At the entrance of Jingxi Hotel, several cars stopped, the doors opened, and many people came down one after another, not young, each carrying a small bag to enter the door in turn.

Then they were taken to a room for rehearsals for the performance, which was brightly lit, and there were tables and chairs, musical instruments, and soldiers.

Everyone sat down quietly, and they were very worried in their hearts, the atmosphere in the capital was so tense during this time, and then these people who were engaged in literature and art received an urgent task so suddenly, and they were taken to such a place in western Beijing by car, and they didn't dare to talk much in the car.

Looking at it again, they are all doing concert music.

The National Day is coming, what is the important composing task of the central government? Isn't there a conference here these days?

And on this tabletop, there is a thick white cloth, and there is not even a teacup, which is not like a meeting, there is no smoke.

Everyone rubbed their hands lightly and looked here, and their hearts were already beating the rhythm, it must be composing!

There were people standing guard outside the door, and there was movement.

A military officer walked in, saluted the group, and held a register full of resumes and photographs.

"Now by name, Comrade Liu Chi?"

"Here!" someone raised his hand.

The officer looked at the old man below and nodded his head in respect, this person has written many good songs such as "My Motherland" and "Let's Swing the Sculls".

"Comrade Shi Guangnan?"

"To"

Every time the director named a name, he looked at it carefully for a while, and many times, everyone sang a song for decades, and they didn't know that it was actually from such a person.

"Comrade Lei Zhenbang?"

"To"

Everyone here today knows each other, and they have participated in meetings together and cooperated to discuss and exchange.

"Comrade Fu Gengchen"

"To"

"Comrade Gu Jianfen"

"Here!"

The secretary looked at her very seriously, the only female comrade, there are so few female composers in our country!

"Comrade Xu Jingqing"

"Here!"

......

The first batch of 20 composers drawn from various central literary and artistic units are all here, although not all of them, but some of them either live in other places or have insufficient qualifications.

The officer looked at everyone, nodded, and gestured, and soon someone came up with a stack of books two feet high.

The twenty composers were already sitting upright, and now they all looked at that place, which should be the content of the great task, what the hell is it.

Placed on the table, the officer pressed his hand: "This is a collection of musical melodies, please try to choose the right melody from it to make a song." ”

After he finished speaking, someone helped distribute it to everyone, and one person gave a copy first.

"There was only one set, fifty volumes in all. ”

A group of composers looked surprised, they had no concept at all, there is such a thing in this world, what have we missed in this life?

"Comrade, what is our mission?" asked Liu Chi.

"It's about learning to compose music with this. Liu Zhuoshi replied warmly, and he led someone to make ten copies of the manuscript in the evening, and the original and one copy were packed and taken back.

Then it was bound separately and bound into a book, and eight copies were sent to the chief, and the other was in front of him.

Of course, this stuff is precious, and the preparation before work is like having surgery.

Liu Chi pressed a copy in his hand, quickly opened it first, and his eyelids jumped when he saw it, and there were dense music symbols on it.

Fortunately, we were given magnifying glasses to everyone right away.

"It's all melody.... Hmm..."Shi Guangnan muttered and began to hum softly, nodding incessantly.

"That's good!" someone over there immediately shouted.

"It's really good!"

After just turning a few pages, everyone knew that this thing was of great value.

If words have dictionaries, strokes are the basis of words, and words constitute sentences and chapters without numbers, then this is a music dictionary in front of us.

Musical notes are equivalent to strokes, and in these booklets, a bar, a combination of chords and melodies is like a collection of idioms, proverbs, punch lines, and verses.

Each short section can be repeated with a beginning and an end to form a beautiful and beautiful song.

There are styles that feel like you've never been touched before.

Who made this up?

Is it impossible for the state to make up this thing without calling itself and coming from abroad?

There's no time to think about it.

Everyone has pulled out their pens, taken out their notebooks, and began to quickly extract the melody from it, and began to compose.

With so many melodies, how many good tunes can be created? There are so many melodies? This booklet is priceless.

Good music is also a good thing, but with this reference book, then... Everyone was excited and hairy, and they only felt that there was an electric sensation inside and outside their bodies.

What makes this so simple?

Liu Zhuoshi looked at everyone, and a word came to his mind: hungry and thirsty.

"What about words?" someone seemed to say.

"yes, why don't you call some lyricists? ”

Liu Zhuoshi smiled: "This is another arrangement." By the way, when everyone is thirsty, they drink water on the side, and there is one over there. You can't bring things over, and don't bring them over there. ”

Everyone looked at it, but they didn't care, and no one got up to drink water, and if it wetted the music, it would be a great sin.

Gently, someone moved in the thick cardboard box, and stacks of paper were placed on the table.

"You can use this, write a poem and sign it. ”

"Why, who is going to compete for the most songs?" someone asked with a smile.

Liu Zhuoshi smiled: "It's okay, if everyone is tired..."

"Not tired!"

"When we are tired, we will arrange a room to rest, we must rest, all the comrades here are the first batch, and there will be others to participate tomorrow. ”

......

On the first quarter of the moon, hanging in the sky, the air carries the fragrance of osmanthus, the bluestone slab is tinged with a faint coolness, a street of bamboo beds, someone is lying on the bed to shake the pu fan for the child.

Some of the open courtyards were crowded with people, and the sound of televisions could be heard in the crowd.

Zhang Wushen silently led the two of them forward and lowered his mouth.

The door of one shop was closed, and the light was shining through the cracks in the old wooden door.

Woohoo!

"Lao Jiu, open the door!"

Zhang Wushen unceremoniously knocked on the door with his fist.

The door creaked open, and the old man looked at Zhang Wushen impatiently: "What are you doing?"

"I'm looking for something for you. ”

Wang Dali walked over unhurriedly, holding a bag in his hand, and in the distance, Lin Wanma and another scout dressed in plain clothes, standing in the dark, looking around casually.

Today, Liu Ju received a small task from above, to check whether a person is an enemy.

Lin Minliang, known as Lao Jiu, worked as a teacher, and now runs a small shop by himself, and likes to repair old things.

"Come in. Lao Jiu answered lukewarmly, turned away.

Wang Dali followed behind Zhang Wushen.

After Lao Jiu turned to the counter, he sat down and looked at Wang Dali, and did not speak.

Wang Dali put the bag on the table, opened it, and took out a cloth bag and put it on the table.

Lao Jiushou gestured.

Zhang Wushen said to Wang Dali: "You have to open it yourself." ”

Wang Dali sighed, untied the cloth, revealing a teacup broken into four or five pieces, and said with a smile: "The unit is careless, and it is broken, see if you can make up for it." ”

Lao Jiu pinched up a piece, looked at it, and didn't care: "The things of the unit, this is not expensive, and it is not worth a few dollars to buy another one." ”

"Leading. ”

"If you make up for the leader, you don't know that you have fallen?"

"If the craftsmanship is good, the leader will not mind, this is a souvenir of the meeting. Lao Zhang said that you can't make up for it?"

Lao Jiu impatiently took out a bottle of glue and a small box of porcelain powder from the drawer, skillfully took the fragments and mended them, and after a while, they were glued and set aside.

"Wait three minutes. ”

Wang Dali looked at the glue: "That's good?"

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