Wei Yehong saw that Zheng Qian's eyes were red, and he bent his neck to wait for the rehearsal, and he was also a little curious: "It's like beating chicken blood, as for it?"

"Sister Hong, my song is very imposing, very good, even if it is played on the piano, it is also very infectious!"

Zheng Qian rubbed his hands, feeling that his hands were itching, and seeing that it was not his turn, he suddenly rushed onto the stage with an arrow step, and sat down in front of the piano before the comrades who had rehearsed the previous rehearsal left.

"Boom!"

A muffled sound of the piano immediately attracted everyone's attention.

Zheng Qian shook his hand in embarrassment, sat too anxiously, and pressed his hands on the keys.

"Who is this!

"Where did you come from, occupy such a big land, he rehearses alone!"

Someone in the audience couldn't help but complain.

When Wei Yehong heard this, she was not happy, "Why do you still divide the number of people in the rehearsal?

"Ouch, it's Sister Hong, this is the person you brought, I'm sorry, I'm sorry!"

"Is it also from the air government? Sister Hong, you have joined the new group!"

As soon as the two of them saw Wei Yehong, they hurriedly snorted.

Wei Yehong himself is not only a sixth-level civilian cadre, but also a well-known first-line singer in the outside world, with a very high status, often going in and out of important occasions, and having a good relationship with the high-level of major art troupes, and his personal connections are very strong.

Wei Yehong didn't deliberately bury the other party, everyone is a system, looking up and not looking down, there has never been a hurdle that can't be overcome, so he calmed down, nodded and said: "Yes, his name is Zheng Qian, he is new to our empty politics, he is very talented, you wait and see!"

When everyone heard this, they were also a little curious.

When some of them heard the name Zheng Qian, they also suddenly came over, and they all began to talk to each other.

Liu Zhenhua, deputy head of the comrades-in-arms art troupe, had just trained Zhou He, and he was still angry at this time, and asked impatiently: "Who is this? A newcomer, Wei Yehong praises him so much?"

Someone replied with a smile: "Wei Yehong is right, this young man does have some ability, and he is the author of "For Whom"! Did you watch CCTV's "Stormy Waves" last night? The theme song was written by him!"

Liu Zhenhua sighed: "I'm not impressed." ”

At this time, Zheng Qian was ready to go on the stage, he took a deep breath, smoothed his hands on the black and white keys, and then suddenly pounded with both hands and smashed down on the keys.

Everyone's eyes widened.

Some people can't even resist stepping forward to stop it.

Because the age of this piano is twenty years old, it is already an antique, and even the timbre has begun to be out of tune, giving people the feeling of a broken bellows.

If you hammer it so hard, you won't fall apart right away!

But the sound of the piano that followed made them pause.

Zheng Qian thrashed his hands, and his momentum was amazing.

But after just one smash, it began to play frantically - "March of the Steel Torrent"!

This is a piece of music that makes his scalp tingle just thinking about the melody, 88 keys are like bullets passing rapidly, grazing his fingertips and burning rapidly, the blood in his heart is ignited, and the majestic music resounds throughout the rehearsal hall, and the surroundings are completely quiet.

Everyone looked at the young man sitting in front of the piano and playing in a daze.

At this moment, Zheng Qian was infected by the music that poured into his ears, and the resistance feedback of the finger keys and the pedals under his feet made him tremble, and as the sound of the piano gradually became fierce and high, as if someone was whispering in his ear:

"Comrade, do you know where Leningrad and Stalingrad are? I can't find it on the map. ”

"No, no more, we failed, the white bandits and the capitalists once again rode on our heads, if you want to follow that red star, go to the East, cross the Dnieper, over the Ural Mountains, at the end of the Siberian plain, where the spark is still burning. ”

Ulla!

For a while, Zheng Qian's emotions were up, and his eyes were red!

Endless iron will flowed into his fingertips, and Zheng Qian shook his body, immersed in the torrent of music.

In the audience, everyone swallowed their saliva and looked shaken.

"This ...... It's really a great job to press the bottom of the box!"

Yang Hongyi was dumbfounded, even if his musical cells were insufficient, he also had goosebumps at this time, and there seemed to be countless red flags fluttering in the wind in his mind, and the hammers and sickles representing the workers, peasants and proletariat seemed to be clearer.

I, the martyrs of the revolution, are immortal!

Wei Yehong looked at the figure and was speechless for a long time.

For a moment, this figure was infinitely taller in the bottom of his heart, and he even needed to look up to see his face clearly.

She was completely blown away.

"This music ......"

At this moment, Chen Zhenhua, the deputy head of the comrades-in-arms art troupe, gradually distorted his face, which he didn't care about, until the more intense sound of the piano suddenly slammed into his chest and roared: "I found it!"

"This is the romance that belongs to men!"