Lu Songhua looked at Zhao Wencan's expression, and knew that this long-time friend was probably misunderstood, but what Lin Haven had on his face at this time was the expression of an ignorant teenager who had been trained for a long time, how innocent and innocent, how pure and pure, sometimes Lin Haven felt that after he came to this world, the biggest original achievement was about this expression, it really couldn't be true, no matter how experienced and countless veterans he had read, under this expression, he had to wonder if there was a pure teenager living in Lin Haven's heart。 Pen Fun Pavilion wWw. ｂiquge。 ｉｎfo

"Lao Zhao," Lu Songhua was a little unbearable, weighed it, and felt that this was basically Lin Haiwen's bad taste, and it was no big deal, so he poked him: "Haiwen, this kid, writing things depends on talent, don't look at experience, don't look at thoughts, don't think about it." ”

"Huh?"

Lin Haven glanced at Lu Songhua with resentment, let go of the expression that was very laborious, and returned to his normal appearance, that is, the clouds are light and the wind is light, and nothing is the same as the lack of beating.

Zhao Wencan opened his mouth, didn't say anything, and nodded at Lin Haven: "I almost fooled you." ”

"I didn't say anything. ”

You're not me, and if you don't have a bookworm, how can you rely on your works to see people, tsk.

"Yes, you have a point. Zhao Wencan admitted it, mainly because these songs attracted him more.

It took more than half an hour to finish reading the four songs and breathe a sigh of relief.

"These songs, at least in my opinion, should have a very high level in each of them, and I dare not say that they will definitely be able to sing popular, but any singer who sings in any nationality will not refuse. If you came to me, it seems that you can't find someone to sing. Zhao Wencan thought about it and understood a little: "And as far as I know, there are many people who ask you to ask for songs, right?"

No one has recruited through the relationship between Zhao Wencan and Lu Songhua, mainly because at present, it is more exaggerated to reach this level.

"Oh, watching these songs go out, I won't be at peace in the future. Lao Lu, you won't be able to escape when the time comes. ”

"Haha, don't you know each other, if there is anything in the future, you will look for him directly, what does it have to do with me?" Lu Songhua raised his gray eyebrows and looked at Zhao Wencan with a smile.

"Isn't it like I don't have a big face like you, who doesn't know outside now. There are only two people who can make Dunhuang Lin Haiwen relax, one is you Mr. Lu Songhua Lu, and the other is Professor Chang Shuochang of Tiannan Academy, and the face of outsiders is not sold. ”

Zhao Wencan's words have not been spread outside for a day or two.

Lin Haiwen has come to this day, and he can be regarded as a member of the National Writers Association, there are more than 200 members in total. Everyone takes stock of his brilliant resume, and you can see that there are two people who can be regarded as his teachers, Lu Songhua and Chang Shuo. The latter one doesn't say, it's the one who worships it, although the previous one doesn't have an official name, but it's more recognized than Chang Shuo. Lin Haven has gone all the way, and it can be said that Lu Songhua has come out less, but he has helped him escort him in the back.

As long as Lu Songhua speaks, Lin Haven will definitely not refuse. But until today, Lu Songhua only opened a mouth for Lin Haiwen for Shi Xiao and his father Shi Chuan, and took a "Ma Xiangyang Goes to the Countryside", which was broadcast during the Chinese New Year. Lin Haven doesn't know how many people found Lu Songhua's head, but the old man is very principled and very powerful, anyway, the one who finds him probably won't be an ordinary second-class person, but he just pushes it back - this may be the reason why Lu Songhua didn't mention accepting Lin Haven as a disciple for a long time.

"Teacher Zhao has something, of course I don't dare to refuse, but sometimes I am busy, a little slack, don't be surprised. ”

"Look, I'm talking. Zhao Wencan didn't continue to say this: "What do you say?

"I'll tell you the truth, and I'll ask you to give the staff a look. I and CCTV are now incompatible, so my songs must not be on CCTV programs. Oh, don't worry, of course I don't care about people, I just mean that they are not allowed to sing my songs on CCTV performances, or on CCTV's exclusive evening programs, which must be clearly written into the contract. In this way, it is more convenient to write to big names, whether they can withstand CCTV, or to write to less well-known ones. What do you think?"

Zhao Wencan tapped his fingertips on the score, this is really a problem. If the national singing method is not on CCTV, this is impossible, so what is there to mix? But if you just say that you don't want to sing Lin Haiwen's songs, if you don't want to sing Lin Haiwen's songs, there will be no fewer people who can resist and are willing to resist.

"It's better to find a famous singer. "Most of the people Zhao Wencan knows are famous singers. Yin Yuanyuan's level, he is not very familiar with it: "These songs, the style is not the same." "Good Day", I think it is quite suitable for Lei Siyue, she is from a southwest ethnic minority, and her voice is very bright and high. The song "I Love You, Huaguo" can't be sung by ordinary people, how about Wang Limei? An authentic mezzo-soprano singer, she is very strong and has a good sense of feelings. ”

"You're a professional, and in your opinion, it's mostly their wishes. ”

"Okay, then I'll take it. Zhao Wencan pointed to the score.

This unpublished song is quite risky, but Zhao Wencan doesn't have to worry at all, with his authority in the field of Chinese folk music, who dares to do anything, it will make the old birthday star eat arsenic and hang himself, and he wants to die endlessly.

Seeing that Lin Haven nodded indifferently, he smiled: "Aren't you afraid that I will take it for myself?"

"If you really want it, I'll give it to you. Ming'er will write another ten or eight songs, and it won't take much trouble. ”

"Hey. ”

"Haha," Lu Songhua knew early on that Lao Zhao was going to be scolded once: "Don't quarrel with him, before the last "Bright Moon Shines on the River", the Beijing University Publishing House found me and said that he had no intention of publishing a collection of poems, and he would not let it be included. I asked him what he thought about it, and after two months, he lost a copy of "The Bright Moon Shines on the River", saying that he had accumulated it for many years. I estimate that more than half of the more than 50 songs must have been driven out, hey, he has such famous stories as "Difficult to Walk" and "Autumn Twilight in the Mountain House". So what can I do, it's not just about serving. ”

"Why am you so proud of me?"

Outside the gate, hearing a hearty laugh, Sun Xiulian said to Qi Hui and the others: "It must be what Haiwen is doing again, as soon as he comes, Lao Lu will laugh like this." Last time, Professor Wang, who was next door, also asked me if Lao Lu had listened to the cross talk of whoever it was, and learned a word, what is it called 'laughter', saying that our Lao Lu's laughter is low. ”

"Smile, ten years less. Mrs. Zhao said kind words.

Sun Xiulian was very happy.

When he entered the door, the three old and young masters were swallowing clouds and spitting out fog, and they were arrested, Lin Haven was fine, Qi Hui didn't care about him for the time being, but those two, the cigarettes were controlled by branches.

"Hey, smile, smoke a cigarette, and live like a fairy. ”

“…… Mr. Sun, you have a talent for poetry. Lin Haven squeezed out. (To be continued.) )