Home field advantage.

It was originally a term used in the world of sports, simply put, to meet the challenge of an alien opponent on its own turf, and usually the side playing at home would have a big advantage.

These advantages come from many conveniences, such as familiarity with the venue, the enthusiastic support of the audience when doing battles, and the mentality of athletes to show themselves in front of acquaintances......

These advantages are very important, from a small game to a war, home advantage can directly affect the outcome of the battle.

And now Gao Jun is sitting on the home field, with a strong motherland behind him, an equally powerful organization, comrades-in-arms who can trust him with life and death, mountains and rivers that he loves deeply, and relatives and friends who he is willing to sacrifice everything to protect.

In such a favorable situation, let alone a few clowns, even if the weapons and equipment were superior to ours back then, and what about the little devils who poured out their nests, they didn't announce their surrender after leaving millions of corpses here.

No power can defeat this great nation that has stood in the world for thousands of years without falling!

However, the spirit is tenacious and the mentality is fearless, but if you want to win, you still have to start with the details.

Gao Jun knew that a new batch of comrades-in-arms had arrived one after another, and now each of them was a separate individual, all of them were dormant, so he didn't take the liberty of contacting anyone, and he wouldn't give any orders for the time being, he needed more and more detailed information.

And there is one person who is the best intelligence officer, and that is Zhong Xin, who has lost his guard.

Her assistant Huang Wei was forced away, and now Zhong Xin should be in the unattended stage, which is the best time.

It was dark just after dinner, it was cold, and the most loving little couple didn't have the heart to come out to suffer from the cold, and the playground was empty.

Gao Jun sneaks up at the Academy of Fine Arts and learns that Zhong Xin is living in her former teacher's dormitory, which also helps her recover her memory.

The dormitory is on the first floor, Gao Jun did not enter the building, but detoured to the window, through the curtains, you can see a beautiful shadow sitting in front of the window, with her hands on her cheeks as if in a daze, but this shadow is so beautiful, it looks more like a little sister who is in love for the first time Miss her brother.

Looking at this picture, combined with Zhong Xin's characteristics, Gao Jun's artistic bacteria suddenly boiled, gently knocked on the window frame, and sang in a low voice: "Second watch, brother, I knocked on the window edge, called Xiao Sister, don't you have to be loud, I opened the door when I got off the ground......"

Suddenly, someone was singing, and naturally surprised the beauty in the room, Zhong Xin got up and opened the curtains, but there was no one in sight.

was curious, the door was suddenly pushed open, only to see Gao Jun walking in with a smile, singing as he walked: "Three watches, brother, I entered the embroidery room, the two of us went to the gum, untied the Xiangluo belt, revealed the fragrance of chrysanthemums, the fine skin and tender meat were handed over to me, taste the taste and fragrance......

"I'm here!" Zhong Xin saw that it was him, listened to this song again, and savored the words, and immediately became furious, and said: "Stinky rascal, where did you get the obscene clichés, get out of here quickly!"

When Gao Jun saw this posture, his face suddenly turned miserable, knowing that she had amnesia again, at this time, good and bad, intermittent memory, too still entangled, if this is a good time, if you wake up the next day and forget, immediately sue you for ......

He smiled bitterly and said, "What's wrong with you, forgetting me and love so quickly? ”

Zhong Xin frowned, as if he had a headache, he rubbed his temples, even so, there was still a kind of Xizi heart-warming beauty, and Gao Jun felt the eccentricity of the creator every time he saw her.

Zhong Xin shook his head and said, "We don't know each other, so I won't ask you out, let alone talking about art, just the yellowed little song you sang just now, do you understand art?"

Gao Jun has never been afraid of women's doubts about him, even contempt and scolding, as long as a woman speaks, she will have a chance, what she is afraid of is silence, and she will drive you away with a dead heart.

So he smiled slightly and said, "You mean to say that this kind of little music can't be considered art?"

"Aren't you just the song of the two of them stealing the sun in the middle of the night, obscene. Zhong Xin said angrily.

"But a few decades ago, this kind of repertoire was popular with the general public, and it was an art form that the people loved to see. Gao Jun suddenly said seriously: "In the old days, these artists set up stalls on the street, this kind of little song, the tune is simple, catchy, and the lyrics are simple and down-to-earth, you say that the lyrics are yellow, but the content is really what everyone has thought about and done."

Moreover, at that time, the artists who sang this kind of repertoire, they faced the audience directly on the street, there was no sound equipment, no tuning studio, no formal accompaniment, and they could not fake sing, relying on their real talent and learning, with excellent singing skills and these popular lyrics, the audience who could sing paid for rewards, may I ask Miss Zhong, this is not art, what is it?"

"This ......" Zhong Xin was a little dumbfounded for a moment, and wanted to refute it, but he couldn't organize the language for a while.

Gao Jun said: "I understand what you mean, in your heart, you think that the elegant Swan Lake is art, the beautiful piano music, and the grand symphony are art, but I think that what the audience thinks is good is art."

You say that the lyrics are yellowed, but that's just a means to attract the audience, isn't it still the case today, all kinds of kisses and gnaws on TV dramas, touches and scratches, and the sheets roll like Japanese blockbusters, so it's not yellowing?

In those pop songs, "Love You", "I Love You", "I Really Love You", "I Really Love You", "I Really Love You", "I Really Love You", ...... Every sentence has affection and love, don't you just want to use the most simple emotions of human beings to attract attention.

And what is the 'chrysanthemum remnant, people break their intestines', there is a specific picture description!"

"You ......" Zhong Xin's eyes widened and she was about to turn her face.

Gao Jun's smile became brighter and brighter: "Miss Zhong, don't be excited, I know you are a dancer, then I also want to ask you, when you dance Swan Lake, I can understand the white ballet skirt, which symbolizes the white pure swan, but why is the skirt so short and fluffy, and the design does not look like a swan in my opinion, but more like fried chicken."

Wearing that kind of dance dress, both thighs are almost exposed, and the audience in the first row of the audience is almost all men.

I know that you have to say that it is to reflect the physical beauty of the dancer, so I can also say that since it is to embody beauty, it is to use beauty to please the audience, and this time it goes back to what I just said, what the audience likes is art. ”

"You ......" This is the third you Zhong Xin said, this time the mood is much calmer, and he is even more speechless.

"There is no good or bad right or wrong in art itself, the difference is only that the artists themselves classify themselves, they all think that they are the best, others are vulgar and dirty, in fact, it doesn't have to be like this, because the audience is different, even if the audience is in the same theater, some people come to see the beauty of ballet, and some people just come to see the thighs, you can't deny this, right?

And art is meant to be figured out, just like the song I just sang, it embodies the late-night tryst between men and women, pleasing each other, that is the call of the heart, the dedication of love, the exchange of souls, and the collision of the flesh...... In fact, I think this is the same as the essence of Swan Lake, the princess was turned into a swan by the demon, the prince killed the demon, and the princess who turned back into human form fell in love with each other, and when combined, they will inevitably have soul communication and physical collision......"

"You bull fork!" Zhong Xin finally said a sentence after holding back for a long time, if he didn't accept it, Gao Jun told the follow-up 'hidden ending' of Swan Lake.

Gao Jun was always laughing just now, a little bit of a strong son's quibble, but at this time he became serious: "It's not that I'm a bull, but it's true, there is no high or low in art, it's just that people divide art into three, six, nine and so on, especially those so-called artists, they always feel that what they approve is art, and the others are all low-class."

In fact, all over the world, all artists, whether they are superstars or emperor superstars, whether they are called by others or themselves, they are nothing more than two words 'artist'.

The so-called 'home' refers to people who have outstanding achievements, special contributions, unique insights and innovations in a certain field, and who are self-contained, self-contained, self-contained, and self-contained.

With all due respect, among the artists in my dynasty, there are only a handful of artists who can be called 'home', and these real artists have never paid attention to their own art and will not criticize others, which is everyone's demeanor.

On the contrary, some villains, who are not good at their own business, have been given the title of so-called artists by relying on some works that praise merit and virtue, and are sloppy, jumping up and down, in a vain attempt to guide the country and lead the trend, which is really ridiculous.

In fact, if it is more popular than social contribution, how many people can compare to Kurai, Ozawa, and Hatano sensei?"

Speaking of this, Zhong Xin's face actually appeared with a smile, just like a plum blossom with snow hanging outside the window, delicate and gorgeous, she took the initiative to stand up, poured a glass of water for Gao Jun, and then asked softly: "You won't come to me to sell Japanese CDs, right?"

Gao Jun was instantly dumbfounded, this girl is too damaged, in a word, he brought back the bunch of words he just said.

However, Gao Jun naturally didn't care, but smiled and said: "My plates are all treasured and never sold out, if you have them, you can lend them to me to watch, and then we will discuss the art contained in them together." ”

Zhong Xin couldn't help it, his face turned red, and said, "You bastard, don't talk nonsense, if you have anything serious, hurry up, otherwise I'm afraid I'll forget you again in a while!"

Gao Jun was shocked, and looked at Zhong Xin's state carefully, sitting there with a tall posture, with a hint of shyness and anger in his smile, bright and beautiful.

Gao Jun was surprised: "How are you? Do you remember who I am? Remember about us? No, I haven't kissed you yet, why do you remember?"