"It seems to have changed here.,Oh.,Isn't there the name of Masaki written on the back of this??,Could it be Masaki's song?" the other person also saw it.,Said a little strangely.,But when I think about it carefully, I don't think I've sung this song in my memory.。

"Could it be Masaki's new song?" the woman said with a turn of her mind and a possible thought.

And they didn't notice it at the moment, Dong Wei's hand holding the document trembled slightly, after the word Zhengji reached his ears, his mood was no longer calm, when he saw that the name of the performer on the list was indeed Zhengji, he was already excited, Zhengji actually really succeeded, at this last moment finally created a miracle, on the list of the Spring Festival Gala, he looked at the word Zhengji on the list over and over again in disbelief, and couldn't wait to run home now and tell the news to his family, his mood at the moment was like he had given up hope, but suddenly someone told him that he had succeeded。

"It's actually political discipline, I didn't expect it, he is really going to go to the Spring Festival Gala, "Loyal to the Country", what kind of song is this? But being able to go to the Spring Festival Gala must be very unusual, Director Zhou, can you tell us about it?", Dong Wei pretended not to know and asked Zhou Bodao beside him.

"I won't be able to disclose this, but I'll give you a thorough explanation, this song is very good, it can be said to be the most impassioned song I've ever heard, and when it comes to the Spring Festival Gala, I will definitely be able to surprise you", Zhou Bo thought about it and refused.

Everyone was talking here, Dong Wei made an excuse, left the office, found a corner where no one was around, looked around, and dialed Zhengji's mobile phone number.

"Hey, Xiaozheng, where are you?" As soon as the phone was connected, Dong Wei couldn't wait.

"Hello, are you looking for Zhengji? Please wait a moment, he didn't take the mobile phone, I'll call him", a strange and nice female voice came from the earpiece, making Dongwei stunned and nodded mechanically.

"Masaki, your phone," a woman's voice shouted Masaki from a distance on the other end of the phone.

Masaki walked over from the lawn with a smile, followed by a few young children, running around him with a smile, but it was Masaki who stayed in the ward of the sanatorium The impatient Masaki went downstairs and met a few little patients, so they played together, after Song Lao's conversation that day, it was already the second day, and Masaki's body had almost recovered, in fact, he was mainly lacking in mental strength, and after resting, it was naturally no big deal, originally he wanted to leave, but he couldn't bear the doctor's request to let him stay for another day or two to observe, so he had to continue to stay here。

"Who?" asked Masaki as he took the phone from Hu Yu's hand with a smile.

"I don't know, it seems to be a middle-aged man", Hu Yu shook his head and said he didn't know.

"Hey, hello, I'm Masaki," Masaki said, picking up the phone.

"Xiao Zheng, I'm your uncle, Dong Wei, my uncle-in-law will tell you good news now", Dong Wei's jubilant voice came from the other end of the phone.

"Well, uncle, you say"

"Xiaozheng, you can go to the Spring Festival Gala! I just saw a notice that your show has been selected for the Spring Festival Gala, and the time period is still very good," Dong Wei said happily, looking forward to Zhengji's reaction.

"Yes, uncle, thank you so much, or I'm still in the dark," Zhengji's tone didn't seem to be able to hear much joy, at least not as happy as Dong Wei imagined, in fact, when Song Lao and the others went to the TV station to watch their rehearsals, Zhengji guessed this result without leaving ten, no matter who targeted him, Song Lao, these heavyweights appeared, no matter what the identity of the other party was, I am afraid they would have weighed it.

"Why don't you feel very excited? Do you think your uncle-in-law is lying to you? My uncle-in-law told you that the chief director of the Spring Festival Gala came with the program just now, and we have all seen your name on it! This is true!" Dong Wei couldn't help but say it again.

"How can it be? I'm very happy now, uncle, after all, this is my first time going to the Spring Festival Gala," Masaki said pretending to be very excited, he didn't want to ruin his uncle's interest.

"Haha, there is no way out of the real mountains and rivers, the willows and flowers are bright and the village is bright, my uncle-in-law didn't expect such a turn, Xiaozheng, your luck is really good", Dong Wei said with a smile.

Dong Wei, who was on the phone at this moment, didn't notice that at the corner of the corridor, Zhou Bo was looking at him with a shocked face, unaware that he was eavesdropping on other people's conversations, the staff of this cultural bu was actually Zhengji's uncle? Masaki is now a huge stone in his heart, and if he can reconcile with him through his uncle, then he doesn't have to worry about it every day.

Dong Wei hung up the phone, looked around, there was no one, humming a song and walked back to the office, Zhou Bo came out of the corner, looked at his back, and secretly set the tone in his heart.

"Oh, Brother Dong, what's the matter, how proud you are when you go out", a middle-aged woman said jokingly when she saw Dong Wei swaying into the office with a happy face.

"Is there any? generally", Dong Wei touched his face, although he tried his best to endure the joy in his heart, his face was still involuntarily happy.

"Don't pretend, Brother Dong, you can see what you look like now when you look in the mirror, who can't see Brother Dong's current mood", the woman raised her eyebrows, and actually threw a wink at Dong Wei, looking at him charmingly.

Dong Wei looked at her gaze, panicked, he didn't dare to look at him, the woman saw his performance, and laughed wildly, the majesty on his chest trembled, seductive, her attitude was naturally not without purpose, as a widow whose husband had died for many years, she was not young, she knew that it was impossible for a young man, but for a man like Dong Wei, who was similar in age and had a bright future, she naturally had a will, although he had a family, but she still couldn't help flirting with Dong Wei at every opportunity。

Dong Wei silently recited the secret of purifying his heart in his heart, forcibly taking his eyes away from that large area of abundance, he secretly reminded himself in his heart that he is now a family person, not to mention that everything is steaming upward, and the responsibility on his shoulders is also very heavy, and he cannot be tempted by a momentary passion.

Seeing that Dong Wei stopped talking, the pretty widow also knew that her actions just now were a little obvious, her face turned slightly red, and she picked up her teacup and drank water to hide her embarrassment.

Zhou Bo waited until the leaders came back in a hurry, but his face didn't look good, Zhou Bo stepped forward with a smile, and just wanted to speak, Li Junping, the minister of culture who was leading the way, saw him and his eyes lit up, but his face sank, and he said expressionlessly: "It's just that you are here, let's have a meeting together, there is something to be notified", and after speaking, he staggered with him, leaving Zhou Bo at a loss, standing in place at a loss.

Ten minutes later, all the cadres above the cultural bu department level gathered in the conference room, including Zhou Bo, of course. One sentence made Zhou Bo hold back the words that came to his mouth, and he asked a little confused: "If you have any instructions, please ask the leader to correct them."

"Hello comrades, seeing that the Spring Festival is approaching, the work pressure of our cultural bu is getting bigger and bigger, and we have entered the busiest time of the year, but I want to tell you a bad news, today I went to the Central Propaganda BU meeting, and the leader criticized our cultural work by name," Speaking of this, Li Junping glanced at the people in the conference room seriously, all of them were sitting in a precarious position, and it could be seen that their boss was probably in a bad mood today.

"The chief said that there are big problems in our work, comrades, the times are progressing, the motherland is developing, but why is our cultural industry still stagnant and stagnant? How many excellent songs have emerged, how many excellent artists have appeared, but we have chosen to turn a blind eye, take the singer Masaki who has appeared recently, his songs are not good? I don't think so, I believe that most of you here have heard his works from different channels, and they are very good newcomer singers! And I heard that this singer has a lot of positive energy experience, and was even praised on CCTV's news 30, it is such a singer, but we chose to turn a blind eye, of course, similar is not only political discipline, he is just a representative, a typical, I want to say that our cultural industry, when can we really integrate into the masses, just like this year's Spring Festival Gala, the program is monotonous, the actors are single, and the novelty is not enough, how can this make the whole country like it?"

Hearing the appearance of Zhengji's name, two people present were stunned, one was Zhengji's uncle-in-law Dong Wei, and the other was Zhou Bo, he glanced at the document at hand, if he didn't understand at this moment, then he would have been at work for so long, obviously, the minister was reminding himself, on the surface, he wanted to cover up and say an example, but he knew the inside story, he understood, Minister Li almost grabbed his ear and shouted: "Shangzheng Ji!" Yes, I didn't expect it, he was still a step slower, and before his documents arrived at Minister Li, he had already crossed him and acted directly, looking at Minister Li's face, I am afraid that this time I went to the meeting because of political discipline.

Zhou Bo's guess was right, Li Junping was indeed trained by the chief when he went to the meeting, and the reason was precisely the matter of political discipline, a small political discipline, which actually invisibly affected the existence of the two national cultures, who would believe that he had such great energy.

PS: Ah, it's so hot, today is June 21, 2016.