The World Games are a global sporting feast, and the eyes of the world will be on the fast part of China, and no other human activity has received such a high level of attention. Pen, fun, and www.biquge.info

As the chief director of the opening and closing ceremonies of next year's World Games, Wang Jinan's burden is too heavy, and he eats, sleeps, and goes to the toilet every day to think about the details of the opening and closing ceremonies arrangement, and insomnia is a common thing in sleep. It is conceivable that this kind of mental and physical pressure is so great that ordinary people really can't resist it.

There is still a year before the World Games will be held, which sounds like a long year, but since the country has obtained the right to host it in three years, it has begun to prepare, build venues, build infrastructure, and shout propaganda slogans, and one year is really not a long time.

In what form is the opening, make it grand, good-looking, show the style of a great country, and all kinds of programs must conform to the above meaning, and the details of the seven, seven, eight, and eight, such as recruiting volunteers, training, etc., these projects are extremely huge. When you think about it, a year is really not a long time.

Wang Jinan as the helm, everything has to worry about everything, you have to try to be as comprehensive as possible, this time he is here to review the "Tai Chi Performance" program, but it still does not meet his expected requirements, this month has been trying seven or eight tunes, but always can't achieve the results he wants,

"Director Wang, this old Mr. Yan's "Yan Huang" is almost the best in it, why don't you let Mr. Yan change it according to your suggestion?" The person in charge of the Tai Chi performance program frowned slightly and said.

"Is there anyone else you can look for over there?" Wang Jinan didn't answer, but asked rhetorically.

"It's almost gone, it's all killed by Wang Dao."

Wang Jinan scratched his forehead a little nerve-wracked, thinking of a way, it was really brain-consuming.

"Director Wang, if you really want to, just make a song contest, the masters are in the people, there are always capable people, and the radio and television department should also cooperate with us. Besides, there's not much time left for rehearsals. The person in charge of the program thought about it and said.

"Alas, okay, but it's estimated that it's enough, the top songwriters in China have been found, and it is estimated that it is useless to use crowd tactics, first die a horse as a live horse doctor, and time is running out." Wang Jinan thought about a lot of other things, and he was also a little helpless.

A few minutes later, Mr. Wang got in the car and walked out of the school, ready to head to another city gymnasium to see how another show would be rehearsed.

In the car, he took a break from exhaustion and closed his eyes for a while. In this interval of closing his eyes and recuperating, he thought of Ye Chen, he had called for more than a month to ask the other party to compose a song for the Tai Chi performance program, and then there was no news, he was so busy that he was so busy that he forgot about it, so neither side called each other.

Wang Jinan remembered it at this time, if it weren't for the difficulties encountered in the Tai Chi performance, he might not remember this thing now.

So, he took out the phone and dialed Ye Chen, holding the luck psychology of "I'm afraid that the other party has a work" to test it.

The phone rang a few times before it was connected.

On the other side, Ye Chen, who was holding a "bonfire party" in the mountains, left the noisy crowd, walked a few steps outside to a secluded place, and answered the call from Wang Jinan.

"Hey, Director Wang, hello!" Ye Chen thought of something, and greeted with some lack of confidence,

"Mr. Ye, I didn't bother you to be busy!"

"No, no, Director Wang, you called me today, is it for the last time?" Ye Chen's eyes flickered.

"That's right, I'm in trouble with the Tai Chi performance here, and I don't deserve to find a piece composed by someone else, and I'm in a hurry, so now I'm calling and asking if you have any works?" Wang Jinan didn't have any polite words that went around and around, and directly said the situation.

"This....Director Wang, you wait for two or three days, I am improving the thing you said, and I will send it to you for inspection immediately when the work is completed." Ye Chen's eyes rolled, he just paused, and then agreed. He thought about it, he couldn't tell people that I forgot about it, he had a plan in his heart.

Wang Jinan agreed.

Ye Chen, who hung up the phone on the other side, his eyes flickered, and his mind began to brainstorm.

Accompanied by a song performed by Tai Chi? And what?

He pondered.

At the end of the next night, he started Tai Chi by himself, and he tried it himself, and he was really serious enough. Until that night, before going to bed, his eyes lit up.

Pregnant!

On the third day, he instructed the props team to sort out some dubbing equipment, and asked the props team to get some Tai Chi practice clothes.

On the fourth day, he was looking for someone in the crew.

"Who can play the drums?"

"Who can play the flute?"

"Who can play the huqin?"

There are a lot of capable people in the crew, and many of them have been gathered, and then Ye Chen sent a few people to each of them with a score and asked them to practice together after finishing work.

Those people didn't think it was strange in advance, thinking that filming would be used, and later Ye Chen found a martial arts instructor to teach all the male staff in the crew to practice Tai Chi.

This made a group of crew members wonder, men all practice tai chi, do they want to shoot shots of tai chi and send extras?

Later, when the work was finished a few nights, in a large open space outside the camp, one or two dozen crew members were wearing Tai Chi practice uniforms, playing Tai Chi, and those practicing instruments followed the ensemble.

Hey, after practicing this, everyone in the crew found that the music played by the ensemble was particularly majestic, and it made people's blood boil when they listened.

The bigger the man plays Tai Chi with this song, the more energetic he becomes, and his whole body seems to be boiling with blood, and he is about to rush out of his chest, which is surprising and exciting.

"Brother Ye, are you making a background song?" The people in the crew asked curiously, thinking that they were going to match a scene of "Condor" with a unique background song.

"Do a senior a favor and compose music for a program for the World Games, and I'll pull you in to help me rehearse and rehearse."

"The World Games? Mom, it's a big job! ”

"Brother Ye is calling seniors? Which big guy is looking for you? A group of sub-crew members are curious and gossip.

"Wang Jin'an, Wang Dao."

"Ah, the chief director of the World Games...."

Day 7, "Okay, I'll sing the lyrics for this song, you can just follow the rhythm"

……….

In the early morning of the ninth day, the sun was rising, and the mist in the mountains was rising, and the golden light was hazy, and the mist was flying wildly.

"Get up, get up"

"Makeup, makeup"

"Put on your practice clothes"

"Bring your equipment"

A large group of crew members started to get busy from early in the morning, the man put on his makeup and put on his practice clothes, and walked outside the camp with equipment, Ye Chen took the lead.

Some of the actresses in the crew followed the day after tomorrow and watched the excitement.

"I feel that this song composed by Brother Ye for the World Games is going to be popular!"

"This big group of old men have been humming this song in their mouths for the past few days." Several actresses followed behind with a smile on their back.

(PS: I missed the appointment yesterday,,,, sorry, I'm stuck!) (To be continued.) )