"Guys, am I saying something wrong?"

Su Mo noticed that the atmosphere was not quite right, so he asked. Pen ~ fun ~ pavilion www.biquge.info

Chief director Hu Lai coughed lightly: "Ahem, Su Wenzong, do you mean you want to complete the soundtrack task?" ”

"Yes," Su Mo once again reiterated his opinion.

Hu Lai turned his head to the pigtailed middle-aged man opposite Su Mo and asked, "Mr. Huang, what do you mean?" ”

This Mr. Huang's name is Huang You, he is a famous musician and composer, and the soundtracks of many domestic movies and large-scale galas are written by him, so he feels insulted by Hu Lai's inquiry, because the song has already been set, and now Hu Lai's inquiry proves that he wants to give Su Mo a chance, otherwise this issue does not need to be discussed at all.

So Huang You leaned forward, pushed his brown glasses with his hand, and said with a smile: "Only composers who can write symphonies can be called musicians, Su Wenzong, I don't deny that your tunes are well written, but it's pop music, this kind of large-scale soundtrack, hehe, Director Hu, you better make up your own mind, if you don't like contemptible tunes, it's okay, I'll quit"

Don't look at Huang You's speech, it's a bit upside down, but everyone here understands what he means, writing this kind of large-scale symphony, Su Mo, a hairy boy, can't do it, if Director Hu is still shaking, Lao Tzu will quit.

Hu Lai hurriedly smiled: "Mr. Huang, you are a master of domestic soundtracks, who dares to look down on you, isn't this just a discussion, don't think about it, everything is for art, Su Wenzong, I think we ......"

Su Mo stopped Hu Lai's words, he didn't want to look back, it would be too embarrassing to take it back by himself if he said it, secondly, it was easier to carry it with Huang You than with Zhou Zhao and Zhao Baixian, and thirdly, Su Mo felt that his song was more awesome.

"Director Hu, it seems that Master Huang has completed the task of soundtrack, but I also happened to have a sudden inspiration, I think so, why don't I write a tune on the spot and correct Master Huang, the senior in the soundtrack?"

Without waiting for Hu Lai to reply, Huang You on the opposite side smiled and said, "Okay! As a senior in the industry, it is appropriate to guide you."

"This, this, this" Hu Lai was a little hesitant on the surface, but his heart was mixed, the joy was that in fact, Hu Lai was not 100% satisfied with the song submitted by Huang You, but there was no other better work so he agreed, but now he has killed a talented Su Wenzong who will never disappoint with his talent, is it another classic work? The worry is that if Su Mo can't write too good works, then everyone will be embarrassed.

Su Mo didn't know what Hu Lai was thinking, but he waved his big hand: "Bring a pen and paper!" ”

The staff on the side hurriedly walked two steps and brought the pen and paper to Su Mo, and then everyone saw a magical scene, Su Wenzong took the pen and paper, and wrote directly, without adding points, and completed a large tune at a very high speed.

"Please advise!"

Su Mo pushed the manuscript over, Huang You seemed to snort coldly, and then slowly picked up the manuscript to check it.

Huang Yougang looked at it, habitually raised his right hand to compare the ups and downs of the melody, his lips moved slightly, suddenly, his eyes tightened, and his hands lifted the manuscript parallel to his head, covering his face, everyone was a little confused, is this song that Su Mo waved on the spot good or not?

Although Huang You's expression was blocked by the paper, anyone with a discerning eye could see that his hands seemed to tremble a little, and those who could see Huang You's side face saw him constantly gritting his teeth, and his face was inexplicable.

Ten minutes.

Huang You put down the paper, and everyone immediately stared at his face, but saw a face that was not waved.

"Mr. Huang......"

Before Hu Lai's words fell, Huang You spoke: "Director Hu, I am unwell and want to go home for a few days to recuperate, so I will leave first."

After speaking, Huang You ignored everyone's surprised gazes, stood up and left the venue.

The meaning conveyed by Huang You's strange words and actions is very clear, and he is ashamed of the tune written by Su Mo! So I gave myself a step down, and Lao Tzu did not participate in this task.

Hu Lai's eyes lit up suddenly, staring at the few blank pieces of paper on the table!

…………

No one expected that the next day, Hu Lai suddenly announced an important decision: the part that was originally scheduled to be recited by celebrities from all walks of life was gone, that is to say, the finale of the charity gala was the symphony written by Su Mo!

One stone stirred up a thousand waves, although the outside world did not know the situation of the party, but the people who knew the inside story were indeed surprised, and finally only heard one news: the original poem recitation must have been wanted, but that night Hu Lai summoned the orchestra to play the music written by Su Mo, he was silent, and the decision was announced the next day.

What kind of classic work did Su Mo write that made Hu Lai think that something else was superfluous at all?

On the other side, Su Mo just nodded flatly when he received the news, and then his phone rang.

"Hey, Brother Hua, are you looking for me?"

"Xiaomo, come to my brother, I have something to ask you" Liu Hua's serious voice came from the other end of the phone.

…………

On June 27, CCTV's "Love Without Borders" charity gala was officially opened.

He Yunzhi, a music professor at a university, walked into the studio with his lover's daughter, and the space of Nuoda was already filled with thousands of people, and in front of the TV, hundreds of millions of viewers across the country were seated.

The party was attended by leaders at all levels, celebrities and business representatives from all walks of life, as well as thousands of ordinary audiences.

The hosts are the famous CCTV hosts Zhu You and Dong Shi, different from the usual festive party hosts, tonight's Zhu You and Dong Shi are both dressed in serious black clothes, and their expressions are also very solemn.

"Hello everyone in front of the TV and in the audience, I'm ......"

The host on the stage was opening, and the audience had already got the program list, and after He Yunzhi glanced at it, he was suddenly surprised.

Because tonight's program is too simple, although it is a solemn charity gala to raise funds for the disaster area, there will be no dance comedy or anything like that, but only one program is too much.

That's right, just five hours before the start of the broadcast, the chief director Hulai cut two more songs, and as a result, there was only one program left in the entire party, and the large symphony played "Dawn".

"Dawn"?

Since there is only this show left, it must be very brilliant, which domestic composer should be the handiwork, He Yunzhi's mind flashed the names of several people, and as a result, when he looked at the list, he almost blurted out: "What!" ”

"Large-scale symphonic choral performance "Dawn"

Conductor: Su Mo

Composer: Su Mo

Chorus: Chorus of the Chinese Liberation Army

Performance: Military Band of the Three Armed Forces of the Chinese Liberation Army

How is this possible?!

What kind of arduous and great honor should this be, which will be enjoyed exclusively by Su Mo? Of course, this young man He Yunzhi has heard of it, and no one denies that he has extremely high attainments and achievements in literature and songwriting, but large-scale symphonies are completely different from pop songs, how can they be handed over to a young man who has never produced similar works to complete, and let him serve as the conductor himself, alas! This kid will!

But the facts tell He Yunzhi that since CCTV chose Su Mo, Su Mo's works and abilities must have been recognized.

"Mom, Dad! Am I mistaken, is this Su Mo my Royal Highness?! ”

On the side, her daughter He Xiangxiang's eyes widened and asked incredulously.

(To be continued)