"The leader just now is Guo Fengyun, the director of "Stormy Waves", and he is also the deputy director of the film and television department. ”

Ji Haiyang said: "Director Yang Lei and Director Guo of our channel are old friends, and this time the two sides of "Singer" also cooperate, such as the top ten contestants have the opportunity to sing the theme song of CCTV TV series, which is won by Director Yang and Director Guo. So, even if you can't create the theme song this time, there are a lot of spare theme songs for "Stormy Waves", and they will be handed over to you to sing when the time comes. ”

Zheng Qian smiled: "Director Ji, thank you for your promotion, I know that without you this time, I may not have the opportunity to sing." ”

Ji Haiyang waved his hand: "Don't say that you don't have these things, you read the script first, if you have inspiration, you can create it quickly, take it home, remember, you only have two days." ”

Zheng Qian nodded, and suddenly said, "I'm not going back, I'll finish this song today." ”

Ji Haiyang was stunned for a moment, a little suspicious: "Can you do it?"

Ren Xin's eyes also widened, but seeing Zheng Qian's firm expression, she hurriedly said to Ji Haiyang: "Okay, sure, our family Zheng Qian is talented......"

Seeing this, Ji Haiyang no longer dissuaded, and said with a smile: "Young people should fight hard." ”

Afterwards, he called the staff of the recording studio and asked them to help Zheng Qian complete the task today.

After Ji Haiyang left, Ren Xin looked at Zheng Qian: "Is it okay or not......

Zheng Qian stepped forward and messed up Ren Xin's hair, "Forget about others, you dare to underestimate me?" ”

"Ahh

Ren Xin hurriedly protected the bangs in front of her forehead, and finally became annoyed, panting and said, "You have blown out the cow, and you still have the heart to play, hurry up!"

The two staff members in the nearby recording studio turned a deaf ear to this, one looking down at the magazine, and the other writing and drawing in the corner, both busy with their own work.

Zheng Qian also had enough fun at this time, and immediately straightened the gradient, sat upright, ran to the recording room, took out paper and pen, and began to write the lyrics.

Ren Xin couldn't help but be taken aback when she saw Zheng Qian raise his hand to write, and he hurriedly looked at it.

"The mud is covered in the trouser legs, the sweat is soaking the back of the clothes, I don't know who you are, but I know who you are for......"

Ren Xin was shocked, only to feel that her mind was full of images, her eyes widened, looking at the back of Zheng Qian's head.

This guy is so talented in his every move......

In just a few lines of lyrics, the picture is so strong that Ren Xin's nasal cavity is sour, and in an instant, he recalled the scene when the troops were put into the front-line disaster area last year to fight the flood, and the tear-jerking picture made Ren Xin's eyes red when he looked at it.

When the party Zheng Qian wrote this song, he also felt that every word was as heavy as a thousand pounds, he wrote it stroke by stroke, his attitude was certified, and his handwriting was neat like a primary school student......

His heart is also infected by the lyrics, one by one, like those heroes who are desperate, those heroes who use their bodies to resist the flood!

The staff in the recording studio suddenly heard the movement, looked up, and saw that the girl named Ren Xin's eyes were red, and she couldn't help but be full of curiosity, and they also stepped forward to watch, and for a while, they were both stunned.

Especially the tuner who was writing and drawing in the corner, looking at Zheng Qian's gaze at this moment, full of reverence.

As a tuner and lyricist, he could appreciate the tremendous energy contained in the combination of these words, and he never imagined that this singer, who was a few years younger than himself, would be able to write such lyrics.

And the recording engineer also has a new understanding of Zheng Qian at this moment, he knows what happened from beginning to end, and he also knows that Zheng Qian has just received this task, and he didn't even have half an hour, but he actually wrote a complete rhyming and emotional and powerful lyrics.

For a moment, they looked at each other, and they couldn't help but show a look of anticipation on their faces.

Two hours later, Zheng Qian and Ren Xin walked out of the studio.

Behind him, there were the reverent gazes of the staff of the two recording studios.

......

After Ji Haiyang left the recording studio, he returned to work on the variety channel, and when he heard that Zheng Qian had created a brand new song in less than three hours, he was startled, and hurriedly threw down his work, left quickly, and found Zheng Qian in the corridor, and said with an anxious face: "It's too child's play, three hours? What song can you write, and the recording has been completed? Then how long did it take you to write the song?" Zheng Qian, you are too unserious, Director Guo is not easy to fool......

"Director Ji, will you listen to it first?"

Ren Xin smiled and took out the MP3, which contained the song "For Whom" that was imported after the production was completed.

Zheng Qian also nodded and said, "Let's listen to it first, I think this song is very good......"

Seeing this, Ji Haiyang looked suspicious.

He took the MP3, pressed play, and the first thing he saw was the title of the song "For Whom" displayed on the small screen.

Immediately afterwards, the moving melody and lyrics rushed towards the sea of seasons.

In the narrow corridor, Zheng Qian's singing voice slowly floated.

"The mud covered the trouser legs

Sweat soaked the back of the ......"

The dissatisfaction on Ji Haiyang's face gradually collapsed.

He listened carefully, and the imaginary high notes did not appear, but the somewhat deep voice, sincere and melodious melody, began to slowly tell one thrilling picture after another.

Those soldiers who were full of enthusiasm were resolute in blocking the break hand in hand......

Those figures who carried the expectations of the people, carried sandbags in the wanton floods, and went uphill......

Ji Haiyang felt the throbbing in his heart, and when he raised his head instantly, he saw Zheng Qian and Ren Xin both smiling, obviously they both had a lot of confidence in this song.

Ji Haiyang breathed a sigh of relief, and a smile appeared on his face.

......

Guo Fengyun's office.

When the song "For Whom" appeared at the desk, Guo Fengyun's hand that was signing the document also paused.

"For whom

For the harvest of autumn

In order to return to spring and return to the wild geese

Full of enthusiasm and singing youth without regrets

Looking at the end of the world, I don't know when my comrades-in-arms will return to ......"

Looking at the end of the world, I don't know when my comrades-in-arms will return......

My comrade-in-arms, when will you return......

Guo Fengyun closed the cap of the pen, put down the pen, and kneaded his hands slightly at the corners of his eyes.

He needed to calm his emotions.

He is over forty years old, although he is in the prime of life, but he has also experienced a grand era, and the changes of the years have also developed his indifferent and quiet character, but like the last time he was so emotionally surging like today, I am afraid it will go back to more than 20 years ago.

At that time, he was not yet professional, and he was still a soldier of the people......

He also carried sandbags and used his body with his comrades to block the breach of the embankment that was about to burst, and he also mixed sweat and rain to gnaw white noodles and bury his head in the night, and he also saw his comrades-in-arms rushed into the distance by the flood that leaned out after the embankment burst......

At that time, he hated himself for being powerless and shameless to face the relatives of his comrades-in-arms.

Today, people's living standards are improving day by day, but natural disasters are still unavoidable......

He suddenly felt powerless, leaned back in his seat, tilted his head, looked at the ceiling in a daze, and the song "For Whom" sounded in his ears......

"Who is the most beautiful

Who is the most tired

My folks

My comrade-in-arms

My brothers and sisters."