got out of the car and entered CCTV through special channels. After contacting by phone, they found Chu Mengyao and others, and a group of people discussed countermeasures, but they couldn't come up with any effective solutions.

"If you can't give up, who knew there would be such a thing, but I just want to disappoint the fans who are looking forward to it." Chu Mengyao said helplessly.

As a red sun-level star, the queen Chu Mengyao is highly sought after by fans for her kind character and affinity for others. Through some deeds, Jiang Yan also has a good impression of this girl who is about the same age as himself.

Looking at the helpless expression on the beautiful face of the queen of heaven, Jiang Yan couldn't help but feel compassion.

"Sister Chu, I have a song that feels good, why don't I write it and take a look?" Jiang Yan asked tentatively, "Anyway, there's no other good way now." ”

"Just you?" Before Chu Mengyao could speak, the agent He Jie said sarcastically, "Songwriters are really worthless these days, and a little assistant can write good songs without shame." ”

"Don't jump to conclusions if you don't see it with your own eyes." Jiang Yan replied calmly, "If you haven't read the songs I wrote, how do you know that I can't write them." There are always some people who can't do it themselves, so they think that others can't do it either. ”

"I don't know the small words of the sky and the earth! Who do you think you are? Where do you think this is? This is the stage of the Spring Festival Gala, not just a cat or a dog can go up with a broken song! For Jiang Yan's calmness, He Jie sneered.

"Before I wrote it, you will deny me first, what makes you have such a great sense of superiority, which old man has not walked through the newcomer, if they are like you because they are not famous, so they don't even give a chance to perform, then there will be no newcomer in this entertainment industry!"

For He Jie's contempt, Jiang Yan was no longer angry.

"These sarcastic words, let's talk about it after I take out the work and it is not qualified! Don't slap yourself in the face when you get it! ”

"Sister He, don't quarrel yet. Anyway, there's no better way, let Xiao Jiang write it out and take a look, even if it doesn't work, there's nothing to lose. He Jie's lips moved slightly, and she wanted to say something, seeing that the two of them had an increasingly fierce posture, Chu Mengyao opened her mouth to persuade.

Jiang Yan searched for the song in his memory that was very suitable for Chu Mengyao to sing. Under the suspicion and disapproval of everyone, waiting with the mentality of a dead horse as a live horse doctor, he picked up a pen and paper and began to compose music.

Chu Mengyao, who was on the side, looked at the composition composed by Jiang Yan, and slowly couldn't help but hum softly. With the humming, Chu Mengyao's eyes became brighter and brighter.

This song is very good, and with this kind of evaluation in her heart, Chu Mengyao can't help but have expectations for the song Jiang Yan wants to give her.

Finally, the song was good, and Jiang Yan began to fill in the lyrics.

Every time, he is strong in wandering loneliness

Every time, even if it is very hurt, it does not shed tears

I know I've always had a pair of invisible wings

Take me flying through despair

Looking at these lyrics, Chu Mengyao couldn't help but think in her heart, isn't this exactly what she is, since her debut, she has experienced so much, she has overcome setbacks again and again, overcome difficulties, and come to this day step by step with her dreams.

Thinking about all the things he has done, putting in so much effort, and going through so many setbacks, now, he has finally come to this point and has become one of the few Chiri-level superstars in China. How many ups and downs have there been along the way, haven't you never given up?

Yes, every setback makes me stronger, and difficulties have become stepping stones on the road of my life.

Finally, with his invisible wings, he flew to the highest sky and became the brightest star in the night sky.

I finally saw all my dreams blossom

The young singers of the chase are so loud

I finally soared, staring with my heart and not afraid

Fly as far as you can wherever the wind blows

Invisible wings make dreams last longer than the sky

Leave a wish for yourself to imagine

Looking at the lyrics, Chu Mengyao couldn't help but sing along, those who were not optimistic, and those colleagues who questioned Jiang Yan collectively lost their voices.

This is really a rare good song, and the positive energy it also transmits is also what the Spring Festival Gala needs, just with this song, with this song, even if it is not the queen Chu Mengyao, even if she is a newcomer, she can sing the stage scene of the Spring Festival Gala.

After singing the song, He Jie's face was full of complexity, as Chu Mengyao's agent, she hoped to solve the problems she was facing as soon as possible. As the first person to jump out to question Jiang Yan, she felt her face crackled. Therefore, she was jealous of Jiang Yan in her heart.

I have to say that some people's inferior nature cannot be concealed, Jiang Yan helped her solve the trouble, but she was jealous because of it.

Jiang Yan had no way to understand He Jie's mood at this time, and after the lyrics and music were scored, Jiang Yan handed it to Chu Mengyao: "Sister Chu, do you think this song is okay?" ”

"Xiao Jiang, if I don't know too much about the music industry, I have dealt with all the newcomers and old people in it, and I know that you are my assistant, just rely on your song, if you tell me that you are the best musician in China, I will believe it!" After taking the manuscript, Chu Mengyao said to He Jie, "Hurry up and score the music, take the accompaniment and find the director, I believe that with this song, I will definitely be able to re-appear on the Spring Festival Gala." If this song can't be played, I think there will be no need for the Spring Festival Gala to exist. ”

Chu Mengyao and his party were busy with the soundtrack, and Jiang Yan was suddenly idle again. After all, during the rehearsal of the Spring Festival Gala, Jiang Yan's assistant work was represented by He Jie, who was familiar with the business. Seeing that the time was not early, Jiang Yan went out and took the bus home.

took the key and opened the door, turned on the computer, and Jiang Yan began to check the results of his new song. I don't know if I don't see it, and I'm shocked when I see it. Rao is Jiang Yan knew that his singing was very popular in the original world, but he was still shocked by the achievements made on this day.

Song: "You at the Table"

Lyrics: Jiang Yan

Composer: Jiang Yan

Singing: Jiang Yan

Audition: 494571 times

Downloads: 215476 times

In fact, as a new song, "You at the Same Table" can achieve such results in one day, in addition to the good quality of the song itself, there is also an important reason for the education system in China.

Since its founding, the Chinese Empire has implemented a constitutional monarchy, and after more than 50 years of development, it began to abolish private schools and establish schools. Since elementary school, one man and one woman have shared the table. And how many times have I been at the same table for many years without any emotion? Therefore, once this song was released, many people found resonance.

In addition to the recognition of the song by the public, Jiang Yan will also receive a large amount of download shares, and each account of the music network has a chance to listen to the songs, and if you want to listen to them, you have to download them. And downloading a song costs 0.3 Chinese dollars. Take a 1:1:1 split between websites, songwriters, and singers. That is, every download will bring Jiang Yan a share of 0.2 Chinese coins.

Just as Jiang Yan was happily calculating how much money he could get, his mobile phone rang, and he saw that it was his father calling.

Jiang Yan: "Hey! Father! “

Father Jiang: "Hey! Xiao Yan! Busy? ”

Jiang Yan: "No, I'm resting in the rental house." What's the matter, Dad? ”

Father Jiang: "I'm fine. It's your mother, she misses you. Isn't it a few days before the New Year, and your mother asked me to ask if I came back? ”

Listening to Father Jiang's pretended to be calm but with a faint trembling voice, the expectation revealed in it. Somehow, Jiang Yan felt moved and felt sad at the same time.

Jiang Yan studied broadcasting and hosting at the Central University of Communication and Communication. In order to reduce the burden on his family, Jiang Yan has not returned home since his sophomore year, and stays in the capital to work and earn money every year.

This year is Jiang Yan's first year of graduation, and Jiang Yan hasn't seen his parents and sister for three years.

Listening to his father's expectant voice, Jiang Yan replied firmly: "Dad, I'll go home in two days." Go home for the New Year and see you and my mom. ”

Father Jiang: "Alas, good! We're waiting for you to come back, the phone bill is quite expensive, hang up first. Look at your mother, this old woman, why is your son crying when she comes home? Don't talk about it, hang up. ”

Hanging up the phone and holding the mobile phone, Jiang Yan couldn't calm down for a long time.

Home, what a familiar and distant word. How many years? Every year, I only get a few phone calls to hear about my home. Do you still remember that when I left home, my father's sideburns already had gray hair, and now a few years later, will it be gray? My mother is only in her forties, have the wrinkles on her face increased again?

Now I finally have the qualifications to let them live a good life, for the expectations of their parents, no matter how big the reason, no matter what obstacles, I must go home to spend a reunion with them this year, they have been waiting too long.

I still remember when I was a child, I would be beaten by my father every time I got into trouble, and I also resented him in my heart, until once I was in a fight at school and my father was called to school. When he came back, his father beat him, and he was resentful, and at night he saw his father secretly wiping tears in the yard alone.

I remember when I was in high school, my classmates had mobile phones and asked my father for them, and my father was embarrassed and said that he would buy them for himself in college. I complained that my father was incompetent, and everyone else bought mobile phones for their children, but I didn't have it. I haven't spoken to my father for a long time. At that time, he ignored the gloom in his father's eyes.

When he was admitted to college, the high tuition fee made the family embarrassed, and he listened to his parents secretly discuss at night that he wanted to stop studying, and his father said that he would go to school with peace of mind, even if he smashed the pot and sold iron, he would provide for himself to finish studying.

I still remember that on the day I came to school, my father sent me to school. In the Beijing Railway Station, my father, who was carrying heavy luggage, insisted on taking the stairs to get out of the station, and I pulled my father to the elevator.

The father standing on the elevator looked so uneasy, and when he saw his gaze, the father asked himself in a low voice how much it would cost to take the elevator once. At that moment, there seemed to be warm liquid coming out of his eyes.

At noon that day, my father invited himself to drink for the first time, and it was also the first time he drank alcohol. After settling everything, my father invited myself to lunch before leaving, and the two of them asked for a fish-flavored shredded pork, and my father asked for a bottle of Erguotou for the first time. The father, who had drunk alcohol, walked into the waiting room with his eyes a little red. In his eyes at that time, the majestic figure of his childhood seemed to be staggering at some point. watched his back disappear at the door of the waiting room, turned around and left, and at that moment, tears finally couldn't help but flow.

The scenes of the past replayed in my mind, and when I thought of this, in the crystal tears, I seemed to see the back of my father's washed white but clean clothes.