"It's shameless. Pen @ fun @ pavilion wWw. ｂｉｑUｇE。 info"Lang Kun is angry like a pufferfish.

Since Li Jiang's incident, Li Jiang himself has not been in this circle very much, and even the director Tian Ou has also gone away from them. The old capital gang is tantamount to disbanding. There are still two of their CCTV brothers, Luo Mingsheng and Lang Kun, who will drink some wine together and sit down.

Most of the time, I also listened to Lang Kun complain.

Today, Lang Kun laughed at Lin Haven once, and he was more happy, so he pulled Luo Mingsheng out to drink. Halfway through drinking, I saw Lin Haven's forward reply.

Luo Mingsheng also opened his mobile phone and looked at it, quite weak. The scolding battle between Lang Kun and Lin Haven is impossible to win at all, from the number of fans, from the fans, from the popularity, from the thickness of the skin, from the degree of self-release, none of which Lang Kun can compare to Lin Haven.

This is definitely a matter of losing, I don't know why Lang Kun always doesn't take lessons.

"Okay, okay, okay," Seeing that Lang Kun was about to reply to the scolding, he hurriedly stopped: "Don't go back, when did you take advantage of him by scolding him?" If I were you, I wouldn't go back after deleting Weibo, let him jump alone, why rush to lose face?"

At the beginning, it was rumored that the director of CCTV said that Lang Kun withdrew from the Weibo industry overnight, but this year he quietly returned to Weibo, not very active, and usually used it to have a relationship with his peers.

"Then I, just look at him, so proud? Break his word and get fat, not ashamed but proud, this, this, what kind of person is this?"

The last question is simply the methane in Lang Kun's heart, countless sadness, grievances, and anger have been piled up for more than a year, and the biogas formed by fermentation and reaction is just a little bit, erupting at this moment, like a cuckoo crying blood, the ape wailing, hearing the sadness, and crying.

"......" Luo Mingsheng couldn't answer, saying that he was a genius poet and a screenwriter of the diamond brand, it must not work. But if you want to say that it's shameless or something, isn't it just the two of them, plus an old man who is more than 100 years old, drinking and scolding a young man who is less than 20 years old, the key is that they have nothing to do with it. What is that called, weak, bleak self-soothing?

Lang Kun threw away the phone and leaned back: "Lao Luo, I regret it." ”

Luo Mingsheng was speechless.

......

On the 18th of the lunar month, the art show of condolences to the old cadres was rehearsed in the National Assembly Hall.

Lei Siyue and Zu Jing, as well as Wang Limei, are all on the performance list, but Zu Jing can't sing "On the Top of Nadong Mountain".

Before Lei Siyue came on stage, many people were watching, and it was rumored that she took a song by Lin Haven from Zhao Wencan and sang it at this party. There are a lot of people, Zu Jing is here, and Wang Limei is also here.

Wang Limei took a look at the stage layout, the background of the big screen, quite a life painting, and the smiling face of the peasant uncle, which is the kind of face full of ravines: "Lin Haiwen, a native of Hedong, writes this style of local folk songs?"

Sitting next to her was Zu Jing, who smiled when she heard the words and didn't speak.

"Hey, don't you also have one? It's also a folk song of this style?" Wang Limei seemed to suddenly remember: "The two songs he showed me are not like this, they are quite orthodox, but the level is like that." I'm quite worried about the level of his writing of this kind of song, if it's worse than those two, Xiao Lei's vision is not very good. Oh, oh, of course, the level is still in the middle in general, you don't want to miss it, it's normal, I understand. ”

Wang Limei was anxious to explain that she was not screened out, but she couldn't see it, and she was a little incoherent.

"Mr. Wang's vision is high, and I have never seen much of the world, so I think Mr. Lin's songs are very good. Zu Jing still smiled, and didn't give her a look.

Lei Siyue rehearsed with makeup and wore bright red clothes, like a large bunch of peppers in full bloom.

"Hey

Happy gongs and drums beat out the joy of the year

The beautiful dance brings joy every day

The sun's oil paint is red today's day

The flowers of life are our smiles

......

Today is a good day

......

Tomorrow is a good day

......”

The rhythm of this song is very bright, and the mood of celebrating a new life, embracing a new era, and having a happy day is simply overwhelming. In the New Year, the relevance of this kind of song is often more profound than that of those who sing high-pitched.

Although everyone is pretending, this kind of song that depicts the joy of the common people is relatively more sincere.

Zu Jing listened to it, compared with "On the Top of Nadong Mountain", the quality is almost the same, but Lei Siyue's song is not necessarily so suitable for singing in the army, but it is sung on the New Year's Day, especially the Spring Festival Gala, it is very appropriate. Thinking of this, she laughed, what Lin Hai said plainly, that is, she is not allowed to sing in the Spring Festival Gala.

Moreover, the CCTV Spring Festival Gala should not be very willing to invite them to sing Lin Haven's songs now.

"Hehe, that's average. Wang Limei smiled a little reluctantly.

Zu Jing stood up: "Teacher Wang, I'll prepare, you sit down." ”

In fact, she originally wanted to take another look, but Wang Limei was so unappetizing, so she went to prepare in advance.

This party was directed by Tu Jian, a singer of the song and dance troupe and director of the Performing Arts Center of the Federation of Literary and Art Circles, Lei Siyue's song, he also listened to the whole process, and immediately felt that this is a particularly infectious, rhythmic, lyric, and very ear-catching song: "Lei Siyue's new song is good, she has encountered a good song." ”

"Produced by Lin Haven. On the side, he is also the producer of the Performing Arts Center of the Federation of Literary and Art Circles: "That's why so many people want him to sing a song but can't get it." ”

Tu Jian nodded: "Let's see the effect." ”

On the 22nd of the lunar month, the party opened.

"Good Day" won full applause, and when the leader finally came to the stage to shake hands, he also said a few more words to Lei Siyue, saying that her song is very good, reflecting the joy in the hearts of ordinary people because their lives are getting better and better. It is to truly sing for the people and for the people, and we must continue to work hard and continue to persevere.

Lei Siyue smiled and crooked her mouth.

Wang Limei's face stiffened with a smile.

On the 24th of Layue, Zu Jing and Yun Sisi sang "On the Top of Nadong Mountain" and "I Love You, Snow in Saibei" at the New Year Literary and Art Performance of the whole army.

On the same day, the director team of the CCTV Spring Festival Gala received a small note from the leader: "Please ask the comrades of CCTV to study whether one to three of the songs "Good Day", "On the Top of Nadong Mountain" and "I Love You, Snow in Saibei" can be arranged on the stage of Chinese New Year's Eve, and the excellent songs reflecting the voices of the people and the characteristics of ethnic minorities will be introduced to audiences of all ethnic groups across the country. ”

The CCTV Spring Festival Gala director team headed by Li Shuwei looked at each other.

"What should I do? There are still 5 days left, and the last rehearsal will change the program?"

"It's too late. ”

That's what came down from there. The speaker pointed upward.

Li Shuwei looked like a lawsuit: "Don't say it, I'll go find Yutai." (To be continued.) )