The deck was wet at the moment, with rain and seawater, and the moisture from the pavement made Ye Chen feel uncomfortable for a while. Pen | fun | pavilion www. ｂｉｑｕｇｅ。 ｉｎｆｏ

The wind was still blowing, the rain was still falling, and the dark night sky seemed like a bottomless pit that enveloped the lonely supply ship.

The crew of the ship were busy on the deck, as if they were checking something, but these Ye Chen didn't understand, although he had gone to sea on a boat, but what he did was fishing,

"This comrade, go back, or I will be told by the captain."

Fan Jiahe ran out of the cabin, looked at Ye Chen standing on the deck, and looked worried, this writer of culture, if he is frightened by the waves, then he will be guilty.

Ye Chen glanced at Fan's river: "It's nothing, you see that the wind has become smaller, when we went fishing, we encountered that bad weather, it was better than this and unlucky, a wave of four or five meters directly hit our fishing boat, besides, we are a fishing boat, you are a warship, some are better?" ”

Ye Chen didn't stay outside for long, after all, Fan Jiahe had been following him there, and that was not a way, so he returned to the cabin.

Ye Chen took out his notebook and walked directly to Wang Xuefeng and them.

At this moment, Su Aiguo was introducing the situation of the island garrison to Wang Xuefeng, Zhao Yun, Fan Xueyin and others, as well as some related matters of the performance, when he saw Ye Chen coming over, he said: "Comrade Ye Chen, you are here, what is the matter?" ”

Wang Xuefeng also said: "You kid, go outside for a turn, don't have a good rest, is there anything wrong?" ”

Ye Chen took his notebook and said: "Chiefs, I just wrote a song and wanted to give Captain Zhao a look, I thought about using this song to see off our sailors after we arrived at our destination." ”

Fan Xueyin looked at Ye Chen with a look of disbelief and said, "Comrade Ye Chen, what are you making trouble at this time, hurry up and rest, we are discussing business here." ”

Zhao Yun waved his hand and said with a smile: "There is a new song, show me, see who in the singing team is more suitable for singing this song, if the writing is not good, I want to criticize you." ”

Wang Xuefeng looked at Ye Chen with a stinky face and said: "Why don't you write a few more scripts, "On the Coast Line" After watching the performance this time, after you go back, you must write me a book every month, otherwise, you will be a traitor." ”

Traitor!

Ye Chen was stunned for a moment, and Wang Xuefeng would also be jealous of his feelings, so he scratched his head and said: "That Wang Tuan, what are you doing to me in my head, writing a book in January, isn't that a genius?" ”

Wang Xuefeng smiled and said: "Is it a genius, let's just comment a few times, and bring your new song." ”

Wang Xuefeng turned out that Ye Chen's notebook looked at the four big characters written on it: Song of the Sailors!

"The sea breeze is blowing, blowing the black streamers. The waves kissed, kissed the blue shawl. ”

Wang Xuefeng read the lyrics and glanced at Ye Chen and said: "Drink, boy, you guy would still write such literary lyrics, I thought you would write a revolutionary song like "The Big Knife Cuts Off the Heads of the Devils", but I didn't expect to have this hand." ”

Zhao Yun heard that Wang Xuefeng seemed to be very satisfied with Ye Chen's song, so he smiled and asked for a look at the notebook, and his eyes lit up and said: "Xiaochen, yes, this song is very suitable for Gan Jing to sing, and the high-pitched singing method can highlight the characteristics of this song." ”

Ye Chen looked at Zhao Yun and said, "Captain Zhao, I also feel that it is very appropriate for Sister Gan Jing to sing this song with a soprano, but is her body a little inappropriate now?" ”

Zhao Yun smiled and said: "Wait a minute, I'll talk to Gan Jing, he hasn't had a new song for a long time, this song you wrote this time is really good, you see, Team Wang, transfer Xiaochen to my side, I will ask him to sing, lay the foundation, the future may not be another generation of singers!" ”

Wang Xuefeng said with a smile: "Okay, you Zhao Yun, now you actually came to fight my idea, I still thought that after I retired in two years, I would hand over the work of the repertory troupe to him, you are good now, you directly asked me to come here, why did you go in the first place." ”

Su Aiguo was on the side, and he also looked at the two of them with a smile, he already knew the ins and outs of Ye Chen before, and he also knew very well about the deeds of being rushed over when he first arrived at the art troupe.

If Ye Chen's talent is just hearsay, but the lyrics written with a ballpoint pen and brand-new notes I saw today knew that it had just been created.

"Yes, young man, since I heard your poem in the morning, I knew that there must be a lot of ink in your boy's stomach, but I couldn't imagine that in the blink of an eye, you would create a poem that is very worthy of singing, and it is very appropriate for the occasion."

Fan Xueyin didn't see the lyrics, his face was depressed, is this Ye Chen as good as they say?

"Let me see, is it as good as you say?"

Zhao Yun glanced at Fan Xueyin and said, "You are a dancer, what songs do you know, I'll go to Gan Jing and see how he is doing now?" ”

Zhao Yun directly took Ye Chen's notebook to Gan Jing's cabin, and looked at Ye Chen's notes as he walked, his face was full of admiration, this kid not only wrote the lyrics well, but also wrote the ligatures so well.

Ye Chen saw that Zhao Yun had taken his notebook away, and his steps were still fast, and he wanted to get the notebook back, and it was too late to give her the song alone.

Just when Su Aiguo was exchanging the artistic conception of the lyrics with Ye Chen, Zhao Yun looked at Ye Chen with a smile on his face and said: "Okay, you boy, in addition to the song "Song of the Sailors", you actually wrote a song "Night of the Military Port", although that song is not suitable for Gan Jing to sing, but it is suitable for Siyan's voice!" ”

Ye Chen knew that this notebook had been taken away, and there must be no good fruit to eat, and it had only been a long time before it was discovered.

The notebook that Ye Chen uses now was used by him to write the follow-up plot outline of "The Big Knife Cuts Off the Heads of the Devils" in his spare time, and it was temporarily used to write the lyrics.

This poem "Night at the Military Port" was written when he was in the guest house of the Eastern Guangdong Military Region, and as for the "Song of the Sailor" just now, it was written not long ago when he leaned on the cabin of the ship.

Su Aiguo was shocked, isn't this kid really a veritable genius, he glanced at the notebook handed over by Zhao Yun, glanced at the lyrics on it, patted his thigh and said: "Wonderful, if this song uses a singing method similar to recitation, with the characteristics of halal, simple, soft and pleasant, then the value of this song is not limited to this, it is promising!" ”

But Fan Xueyin said: "Soldiers should be vigilant, how can you write songs that make soldiers sleep, isn't this lowering the image of our troops?" I don't feel good about this song. ”

Fan Xueyin's words really stunned everyone, even Ye Chen suddenly felt that this place was out of place, but this song is indeed all the rage, and it is coquettish!

In the end, Su Aiguo waved his hand and said: "What Captain Su said is a bit too much, as the sons of the people and the country, we must always be vigilant and ready to show up for the people and the country at any time, but our soldier is not an iron man after all, he also needs to rest, and he also has his own life, why must we retain the heroic side of our soldiers, and not describe their daily life, so I am very satisfied with this song, if you don't like it, transfer it to me, I will let my niece sing it!" ”

Su Aiguo's niece is the famous Su Jin of the Warrior Art Troupe, the number one person in the song and dance team.

Zhao Yun heard this, how is this possible, he himself favors this song, how can he let it be handed over to others in vain.