Bang Bang Bang ......

The fierce applause gradually stopped, and Harwin said to Hua Chunsheng and the others with a smile on his face:

"Hua Lao, as well as all the writers and friends, thank you for your performance, it's really hard for you!

This "Ode to the Motherland" is very wonderful, rich in content and full of profound meaning, and at the same time contains strong patriotic feelings, coupled with the inspiring background music, it makes us have a feeling of surging blood and excitement, and it is easy to stimulate the patriotic heart of the audience! Yes, very good!"

"Harbour is polite. Hua Chunsheng said with a smile: "Those of us who hold pens can't do anything other than write something. ”

"Hua Lao, you are too polite. ”

Harwin smiled at Hua Chunsheng and continued to ask: "By the way, can I ask, why did you think of using background music when you were reciting just now, why did you think of using background music? Also, what is this music called?"

"Not at the beginning. Hua Chunsheng waved his hand, turned his head to look at Liu Zixia who was not far away, and said, "Specifically, let Zixia talk about it." ”

Liu Zixia knew that Hua Chunsheng would buy him, so he went to the front and said:

"Director Har, this music is called "Piano Concerto for Defending the Yellow River". I think Hua Lao's poem is well written, and music can also cause emotional resonance, so I created a song and recited it with this "Ode to the Motherland", but I didn't expect the effect to be so good. ”

When Liu Zixia's voice landed, the director team talked in a low voice:

"Piano Concerto for the Defense of the Yellow River, that's a really good name!"

"I just said that when I just listened to the recitation, I felt that the blood all over my body was like the waves of the Yellow River, surging endlessly. ”

"The poems and songs are very appropriate, but I always feel that something is missing......"

They talked to each other, each with a look of wonder and shock on their faces.

They really can't understand how Liu Zixia's head grows, and such an inspiring and passionate song can be created.

And listening to the meaning of his words, it seems that it is still tailor-made for "Ode to the Motherland".

It's a musical genius!

"Do you have any comments on the show?"

Seeing that these director colleagues were almost discussed, Harwin said: "If there is no opinion, this show will be decided." ”

Poetry recitation is a language program.

The main director in charge of the language class, a middle-aged woman in her 40s, looked at her small book and said: "The content of this show is full of positive energy, and the form is novel and far-reaching. ”

"Okay, that's what I mean!" Harwin turned his head to look at Hua Chunsheng and the others, and said, "But, Hua Lao, can I make a small opinion?"

Hua Chunsheng nodded and said, "Director Ha, you say." ”

"This recitation and soundtrack are indeed a new form of performance, but don't you think there is something missing?"

Harwin pointed to the big screen behind him and said: "Look at the big screen in the back! When you are reciting, the big screen behind you has always been a fixed pattern, if when you are reciting, roll the construction and development process of our Huaxia over the years, is it more vivid?"

Hearing Harwin's words, everyone on the stage was stunned for a moment, and then finally came back to their senses.

This suggestion seems to make a lot of sense!

"Okay, just listen to Harbour. Hua Chunsheng discussed with everyone for a while, and finally agreed, "But this construction still has a record of the development process, so it will be troublesome to Harbour." ”

"It's easy to do. Harwin nodded and said, "Go back and get stuck in time, and I'll go to the director of the documentary channel to edit it so that it can match your recitation." ”

......

"Ode to the Motherland" is the first program to come out of the final review of the CCTV Spring Festival Gala today.

However, the director in the hall and the people on the stage, no one revealed the news, after all, they can't do anything that is jealous, right?

The final review of the Spring Festival Gala program continues.

Back in the lounge, I chatted with these new writers and left in a hurry.

However, Hua Chunsheng and Jin Miao stayed, still chatting with Liu Zixia in the lounge.

At this time, Liu Zixia's outfit had changed.

He took off his bright red tunic and put on the clothes and shoes he had prepared.

The clothes are Chinese-style coats, which are the same as the performance costumes worn by cross talk actors, the color is navy blue, as for the shoes, black cloth shoes, and a white scarf around the neck.

Looking at the past from afar, it is very much the feeling of the twenties and thirties of the last century, that kind of hot-blooded patriotic youth!

Looking at Liu Zixia's dress, Hua Chunsheng said: "Zixia, you really look like a young man who has loved you. ”

"Look at what you said. Liu Zixia pushed the scarf back and said, "I was originally a patriotic young man. ”

"Oh, yes, yes, the old man said the wrong thing, you were originally a patriotic youth. Hua Chunsheng was stunned for a moment, and then laughed: "What, what song are you going to sing?"

"A patriotic song. Liu Zixia blinked, "But let me buy it first, I can't tell you, when the Spring Festival Gala comes, you will know." ”

"Mr. Liu, it's your turn. ”

At this time, Xiao Miao's voice sounded outside the door.

"Come soon!" Liu Zixia responded, and said to Hua Chunsheng: "Elder Hua, you and Brother Jin will go first, I have finished the performance here, and I have to wait for Brother Xing for a while, and I will arrange a meal when I go back, and we will have a good gathering." ”

Dropping such a sentence, Liu Zixia opened the door and walked out, followed Xiao Miao, and walked towards the No. 1 Golden Studio Hall.

......

Coming out of the CCTV building, the time was just half past eleven.

Looking up at the already clear sky, thinking about the directors of the director team just now, after listening to their songs, their faces were red and their eyes were moist, and the corners of Liu Zixia's mouth inadvertently showed a smile.

It seems that the song prepared by Liu Zixia is very successful!

I walked to the parking lot and looked, Lang Wenxing's Mercedes-Benz big G was still parked there.

After thinking about it, Liu Zixia sent Lang Wenxing a WeChat message that he would go home first, then directly put on a mask and wrapped a scarf, and then walked out towards the outside of the CCTV headquarters.

Jinghua, which is covered in silver, has filled in a new color for Huaxia.

Today is rare and leisurely, Liu Zixia walked in the direction of home, took out the earphones and plugged them into the mobile phone, dialed Li Mengyi, and made the phone porridge.

I don't know how long I walked, but when Liu Zixia looked up, he found that he had walked to his alma mater, Huaxia Drama Academy.

"How did you get here?"

Looking up at the big red characters of 'Huaxia Drama Academy', Liu Zixia's face couldn't help but show a look of nostalgia.

It's been more than half a year since I came to this world, and I've never had so much sentimentality.

Since you're here, let's just go in and take a look.

Shaking his head, Liu Zixia walked in directly.

Walking through the school, the trees on both sides of the road have long since lost their leaves, the thick branches are still piled with snow, and a few sparrows stand on the branches, trembling and chirping.

Even though it was winter break, there were still quite a few students staying at the school.

Along the way, many men and women wearing down jackets and cashmere coats were shoveling the snow with shovels and other tools, or playing on the snow, and one snowball after another 'swished' through the air.

Syllable!

Along the familiar road, Liu Zixia was about to walk downstairs in the old dormitory, when suddenly a fist-sized snowball flew over without knowing where to hit, and landed squarely on his face.

The unlucky Liu Zixia, only his eyes were exposed, and he was smashed by a snowball.

"Oops, I'll go!"

Liu Zixia was nostalgic, and this sudden snowball directly stunned him.

This is really a person sitting at home, and woe comes from heaven!

More than ten meters away, several young girls wearing down jackets and wrapped tightly up and down their bodies trotted in the direction of Liu Zixia.

One of the girls also slipped and fell because she was running too fast.

A girl wearing a thick purple down jacket and a cute pink bunny hat hurriedly ran over and apologized to Liu Zixia in a panic:

"Senior, I'm sorry, I'm sorry, I didn't mean to do it just now. ”

"It's okay!" Liu Zixia shook his head with a wry smile and asked, "By the way, are you okay?"

The girl who just wrestled is the girl who apologized.

"I'm fine. The girl waved her hand again and again, "Senior, I'm really embarrassed just now! By the way, I have a tissue here, you can wipe it." ”

With that, the girl took off her gloves, took out a pack of tissues from her pocket and handed it to Liu Zixia.

At this time, several girls in the back also ran over, still saying:

"Xiaolin, your illness is just right, what are you doing running so fast?"

"You just fell, is there anything wrong?"

"No, let's go back to the dormitory in a while, don't run outside. ”

The three girls and her roommates who are supposed to be in a dormitory, looking at their nervous faces, are completely sincere.

As for Liu Zixia, he just got a snowball?

That's not going to kill anyone, it's okay!

Taking the tissue handed over by Xiao Lin, Liu Zixia wiped the snow from his eyes and said, "You are all students of Huaju?"

"Hmm. Kobayashi nodded, "We're all from the acting department." ”

Liu Zixia asked curiously: "It's winter vacation, why don't you go home?"

"Xiao Lin missed half a semester of classes because of his illness, and we discussed to help Xiao Lin make up for the class during the winter vacation. The tall girl in a black down jacket whispered.

"Sick?" Liu Zixia glanced at Xiao Lin and asked curiously, "Can you tell me what kind of disease you have?"

"It's leukemia. Kobayashi said optimistically: "I was discharged from the hospital more than two weeks ago. ”

Leukemia, named Xiaolin, and a student of the Huaxia Performance Department?

A name flashed through Liu Zixia's mind, and then a pale, scrawny figure.

It can't be such a coincidence, right?

Thinking like this in his heart, Liu Zixia said, "Yin Lin?"

"Huh?"

At this moment, Xiao Lin was talking about it, and even her three roommates had shocked looks in their eyes.