"Little junior sister, you, you, you, you, you, you're hanging!"

When Yin Yi won the award, Xu Guangxi-hee was squatting in the crew watching the live broadcast.

Yin Yi won the Best Newcomer Award, which was expected.

Xu Guangxi didn't expect her to PK the popular singer Xu Guangxi, the strength queen Huang Xinying, and crossed the mountains and seas to win the Golden Melody Award that countless singers yearn for!

The point is that the season of wind is still created by Yin Yi.

"It's only been half a year, you have won three awards in a row, let me, a little actor who has debuted for ten years, how can the little actor who won the award duck egg live, is it open, is it, is it."

Yin Yi held the trophy and said with a smile: "Senior brother will win the actor one day, senior brother is the best!" ”

"Then we'll have to wait until the Year of the Monkey." Xu Guangxi sourly, "I've been waiting for ten years. ”

During this period, Xu Guangxi was not without a chance to reach the top.

But I always took a breath of relief.

His best result was being nominated for Best Actor in the A category of the International Film Festival.

It's a pity that Xu Guangxi competed with the three mountains of the showbiz back then, and he lost.

"Little junior sister." Xu Guangxi rubbed his hands and said expectantly: "A big blessing." ”

I don't know why, since getting acquainted with Yin Yi, he, a materialist, has become more and more feudal and superstitious.

To be precise, it is the superstitious Yin Yi.

What actors care about most is another masterpiece, Xu Guangxi has no shortage of masterpieces, he lacks a weighty award to stand on.

Yin Yi comprehended: "I wish my senior brother two in three years, and I will be soft when I win the prize, and I will count the money until my hand cramps." ”

"It's so sweet with a small mouth." Xu Guangxi said happily: "Congratulations to the little junior sister for returning with a full load, finally having a masterpiece, the senior brother is a cheesy person, so I will send a red envelope to celebrate the little junior sister winning the grand prize." ”

As soon as the voice fell, Yin Yi received a super red envelope of 120,000 credits.

Yin Yi was also not polite, and directly subordinated, "Thank you, senior brother." ”

Xu Guangxi thought of the bronze wine bottle that Feng Jue bought with 500 million credits, and his heart blossomed.

He wanted to give Yin Yi some benefits, but found that Yin Yi could make more money than him, so he used part of the money in Yin Yi's name for charity, which was more meaningful than anything else.

The news of Yin Yi's award exploded on the online platform.

I like it, I think Yin Yishi deserves it.

If you don't like it, you are clamoring for the jury to give the reason why Yin Yi won the Golden Melody Award by beating the two mountains.

The jury didn't say a word, and it was the season to sing when the reporter was interviewing.

The reporter hummed along to the melody.

Kong Xuan, the chairman of the jury, said with a smile: "That's why. ”

Cantonese is a small language, or a small language that has been lost for a long time.

When the melody sounds, everyone can open their mouths and hum two sentences, which is enough to prove that this song is well-deserved to become a golden song.

When Kong Xuan commented on the windy season, he specifically mentioned the significance of this song to the Federation.

It has aroused many people's interest in learning Cantonese and paying attention to traditional culture.

A song can boost morale, bring positive energy to people, and make people pay attention to another niche culture, people's livelihood, economy, etc., and it has completed its mission.

Gu Yaoyang and Huang Xinying's songs are out of the circle, and they are good.

And that's all.

That's why the winds are so strong in the season.

The video of the interview was circulated online.

Those who questioned Yin Yi looked at the introduction of Cantonese in their hands, and the era when the language system flourished in the compulsory course of human history came to mind.

War has destroyed human civilization, and many stories have turned from yesterday's memories into ancient legends.

There are more than 7,000 languages, and in the end only two official languages remain.

Cantonese, Sichuanese, Northeastern, Hunanese, Beijing, and other languages are only spoken by a small number of people who study language history.

These are the treasures left by the ancestors, but they have become history in the process of fleeing.

Reflections, currents, triggered by the season of the wind, awaken memories in everyone's minds.

The day after the awards, the windy season was covered by hundreds of media outlets at the same time.

I don't know if someone did it on purpose.

When all the media broadcast Yin Yi's award, they carried private goods and used language to guide people to learn and explore those interesting dialects in the Chinese language system.

In addition to entertainment media, Yoon's songs also made federal news.

The government propaganda machine is in full swing, and the languages that have been sealed in the dust for thousands of years are reappearing in front of the public.

Let three billion people feel the wisdom of their ancestors, actively consult and learn cultural treasures.

As Kong Xuan said, the significance of the song The Season of the Wind is not that it is out of the circle and how many people can sing it, but in the deep thinking, which is the belief of a musician.

When Yin Yi's song spread all over the streets, she was sitting on the way to the crew.

The music festival is a musical event for singers and the focus of attention in the entertainment industry.

As the director of martial arts films, Director Feng keenly smelled this retro trend, and he called Zhang Yuan overnight and asked Yin Yi to shoot a promotional MV on the spot and record the theme song again.

The era when martial arts films are the most magnificent and Hong Kong films are prevalent.

Although it is an ancient thing, the charm of music is that no matter how young you are, a classic is a classic.

After listening to the windy season, Director Feng hurriedly found information, and then found that in ancient times, singing martial arts songs in Cantonese was more immersive than Mandarin.

Then the federal government promoted the ancient dialect, and Director Feng decided to let Yin Yi sing the theme song in Cantonese.

There are only a handful of people in the entire entertainment industry who can sing Cantonese songs.

Kong Xuan was busy with affairs and had no time.

Yin Yi is not a candidate.

When she arrived at the filming site, Yin Yi found that Ding Yilin was also there, she looked at the music director and said, "Senior Ding also came to try the Cantonese theme song?" ”

The music director frowned and said, "Singing the theme song of the movie is a serious matter, and it is impossible to give it to two people." ”

"And who is she?"

"How?" When Ding Yilin saw Yin Yi, she said with a gun and a stick between her words: "I can't sing the theme song, and I can't sing the promotion song?" ”

The thorny words pierced Yin Yi's ear, piercing her eardrums, and before she could speak, she heard Zhang Yuan say: "Be precise, you can't sing." ”

Ding Yilin said angrily: "It's just Cantonese, who wouldn't?" ”

Zhang Yuan smiled and said, "You won't." ”

Ding Yilin's virtue is far from clear.

She is high-profile, flamboyant, and has a violent temper that blows up at the slightest bit.

Ding Yilin's throat was choked, and she was angry, she stared at Yin Yi deadly, not daring to look at Zhang Yuan.

Yin Yi smiled evilly: "I will~"

"Bang!"

Ding Yilin couldn't stand this grievance, so she dropped the things on the table and turned around and left.

The music director said coldly: "Miss Ding, you're going to record." ”

Ding Yilin trembled with anger and said openly: "Don't record it!" ”

The music director thought for a moment and said, "Okay, let's go." ”

Ding Yilin, who was angry, was just Shuikou, but she didn't think about it, and the music director climbed down the pole and directly asked her to get out.

Ding Yilin's face turned pale, and she turned to the recording studio.

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