"I don't know much about this, but I just have these ancient books. Pen | fun | pavilion www. ｂｉｑｕｇｅ。 info" Su Huai shook his head lightly and said:

"Chen Daqi has already decided to participate in the 'Chinese Good Poetry', Monk Gu, if you are afraid of offending people, quit as soon as possible. ”

He knew that this monk Gu had a strange personality, if you beg him, he will put on a show, you ridicule him, he wants to follow you, so he deliberately provokes him.

Monk Gu really laughed and said: "No, no~ Originally, I didn't want to engage in this kind of TV show with you, but I heard that I was embarrassed by the Yanjing Federation of Literary and Art Circles, as the predecessor of the Jinling Federation of Literary and Art Circles, I still have to take care of this matter, don't worry, this Chen Daqi's level is only a little higher than me, as long as I play well on the spot, I may not lose to him, of course, the premise is that Ruan Ming and Wang Lei's two old wooden lumps, don't make trouble for my old Gu." ”

As he spoke, he looked at Ruan Ming and Wang Lei, who were talking next to him.

Su Huai shook his head and said, "Don't be so troublesome, if you are willing to participate, Monk Gu, you just need to arrange the music for me, I am ready for the poems."

This time, the final is a lottery question, and although there are dozens of alternative questions in total, you can't create them one by one, but it's always good to prepare some in advance.

Monk Gu pouted, and said disapprerovingly: "Fei Ye, Fei Ye~~ It's okay to write military songs at your level, ordinary audiences don't like that kind of hard songs, you still have to have a melody, you listen to me~"

Saying that, Monk Gu hummed a little song of his own: "It's boring to eat enough~ Young wine~ It's all dry and not drunk~ Sad heart~ Even the flowers are heartbroken~ Time and space are staggered~ I can't stay~Ah~~ Why are you crying secretly~~"

Zhang Min was slightly surprised when he listened, although this Gu monk was open-mouthed, but his creative strength was very good, this song is adapted from the "Tomorrow's Poem" by the Japanese Zen monk Masai Masahiro, this lyrics and music style is free and easy, very distinctive, and it is not lost to this Chen Daqi's works too much.

Zhang Min thought of it again and asked, "Master Gu, this "Song of Tomorrow" can't be broadcast on the show, right? I'm afraid we don't have the copyright." ”

This is on the TV show, the poems adapted from the poems, although the lyrics and songs are original, but they must also be authorized by the original poet author, Chen Daqi is a person from Edinburgh College, and there is a way to get the authorization of European poetry.

But their small production team doesn't have the way to get the poetry authorization of the great monk of Japanese Zen Buddhism.

Monk Gu said with a smile: "Don't worry, my Nanputuo Temple is a subordinate of Zen Buddhism, and there is a way to get authorization." He had already thought of that.

Zhang Min was overjoyed, but Su Huai said calmly: "Okay, this "Song of Tomorrow" should be one of the alternatives." ”

"One of them?" Monk Gu raised his eyebrows when he heard this, and said with a smile: "Xiao Su, are you still going to let me write a few songs?

While they were talking, I heard Qiu Shuzhen say anxiously: "What's the matter, the time has passed, why haven't the teachers of the Conservatory of Music come yet?" Xiao Wu, didn't you inform them?"

"I called the Conservatory last night, and they confirmed?" said the secretary, Xiao Wu.

Is it deliberately putting on a show? Su Huai frowned slightly, but he didn't care, anyway, he didn't count on external forces, as long as there was Monk Gu to arrange the music, he alone would be enough.

When everyone was about to enter the recording studio, they saw four people coming in at the door, the two old couples in their 70s at the front, the woman was tall and burly, with a wide nose and a wide face, while the opposite of the man was petite, with small nose and small eyes, and his facial features were crowded together, which looked very interesting.

They were followed by two young men, like their assistants.

Ruan Ming and Wang Lei were all surprised when they saw these two old men, and hurriedly went over and asked in a low voice, "Teacher Zhou, Mrs. Zhou, why are you here?" "Aren't you already retired? ”

The burly old woman smiled gently: "If the superior leader wants us to participate in this work, it can't be postponed. "The voice is unusually gentle and good, completely different from her rugged appearance.

But the petite old man's voice was as loud as a gong, and he said loudly: "The leaders of the Central Youth League Committee are all old and confused, let's help a young man write poems and songs, it's ridiculous." ”

Su Huai saw that the old couple was very interesting, and asked Zhang Min quietly, "Who is this couple?"

Zhang Min said with reverence on his face: "This is Academician Zhou Peiyuan and Zheng Can in the Conservatory of Music, although they are not well known to the outside world, they are the founders of our Chinese music, if it is not for Chen Daqi's return to China, Academician Zhou and his wife will probably be the only two people who enjoy the national music allowance......

Su Huai said in his heart, this member Jia was sincere, and he brought out the old-timers at the bottom of the box at once, and hurriedly stepped forward to shake hands with the two old men.

"Teacher Xiao Su, you look really handsome. Although Mrs. Zhou looked fierce, she was very kind, and she apologized: "We delayed on the road for a while, so you have to wait for a long time." ”

Academician Zhou, who was short and had an unusually big temper, scolded with a disapproving face: "We are so old, what's wrong with making them wait?

Su Huaixin said, this little old man is a Taishan Beidou-level figure in the Chinese music industry, although he is short, his heart is very tall, and then he thinks about the old man in his group, he can't help but laugh secretly, is this short person so hot-tempered?

"Now that we're here, let's get started. Su Huai invited Academician Zhou to have a recording room with Ruan Ming, Wang Lei, and Monk Gu, each of whom had musical instruments, and everyone stood in front of the instruments they were used to.

Su Huai didn't know that it was reasonable for Academician Zhou to be unhappy, he had worked hard in the Chinese music industry for decades, although he was well-known in the industry, but he was not well known to ordinary people, and recently, the media were hyping Su Huai as the "representative of the Chinese music industry", which made the old man very uncomfortable.

This time, Jia of the Central Youth League Committee asked them to help this young man, which made him feel a little embarrassed.

However, their husband and wife are highly respected, and they are also old party members, and no matter how unhappy they are in the organization and arrangement, they will not accept it, and the work arranged by the Youth League Committee will do their best to complete it.

"Su Huai, right, the ugly words are ahead, this time you are representing our Youth League Committee, you must not be ashamed, so we came to help you, not my old man is willing. Academician Zhou glanced at Su Huai and said with a big grin:

"Chen Daqi's level of lyrics and music is about the same as ours, but they have a large number of strong poetry and music players in the Yanjing Federation of Literary and Art Circles, and they will definitely produce a large number of candidate tracks, and we can only do our best. ”

Whoever does more alternative songs before the game will naturally have a greater advantage, and to put it bluntly, the final is comparable to the overall strength of each behind-the-scenes team.