In that villa in the provincial capital, the middle-aged couple was dumbfounded, looking at their daughter with wide eyes and disbelief. Pen × fun × Pavilion www. ｂｉｑｕｇｅ。 info If there is no reminder from their daughter, if it weren't for their daughter's nagging since the morning today, and the most dazzling national style, they don't say that they won't pay attention to who the lyrics and composers are, but they see the name "Xiaoyan" appear on the TV screen, they won't care too much, at most they just laugh, and feel that their daughter's name is the same as the composer's name.

Although the name Xiaoyan is a bit niche, there are definitely many people with the same name in the country, they will never believe that this is their daughter, and they will never believe that their daughter can make a song that can be honored on the Spring Festival Gala.

However, with Yao Xiaoyan's day's foreshadowing, especially when she knew in advance Zhou Yan's stage order in the Spring Festival Gala, this is something that ordinary people can't inquire about, which makes them have to believe that the "Xiaoyan" on the screen is the "Xiaoyan" in their daughter's name, and this composer is their daughter!

They were stunned!

I just want to shout a few times in my heart to express my joy and pride.

Parents are almost the same all over the world, and their children are happier when they achieve more than they do on their own.

noticed that the people who wrote the lyrics and composed the music were also two people in the living room of Guo Qiulan, the owner of Tianhua Auto Repair Factory: Meng Wentian and Guo Qiulan.

The two of them looked at each other again in tacit understanding, but neither spoke.

And others, including Cao Meng and Zhou Xiaogang, didn't pay attention to this, they just saw the word "Wentian", and didn't associate these two words with Meng Wentian's name, let alone think that he was the author of the song.

Cao Meng sneered: "Zhou Yan sings new songs? Is there still less new songs he sings? Which of the new songs in the past two years is not rubbish? This one must also be rubbish." Huh—"

Suddenly she froze as the melody of the song came from the TV speakers. The melody was so beautiful that she was immediately intrigued.

Cao Meng is like this, so are the audience in the studio hall, and the same is true for hundreds of millions of viewers in front of TV sets across the country. Everyone held their breath and listened to this beautiful melody.

At this time, the suave Zhou Yan led the charming and youthful Yuan Hui from the backstage. The two did not speak, but simply shook their hands at the audience and the camera lens.

As soon as the prelude ended, Yuan Hui picked up the microphone and sang:

The end of the world is my love,

The flowers are blooming at the foot of the green hills,

What kind of rhythm is the most achievous and most rocking,

What kind of singing is the most cheerful.

Then, Zhou Yan also picked up the microphone and sang:

The crooked river comes from heaven,

Flowing to the sea of purple and red,

The ballad is what we look forward to

……

The audience in the studio hall opened their mouths wide, their eyes widened, and they looked at Zhou Yan and Yuan Hui in a daze!

Hundreds of millions of viewers in front of the TV stand up from their couches or chairs and look at the screen in amazement!

Many viewers who disdained to listen to Zhou Yan's singing plucked their ears; many people who were doing things, preparing the Chinese New Year's Eve dinner or cleaning up the Chinese New Year's Eve dinner table, stopped moving and slowly walked towards the TV.

It wasn't until the TV speaker played and Zhou Yan and Yuan Hui took a break that everyone still spoke.

Cao Meng's gaze swept across the TV screen for a while, looked at Guo Qiulan for a while, and asked, "Is this...... This is Zhou Yan...... Is this his new song......? This also ...... It's really good, it's super good!"

Zhou Xiaogang hurriedly put down the wine glass he had been holding in his hand, and said in surprise: "This song is really exciting! I had to jump with it just now, it's so dynamic!"

The scene in the living room was repeated in countless families across the country, and the most talked about was nothing more than "It's so good!", "Impossible? Why did Zhou Yan sing so well?", "Who is this woman? I didn't even see her name just now." "It's so catchy, I can sing a few lines now. ”

In the Yao family's villa in the provincial capital, Yao Xiaoyan's mother asked in surprise: "Xiaoyan, did you really make this song?"

Yao Xiaoyan felt weak in her heart for a while, but she still nodded and said, "I'm really involved." …… Mom, doesn't it sound good?"

The mother hugged her daughter and said happily, "Daughter, you are amazing! It's really good, it's so good, I've never heard such a beautiful song." How can you create such a good song?"

Yao Xiaoyan said embarrassedly: "Actually, I just participated in it, and most, most of it was created by him." Speaking of this, her little face flushed, revealing a hint of girlish shyness, but then she said, "Dad, Mom, you have to keep it a secret for us, and you can't say that we created it outside." He signed a confidentiality agreement with Zhou Yan's company. ”

The mother didn't notice her daughter's shyness, because her delicate little face was always red today. He casually asked, "Who is he?" the teacher at that school, and how did he put your name first?...... If it is made public, his fame will be great, and there will be many people looking for him to write songs, and the price will be much higher. Secrecy will only be good for the company that signed a contract with your teacher, and it will not be good for your teacher. ”

In fact, Yao Xiaoyan herself also had this confusion, thinking that since Meng Wentian was short of money and still went to work in an auto repair factory, why didn't he make a name for himself? With fame, his song "A Fire in Winter" could not be sold for more money, which was much better than working in an auto repair shop.

However, thinking of the sharing contract he signed with Tianji Media, she faintly felt that Meng Wentian's approach was right and unexpected. Before, like Shu Yi, she felt that Meng Wentian signed the album with Tianji Media with a sales base of 1 million, which was really stupid, and she simply pushed away her own remuneration.

But now she is beginning to suspect that if Zhou Yan releases a single album with this song, or releases an ordinary album with it as the main song, its sales may really reach one million, maybe it can really exceed some, or it may be much better than selling out the copyright for tens of thousands of yuan at one time.

Because Zhou Yan and Yuan Hui started singing again, Yao Xiaoyan's mother was immediately immersed in this song and couldn't extricate herself, not paying attention to her daughter's not answering her question, let alone her daughter thinking.

Only Yao Xiaoyan's father glanced at his daughter a little strangely, a trace of solemnity and melancholy flashed in his eyes, and even a trace of anger, but he didn't say anything.

Yao Xiaoyan naturally didn't know about her father's psychological changes, at this time her mood was like a clear sky, a trace of white clouds floating under the blue sky, and in the vast land, there were blooming flowers everywhere, and among the flowers were beautiful butterflies dancing and birds with crisp calls......

No matter how good "The Most Dazzling National Style" is, it is only a song for a few minutes, and it is quickly sung. This was followed by a lively dance, with a group of beautiful girls jumping happily.

Meng Wentian didn't have much interest in these, he took the initiative to pour drinks or drinks for himself and others, and then raised his juice glass and said, "Come, let's raise a glass!" I wish us more success and luck in the coming year!"

Guo Qiulan was the first to respond, raised her juice glass, and shouted, "Cheers! I wish us more luck in the coming year!"