Pujiang City, No. 51 Anhe Street.

Jiang Shan, who had just gotten up early in the morning, walked out of the courtyard while pulling the magnolia brand crepe paper in his hand.

"Give."

Chen Peisi behind him took one of them: "Why are you better than me, come a little more." ”

"You bull ass," Jiang Shan handed over a knife of paper in his hand: "Is this enough?" ”

After a while, the two people who had finished their errands walked back trembling again.

In the yard, Jiang He was pumping up his daughter-in-law's bicycle.

Jiang's mother greeted as she walked with a pot of porridge: "Hurry up and have breakfast, don't get cold for a while." ”

The morning of Lao Jiang's house was as busy as ever.

A large family goes to work, goes to school, goes to school.

When Jiang's mother carried the vegetable basket to the market, there were still three people left in the entire hall.

"Second brother," Jiang Shan glanced at Jiang He's kit: "You're going to go out in a while?" ”

The second brother nodded and didn't speak, and only after half a sound: "Just the family planning on the outer wall of the newspaper office." ”

"I almost look at the painting, right?"

"It's done today."

Chen Peisi made half a pot of porridge by herself: "As far as our second brother's craftsmanship is concerned, I don't think it's worse than you." ”

"That's, you don't see whose brother it is," Jiang Shan finished speaking, and took out a note from his pocket:

"Brother, if you have time in the past two days, you go to the Art Publishing House to find an editor-in-chief Pan, they are in urgent need of a painter of villain books now, I recommended you to him."

"......" Jiang He was stunned and looked up at the third child: "Villain calligrapher and painter?" I'm ...... now Can you draw? ”

"Why can't you," Jiang Shan said truthfully: "People with worse skills than you are painting, you must be fine." ”

"Okay," speaking of Jiang He's practice, the days are not short: "Then I'll try it!" ”

After turning around and entering the house, when he came out again, he had already changed into a new cloth.

"You are," Jiang Shan took a bite of the fritter in surprise: "Go right away?" ”

"What's there to wait for," Jiang He had been looking forward to this day for a long time: "I'll go to the publishing house first, and I won't know if I can't go." ”

"Hehe," Jiang Shan smiled: "It's okay, if you don't ask clearly, it is estimated that your family planning work will not be promoted." ”

Jiang He was not nervous at all, and strode out of the door.

After taking a few steps, he poured back again: "Third child, thank you!" ”

Jiang Shan: "Hai! ”

Seeing that the second brother didn't show a happy expression at all, Jiang Shan's face smiled first.

Pujiang's breakfast seemed to suit Chen Peisi's appetite.

"What do you say in a moment?" Chen Peisi stood up and patted her belly: "Do you want to go to the translation factory with me?" ”

"No, I have to go to the unit first, there is a meeting at the newspaper office this morning, and Gutai will also pass by then."

"You're talking about a concert, right?"

"Hmm."

"Then I'll go with you and listen."

"You? Don't have your play today? ”

"Some people have to dub "Cassandra Bridge" in the morning, and it will be our turn in the afternoon!"

Looking at Chen Peisi's expectant eyes, Jiang Shan didn't stop it: "Then ...... Walking. ”

"Let's go!"

……

On the way to the newspaper, Chen Peisi kept talking about the translated films she watched during this time.

Before entering the conference room, I didn't forget to tell Jiangshan a few words: "Let me tell you Jiangshan, the movie "Cassandra Bridge" is good-looking, you must go and watch it when you have time." ”

Jiang Shan nodded as he walked: "I'll go in the afternoon." ”

Seriously, Sophia Loren looked like when she was young, he really can't remember it clearly.

In today's conference room of "Oriental Metropolis Daily", in addition to some of the backbone of the newspaper, two comrades from Pujiang TV Station also participated.

"This," editor-in-chief Jiang Hai spoke first:

"Everyone's time is tight, especially for the two days of "Rising Star Concert".

So I'll make a long story short, yesterday, I and the director of the TV station Gu went to the Wantiguan to finalize the concert venue. ”

After speaking, he and Gu Zhengzheng looked at each other and smiled.

"The comrades of the Wanti Pavilion are very supportive of our work, and after on-the-spot inspection, there are actually 18,000 seats in the Wanti Hall, but considering the viewing angle, the seats that can really be used should be 15,000."

Gu Zhengzheng continued: "The facilities in the venue are among the best in the country, and even the air conditioning and heating have been equipped. ”

"This concert is co-sponsored by Oriental Metropolis Daily and Pujiang TV, and planned by Chunfeng Company," Jiang Hai continued.

"After the tripartite negotiation and decision, the performance time of "New Star Concert" will be scheduled for March 1st and March 2nd, and in the next few days, our newspaper will work with Pujiang TV to promote "New Star Concert" ......."

In the face of the leaders of the two units taking turns to speak, all the staff in the conference room were carefully recording.

At this time, the country is also writing something.

Chen Peisi stretched out her head to take a look: Pujiang Conservatory of Music, Central Song and Dance Troupe, General Political Song and Dance Troupe, Haizheng, Oriental ......

"Why are you writing this?"

"Of course, I invited them to the concert."

"......" Chen Peisi was stunned: "You please?" Can they come? ”

"Of course I can't," Jiang Shan quietly pointed at Gu Zhengzheng: "He's different, the face of Pujiang TV still has to be given." ”

"Oh my God, tickets for this concert aren't on sale yet...... Lose your marbles! ”

"You just understand!"

Looking at the long list of music units written on paper, Chen Peisi realized what kind of level the concert she participated in would be.

This time, I looked at Jiangshan writing and thinking about it, and immediately decided not to bother.

I couldn't help but sigh in my heart, thanks to my participation in the radio drama "Latent", otherwise how could I have the opportunity to participate in such a meaningful event.

……

In the afternoon, two o'clock.

When Zhu Fengbo, Gu Jianfen and Director Chen of the China Singing Society walked into the translation factory on time, Jiang Shan was already waiting at the gate.

"Reporter Jiang, it turns out that you are still an employee of the translation factory?"

Director Chen began to greet Jiangshan from afar, and he was still very particular about his dress.

"I'm just a temporary worker here," Jiang Shan said with a smile, "I only come to the factory when there is a need." ”

How could Director Chen believe his nonsense: "Don't be modest, Teacher Zhu told me that you are actually the translator here." ”

"Xiao Jiang," Zhu Fengbo asked with a smile, "You said you have something good to show us, what is it?" ”

"Yes, Xiao Jiang," Gu Jianfen also asked, "I've been curious all morning." ”

Jiang Shan smiled and led the way in front: "You'll see you in a while." ”

In the viewing hall of the translation factory, all the staff of the small chorus have been assembled.

Li Qinghui, who was sitting in front of the piano, also deliberately put on a new sweater.

When Zhu Fengbo, Gu Jianfen and Director Chen walked in.

The lineup in front of them immediately stunned them.

Especially Director Chen, the expression of surprise was especially obvious.

Even though most of the people I come into contact with on weekdays are celebrities, I have never seen such a scene.

But, before he could ask more.

Teacher Li Qinghui's hands began to press towards the piano.

When a string of familiar preludes sounded, Gu Jianfen was obviously stunned for a moment.

Then, an even more surprising scene appeared.

Liu Xiaoqing, who kept smiling on the stage, sang happily: "Young friends, come to meet today." ”

Ding Jianhua's voice is the most beautiful: "Swing the boat, the warm wind blows gently." ”

Qiao Zhen: "Flowers are fragrant," Qiu Yuefeng: "Birdsong,"

Chen Peisi stretched out her left hand: "Spring is intoxicating." ”

Pan Hong was carried by him and stretched out his right hand: "Singing and laughter are flying around the colorful clouds." ”

"Ah, friends of youth, to whom does the wonderful spring belong,"

Female voice: "Belongs to me,"

Male voice: "It belongs to you,"

All of them: "Belong to our new generation of ...... in the 80s"

After singing a song, the end is clean and neat.

When every actor on the stage looked at the audience with a smile, Gu Jianfen was already moved to tears.

"Thank you...... Thank you,"

Gu Jianfen looked at the smiling faces in front of him tremblingly: "I, Gu Jianfen, bowed to you." ”

When he saw his song singing from the mouths of this group of actors, Gu Jianfen's heart was a mess of excitement.

God knows how many units and how many schools she ran for this song......

"This teacher Gu Jianfen is the composer of "Young Friends Come to Meet",

Jiang Shan's voice always sounded at the most appropriate time: "Let's applaud Teacher Gu, and hope that Teacher Gu can write more beautiful songs for us." ”

There was a round of applause.

Gu Jianfen, who was excited, ran onto the stage and shook hands with every actor to express his gratitude.

Director Chen of this meeting has not yet come out of the previous singing.

"Mr. Zhu," he couldn't believe it, "this is the song you recommended to me in the café that day?" ”

"Isn't this the song," Zhu Fengbo was angry when he mentioned it: "How is it, it sounds good, right?" ”

"That's so nice." Especially when it comes out of the mouths of these people.

"Didn't you look down on it at the time?"

"I'm not...... I didn't hear it all! ”

After Gu Jianfen happily walked off the stage, Director Chen immediately greeted him:

"Mr. Gu, your song "Young Friends Come to Meet" is very good, if you agree, our factory can make a record for this song."

"Don't talk to me about this, I have entrusted all matters of this song to Xiao Jiang, and he is now the ...... of this song" Gu Jianfen thought back: "Agent, yes, it's called an agent." ”

Director Chen's smile was stunned on his face: "Song's agent? What does that mean? ”

"In other words," Gu Jianfen replied seriously: "After "Young Friends Come to Meet", it will be Jiangshan who has the final say. ”

After speaking, Gu Jianfen threw a kind smile to Jiang Shan.

This kid is still reliable, and said that he would let the record club take the initiative to come to her, and he wouldn't come to her immediately.

I ran through most of the songs that Yanjing City didn't put out, and I turned out the flowers in a few days for this kid.

not only let the stars line up to sing, but also made the China Singing Club send an invitation to themselves.

If you write any more songs in the future, you won't have to worry about it, just hand it over to Jiangshan directly!

If you want to say that Director Chen is also an understanding person, he will look at the stage and then look at the audience.

After that, he smiled and walked towards this comrade Jiangshan who brought the "Pacific Ocean" back to life.

"Reporter Jiang," Director Chen handed out a cigarette: "Listen to Mr. Gu, the song "Young Friends Come to Meet...... I'm going to talk to you now? ”

"Hey, I'm just helping Mr. Gu to do publicity," Jiang Shan said lightly: "This song is good, right?" ”

"It's good," Director Chen nodded fiercely: "The tune is cheerful and catchy, and it's really good." ”

"The key is to listen to its lyrics," Jiang Shan emphasized: "What great motherland, how beautiful it should be, how new the sky and the earth are, and who will depend on the miracle it creates, and it depends on our new generation in the 80s." How well written! ”

Director Chen thought to himself, what am I still talking about here: "It's good, then let's talk about the work of recording records." ”

"Don't worry about this first, the key is that you can't make a record of this song, right, you listen to me tell you slowly......"

……

Yanjing City, Dayabao Hutong.

As the teacher's dormitory of the Central Academy of Fine Arts, Dayabao Hutong also has another name, the mansion gate of the Central Academy of Fine Arts.

This three-hall, more than 20-room courtyard house has been inhabited by many people in the art world.

Qi Baishi, Xu Beihong, Li Kuchan, Wu Zuoren, Shen Congwen, Li Keran......

Nowadays, although there is no longer as lively as before, fortunately, there are still Huang Yongyu, Shen Congwen, and Zhang Ding in charge.

At this time in the evening, Huang Yongyu was teasing the cat at his desk.

Suddenly, the phone on the desk rang.

"Hey~"

"Is it Yongyu? Lei Hao, I'm Liangyong! ”

"Hey,"

Huang Yongyu really didn't expect that on this icy and snowy evening, he would hear a greeting from afar.

"Why did you remember to call me?"

Zha Liangyong was also forced by Huang Zhan to have no choice, and after two sentences of the old sentence first, he explained his intentions to the plate.

"Jiangshan," Huang Yongyu didn't hesitate for a second: "The person you are looking for must be Jiangshan." ”

"It turns out that the person in charge of this company is called Jiang Shan," Zha Liangyong wrote down on the paper: "My friend is still a little hesitant, I don't know how much mainland designers know about overseas fast food, especially McDonald's?" Or simply don't understand? ”

Today's Huang Yongyu doesn't know Huang Zhan, and when he heard this, he frowned directly: "Don't make a mistake, don't talk about Xiangjiang as my little friend, I have lived in Dong-Kyoto for a while." ”

"It turns out that Mr. Jiang is your friend," Zha Liangyong thought to himself, "Since that's the case, then it's not a problem." ”

"What's the problem," Huang Yongyu had to set up the score for Jiangshan first: "Do you know how busy people are?" Whether he will take your friend's commission is another matter. ”

"That's why I came to you for help......"

"That'...... Okay," Huang Yongyu said, "I'll help you ask first." ”

For the sake of "The Legend of the Condor Heroes" last time, he decided to help this old friend.

After hanging up the phone, Huang Yongyu pushed the cat off his lap.

"This kid, what kind of two-handed painting advertisement did he shoot, I haven't seen it yet, but outsiders in Renxiangjiang have seen it first."

(End of chapter)