The Military Art Troupe, the national team of the Tang Dynasty's literary and artistic circles, is responsible for all major literary and artistic activities.

There are so many literary and artistic talents in the military art troupe that they can crush most of the entertainment industry if they throw one casually, which can be said to be the façade of Datang in terms of soft power.

Chen Guogong is the head of the military art troupe, and this year is the year of the sixtieth year. Tall and dignified, he has been in the military art troupe for 40 years, and has participated in almost all the top theatrical performances of the Tang Dynasty in the past 40 years, which can be said to be famous.

But Chen Guogong was a little irritable these days.

Since the flood occurred, the military art troupe has been instructed to choreograph the songs, dances, sketches and other programs needed for the whole party with the theme of fighting the flood.

It is not difficult for the military art troupe to arrange evening programs, and many of the latest creations and high-quality programs have passed the review one after another, and are undergoing intense rehearsals.

But what made Chen Guogong anxious was that so many lyricists and composers in the military art troupe couldn't come up with a theme song that satisfied him.

In fact, the works handed in are all of the best, and no one can find fault with them anywhere, but Chen Guogong always feels that there is still something missing, and he is always not completely satisfied.

"What the hell is missing?"

Seeing that the head of the regiment was worried again, the young clerk added some hot water to the teacup and said, "Commander, I think these songs are very good!

"I can't say it for a while!" Chen Guogong took a sip of tea from his teacup and said, "It just doesn't feel right." ”

"Don't think about it if you don't think about it for a while. The little clerk smiled: "Go out for a walk, change your brain, maybe you will figure it out!"

"Hehe, I've educated you as a little guy. "Chen Guogong was very majestic when he was outside, because he represented the face of the Tang Military Art Troupe. But when he was in the group, he was very peaceful, and he also liked to joke with young people, and he was deeply loved by everyone. At this time, after listening to the advice of the little clerk, he got up and said, "Okay, just walk around, maybe you will figure it out." ”

……

Chen Guogong walked around the regiment, looking at the grass and trees here, looking at the members of the regiment who were practicing, raising his hand to cover his eyes and looking at the sun overhead, it was hard to imagine that the sun was shining in the north, but the south was suffering from the ravages of floods.

Datang is too big, and there is no way to do it with diverse climates. It is just that the people who have suffered from the disaster, even if the flood is over, the post-disaster reconstruction will have to make them live a long and difficult life.

There are also soldiers who died heroically fighting the floods......

Thinking of those soldiers who lost their lives at a young age, Chen Guogong was depressed, and he felt more and more that the lyrics and songs handed over were not good enough.

At this moment, a girl who was resting in the shade of a tree after practicing used her mobile phone to click on a video, which was heard by Chen Guogong.

"Who are you, for whom, my comrade-in-arms, when will you return......"

The moment he heard this song, Chen Guogong suddenly had a thrill, and after listening to it, he felt an electric current rushing from the tail vertebrae to the Tianling Gai, and said excitedly: "That's it!"

……

Ma Yinuo slept until it was dark. He slept well this night, stretched out, and felt comfortable all over his body.

"Wake up?" Bai Pujia looked back at him, saw that his hair was like a chicken nest, and chuckled: "Sleep beautifully!"

"It's ok. Ma Yinuo sat up, rubbed his eyes, and asked, "What time is it?"

"It's half past six. Bai Pujia said, "Dinner is hot in the pot! You can take a bath first, eat and then leave." ”

"Hmm. Ma Yinuo nodded, got up and asked, "Is the video uploaded?"

"It's been passed down for a long time. Speaking of this, Bai Pujia smiled brightly and said, "Brother Xiaoma, there is good news and bad news, which one do you want to hear first?"

"You must have thought I was going to hear the bad news first. Ma Yinuo stroked his hair and said, "But I'm not as good as you want, listen to the good news first." ”

Bai Pujia rolled her eyes and said: "The good news is that the MV is popular, and now it has been reposted more than 100,000 times on Weibo alone, with more than 200,000 likes, and a total of more than 3 million hits on the Internet." Brother Xiaoma, your number of fans has also increased from more than 3,000 to more than 100,000, and you are now a little famous. ”

"You're not kidding?" Ma Yinuo walked to the computer in two steps, and his Weibo homepage was on the screen.

Seeing that the top MV of "For Whom" really has more than 100,000 reprints, more than 100,000 comments, more than 200,000 likes, and the number of fans has reached 150,000, a full 50 times higher than the previous 3,000 fans, Ma Yinuo was pleasantly surprised, and at the same time a little puzzled: "Why are the results so good?"

Although in another time and space, "For Whom" has been heard by many Chinese people and won awards, after all, it is a praise-type song, and the popularity is not high. The reason why Ma Yinuo took out this song is only because this song also appeared after the flood in another time and space, which just fits the current situation of this world.

To say that he thought in the first place that this song would cause a huge sensation?

But now, an ode has shown the potential to become popular all over the country......

Are all the people in this world swollen? Are they all so high-quality?

"There's a reason, of course. Bai Pujia squinted and smiled, and said, "If we only rely on our own publicity, how can we have such good results." Let's see who reprints it?"

"Who are they?" he asked, pressing his hand on the mouse and clicking on the reprint page.

When he saw the Weibo names at the top of the reprint page, Ma Yinuo immediately shook his hand, and his liver fluttered carefully.

More than a dozen certified official WeChat names, and some people who can't be named, but have a very large level. Without exception, they are all hooked to the top.

Ma Yinuo fully understood that the emotion was not that the tap water was energetic, but that he was appreciated from above and was stained with it.

Two words suddenly popped up in his mind: The good wind sends me to the clouds with its strength.

Taking a deep breath, calming down, he asked, "What's the bad news?"

"Hehehe. Bai Pujia smiled, a little sly: "You guess." ”

"Guess you're a big-headed ghost. Bai glanced at her: "You don't want to say it, I don't want to hear it yet!"

"Don't!" Bai Pujia instantly knelt on the ground and hugged her thighs: "Your Majesty, give your concubine another chance!"

Ma Yinuo's eyes were hot, and he tugged on his belt: "Then it depends on your performance." ”

Smack-

Ma Yinuo fell to the ground and rolled.

Egg...... Dandan......

……

Ma Yinuo stared at Bai Pujia with a resentful look in his eyes: "What is the bad news?"

With a little smugness on the corner of Bai Pujia's mouth, she snorted lightly and said: "The head of the military art troupe personally sent a private message, asking if we want to join the troupe? When the flood is over, there will be many condolence performances, if we agree, we will be able to have a public meal in the future." ”

Speaking of which, Bai Pujia smiled and said, "When the time comes, you won't be able to spend time with Fluttershy every day, aren't you depressed?"

"......" Ma Yinuo was silent.

Bai Pujia couldn't laugh, thinking that Ma Yinuo would definitely refuse the invitation, but he didn't expect him to be silent.

She didn't understand and asked, "You don't really want to join, do you?"

Ma Yinuo shook his head, looked at her, and asked, "Do you want to join the group?"

"Me?" Seeing his serious expression, Bai Pujia seemed to understand something, a trace of emotion flashed in his eyes, but he shook his head with a smile: "I can't stand the management of the military art troupe, and I still want to be an actor!"

"If you join the group, you can be an actor, and you can play roles in many dramas. Ma Yinuo said: "After two years of joining the group, you can also allocate more than 100 square meters of houses, and one square only needs more than 1,000 yuan, which is the same as picking up for nothing." ”

paused: "In this way, you can settle in the capital, no matter from now or in the future, the advantages of joining the group outweigh the disadvantages." ”

"......" Bai Pujia's eyes drooped, and she turned the ring on her finger, silent.

She understands what Ma Yinuo said. For her, who has the dream of being an actress, if she can get a lot of opportunities to appear in dramas after joining the troupe, it will definitely be good for her future. Maybe she won't make much money in the first few years, but as long as she hones her acting skills, then leaves the group and signs with an entertainment company, her future will be bright.

She knew that she was just a bonus from Ma Yinuo. If Ma Yinuo didn't ask her to sing at first, she wouldn't have gotten the slightest chance to enter the military art troupe. If Ma Yinuo chooses to refuse, she has no possibility of joining the group.

Ma Yinuo thought about her, she was very moved, but she didn't want to embarrass Ma Yinuo. Once Ma Yinuo joins the group, he will often go out. How could it be possible to separate him from Hu Die, who was recovering from him?

But now, Ma Yinuo is shaken for her.

……

Bai Pujia smiled, smiling brightly.

He thumped his chest hard: "You think too much." ”

Ma Yinuo grinned in pain.

Lady, you have so much strength.

Rubbing his chest and asking, "Why am I thinking too much?"

"You don't want to think about it. Bai Pujia smiled and pointed to her foxy face: "If the people of the military art troupe see my face, can they still want me?"

"Uh......"

Ma Yinuo was speechless.

But no, what kind of place is the military art troupe? That's the face of the country. Since it is the face of the country, if you want to join the group, you must first have a refreshing and upright face, and you must not discredit the image of the country.

And the white pampas are ...... Good figure, beautiful and amazingly attractive. But there is a foxy face, and as long as the pair of Danfeng eyes glances at the man, a flagpole can be erected in an instant.

How could the military art troupe let such a person into the troupe.

It is estimated that the head of the military art troupe only listened to Bai Pujia's song and felt that she sang well, so he would send out an invitation by the way, but as long as he saw her, he promised to turn his face and not admit it instantly.

"Understood!" Bai Pujia put away her smile and looked up and sighed softly: "I! ”

"This ...... Whoever dares to look down on you, I will kill him!"

Seeing Ma Yinuo's angry and depressed appearance, Bai Pujia's eyes were like a crescent moon.

Harmful spirits.

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