More than four minutes later, after the performance, all three of them seemed to have been immobilized.

Wang Xueyao silently adjusted her breath, and it took a while for the three of them to come back to their senses.

"Niece Sun, you are really kung fu, right? It's amazing, Wang Chenglin's kid actually gave birth to such an outstanding daughter!" Mr. Wang sighed.

On the ground, a faint blade of grass formed a Taiji diagram appeared at Wang Xueyao's feet, as long as he was not too blind, he could see it, it was spontaneously formed in the process of Wang Xueyao playing Taiji.

Feng Yicun frowned, and said: "Miss Wang, I have to say that your set of Taijiquan should be very powerful, just like what Wang Lao said is real kung fu; although it has nothing to do with politics in terms of concept, it can stand on the side of inheriting culture; however, I am afraid that this effect will not be revealed on the stage, and if special effects are used, Taijiquan is not interesting." ”

"The stage effect is not good, I understand......" Wang Xueyao nodded thoughtfully.

"Yes, after all, we still need to take into account the stage effect, the Spring Festival Gala is a program for audiences all over the country. Feng Yicun nodded.

Wang Xueyao took out a small button from the collar, pressed it and said: "Butler, you find me a mop and a rope that can tie the mop and a bucket of ink, I am on the No. 1 lawn, I want to use the mop as a brush to draw on the ground." ”

After finishing speaking, Wang Xueyao put the collar back and said: "Wait for the things prepared for me by the housekeeper, Director Feng, you will see the effect, now I will sing the two songs I am going to give you to Director Feng, who sings it, that is something you have to ponder, but the copyright is still mine, and the songwriter's name can only be mine." One song is called "Always Go Home to See" and the other is called "Where Has Time Gone". ”

Wang Xueyao closed her eyes, recalled, and began to sing......

As time passed, Alice arrived with a large human-tall brush and a large bucket full of ink, and did not know where the large brush in her hand, which looked to be inlaid with gold and silver, came from.

After singing two songs in a row, Mr. Wang stroked his beard and smiled, but his eyes were full of tears, Liu Shaohua blinked his eyes, his eyes were already moist, Feng Yicun nodded solemnly, and his face was twitching.

"How's it going?" Wang Xueyao opened her eyes and asked.

These two songs are also one of the few songs that Wang Xueyao can remember, because she had no love from her parents in her previous life, and she had no home to go back to, let alone go home often, so she remembered it deeply.

"I don't have to say, these two songs will definitely be on the Spring Festival Gala, I promise you, Miss Wang, unless they dismiss me, the chief director......" Feng Yicun gritted his teeth and said.

The other two didn't speak, but they thought it was true, if such a thing couldn't be on the Spring Festival Gala, then they might be bombarded.

"That's good, wait a while Director Feng left me your email address, I will make a small sample and accompaniment of these two songs and pass it to you, how to use it depends on Director Feng, the requirements are similar to what I and Chairman Liu said, but there is no part about profit sharing!" Wang Xueyao said seriously.

"No problem!" Feng Yicun nodded solemnly.

"Hey, butler, where did you find such a strange pen?" Wang Xueyao said in surprise.

"It was given to the master by a foreign friend, and the meaning of the representative was a write-off, and later the master threw the pen into the utility room. Alice said solemnly.

Wang Xueyao understood in seconds, nodded and said, "Then let's go, go to the small square......"

In the small square, the neat bluestone level is not bad, extremely clean, Alice and the four of them stand on the edge, Wang Xueyao lifted the brush that felt light and the ink bucket that was slightly heavy and came to the other edge.

Holding her breath, Wang Xueyao suddenly moved......

"Whirring ......"

The huge brush was waved, combined according to the steps of Tai Chi, stained with ink, and soon a five-meter-sized 'Wu' character was written on the ground.

The font iron painting silver hook, although it is not very good-looking, but there is a sense of killing in it, and there seems to be a feeling of 'straight backbone' in it.

It can be said that although Wang Xueyao's writing of this character is not very good from the perspective of calligraphy, from the perspective of the meaning of the word 'wu' itself, it can be said that it is written with deep essence.

Especially with the pace of Tai Chi, the movement is elegant and sharp, which can be described as a pen walking dragon.

"Good!" Mr. Wang yelled abruptly.

His shout directly broke the artistic conception.

"It's a pity ......," Feng Yicun said almost at the same time.

In an instant, everyone's eyes were locked on Feng Yicun.

Feng Yicun's neck shrunk and he sneered: "What, I want to say, it would be better if I could write this character vertically, of course, I know that it is impossible, people can't stand sideways, if you wear some special shoes and it's inconvenient to move......"

Wang Xueyao was thoughtful and said lightly: "I will work hard, maybe I can really write vertically when the time comes, does Director Feng think this show is okay?"

"Of course you can, you can! Miss Wang is really a genius, and she will directly make such a scene, if it is perfected after a certain period of time, it will definitely be better! The word martial arts has a long history and represents far-reaching, and there is nothing to find fault with in terms of artistic conception or theme, but I hope Miss Wang can think more about the effect, after all, this is an impetuous society. ”

When it comes to this, it is obvious that Feng Yicun has entered the role of director of the Spring Festival Gala.

"No problem, when the Chinese New Year is approaching, I will definitely come up with a version that satisfies Director Feng!" Wang Xueyao nodded.

"It's good to say, I should thank Miss Wang, this trip is really not in vain, if you add the song for whom, the Spring Festival Gala took about 20 minutes to be chartered by Miss Wang, you have relieved me of a lot of pressure! Feng Yicun said solemnly.

"Well, I understand, the accompaniment and sample will be given to you as soon as possible!" Wang Xueyao nodded seriously.

The Spring Festival Gala is indeed a stage that Wang Xueyao wants to go up to.

By then, a semester has passed, and when I went to school, who is a friend and who is a passer-by Wang Xueyao believes that she almost understands, and even if she becomes famous because of the Spring Festival Gala, it will be nothing.

She was just afraid that she would be famous before she went to school, and all she would encounter in school would be trouble, and she wouldn't even know who was really about herself, so there was no point in going to school at that time.

The system may be able to figure out some favorability values and other settings, Wang Xueyao thought of it, but she was not ready to rely on the system.

The human heart is the most complicated, and what favorability locking is definitely either too costly, or it may not be possible to do it at all, and that kind of life has no meaning, and seeing other people's favorability towards you at any time is like knowing when you will die, and it is not a good experience.