"Li, this piece of yours seems to be very sad, does it have any special meaning?"

In the lounge, some relevant TV reporters began to interview Li Jinglin.

Outside the door, Matsuichi Takai clenched his fists and was about to be angry.

These media were found by themselves, and originally, they should be the protagonists.

But now, they all went to interview Li Jinglin first!

Still, it's not a big problem.

If you want to use Li Jinglin's name to expand your influence in the music industry, this patience is necessary.

"Of course."

Li Jinglin smiled slightly.

"In 1937, the land of China fell into war, and hundreds of people were displaced, this song is to describe the people in the hell on earth, the hearts are like ashes, nostalgic for the beautiful hometown of the year."

"Hiss"

The journalists were numb.

Shocked, you look at me, I look at you.

Thinking of the war back then, he is a fool and knows both sides of the war.

Think again about the nationality of Li Jinglin and Matsuichi Takai.

Big news!

"Matsuichi and I are very good friends, so don't think about it."

Li Jinglin seemed to realize something, and quickly explained with a smile.

"As an artist, we should transcend our own limitations, stand in the perspective of the beautiful morals and ideas that human beings have, to sing the praises of the world, to reflect on mistakes, to admit history, and. Contribute to the cause of true peace. ”

"No matter how much I say, it's very pale, I think, you can go and ask Song Yisang's opinion in person, he is outside the door."

Hearing this, the reporters looked at each other, and their eyes lit up.

That's right!

When I first performed.

It was Matsuichi Takai himself who said that he liked this piece very much and was very moved by it.

That seems to be true.

Matsuichi Takai is an artist with high morals!

With that in mind.

The reporters suddenly came alive.

Oppose war, face up to history, reflect on mistakes, and shake hands in modern times, become brothers, and work together to celebrate peace.

Isn't this the best news in the literature and art section?

It became very important to get the first-hand interview materials of Matsuichi Takai.

So, at that moment, these reporters stood up.

I turned around and came to the door.

Surrounded Takai Matsu.

Li Jinglin couldn't run again, so he interviewed Matsuichi Hirata first, and then the two of them interviewed together, in the same frame.

Isn't that better?

"Mr. Tian Jing, did you arrange this piece performed by Li Jinglin?"

"To express your opinion?"

The reporters kept asking questions.

In the eyes of these reporters, the repertoire that Li Jinglin can play in your concert is something you should know and allow.

This question.

Even if Matsuichi Takai didn't answer.

Most of the reporters present also knew what to expect.

But.

Matsuichi Takai, who was a little overwhelmed, was stupid when these questions came.

Outside the door, Matsuichi Takai overheard all the conversations inside.

The face is green.

Rao is Tian Jing Songyi thought about countless kinds of "Li Jinglin's tricks that he may play to himself".

But I never expected it.

He'll do this for himself!

Takai Matsuichi was bitter.

Who can know this!

Li Jinglin wiped his side, I'll take my head to interrogate?!

"Mr. Tawai, what do you think of the war?"

A reporter from a Chinese literary journal was a little distrustful.

So, he was the first to ask.

"What do you think?"

Matsu Takai's face flushed.

He didn't want to answer, but he had to answer, and the standard answer Takai Matsuichi knew, but he was 10,000 percent reluctant to say those words out of his mouth.

You know, different ideas, different perspectives, different cultures.

will cause a difference in cognition.

Without substituting the other party's perspective, it is difficult to accurately get the other party's pain points.

As the ancients said.

His honey, your arsenic.

Just like Li Jinglin and Matsuichi Takai.

If Li Jinglin condemns and is angry, then Tian Jing Songyi doesn't care what he says, but his heart is happy, because, for him, this is glory and glory.

But Li Jinglin made such a play, which may seem lethal.

But for fanatics like Matsuichi Takai, it's really lore.

I just feel that my crotch is full of yellow mud, and it's not, it's.

This has to be changed to the war period, and someone has done it like this.

You have to cut your belly to prove it.

"Mr. Matsuichi Takai? Can you answer that? ”

The Chinese reporter pushed his glasses.

His eyes narrowed slightly.

sent out Li Jinglin's divine assist, which was amazed again and again.

"Me"

Facing the sharp eyes of reporters.

Matsuichi Takai felt a burst of suffocation.

His face was flushed.

Even the eye sockets are slightly moist.

Bearing a great sense of shame and guilt.

Gritted his teeth and spoke.

"Yes, I think. That war"

"It's sinful!"

Speaking of which.

Tian Jing's heart was about to break.

Gritted his silver teeth and bowed heavily.

As if trying to hide his already grief-stricken eyes.

"I'm so sorry!"

There's no way, it's really no way.

If, here to express your true inner thoughts.

Then, what awaits me will be the joint ban of artists from all over the world.

This is because it violates the basic interests of all mankind and negates the world order established since World War II.

"Bang bang bang!"

The reporters applauded in admiration.

Tian Jing's face was flushed, and everyone only thought that he might be ashamed, and this gritted teeth and grieved eyes seemed to show his shame against that group of beasts and his shame about his identity.

Sure enough, Matsuichi Takai is really a great anti-war noble artist!

It takes a lot of courage to admit and apologize for historical mistakes.

"Matsuichi Takai has the good qualities of an artist."

"Yes, it is not so simple to summon up the courage to face the historical legacy of our ancestors."

"It's really the brilliance of humanity and morality that blooms in art."

"Matsuichi Takai deserves to be called the light of art,"

The reporters applauded thunderously.

Continuous.

Looking at Matsuichi Takai's eyes, they were full of recognition.

And such recognition, such applause, in the eyes of Matsuichi Takai, is the greatest shame that is rare once in a century.

Li Jinglin!

Damn Li Jinglin!

He actually played such a trick!

Keep your head up.

Tian Jing Song looked at Li Jinglin with red eyes.

suppressed the violent rolling in his heart and held back a few words.

"Li Lijun, thank you!"

"It's okay, Songichi."

Li Jinglin took two steps.

In the eyes of the reporters, there seemed to be a halo behind Li Jinglin, like holy light and Buddha light.

He shook Takai Songichi's hand and said kindly.

"You are an artist with a sense of justice, and I believe in you."

The reporters around him kept taking pictures.

The lights of the camera and the camera are flickering.

The "friendship" between the two was faithfully recorded.

Inexplicable.

Three hammers and two hammers.

Matsuichi Takai's position on the rule of the country was reversed at once, as if it had been directly forcibly plated with a wave of red by something.

The devil knows what Matsuichi Takai experienced in this short night.

"Mr. Li Jinglin, do you have any comment on Mr. Matsuichi Takai's performance?"

Because Li Jinglin had a vague rhythm before.

The topic of the interview was all the way to the crooked.

Now, someone finally remembered the matter.

Matsuichi Takai suddenly looked up.

Where did the good people come from!

Can. Li Jinglin does not allow this interview to crooked building!

"It is precisely because I admire Songichi's works and personality very much that I have such a good relationship with him, and I think that the world literary and artistic circles need such excellent artists with morality, conscience, and technology."

Li Jinglin smiled slightly.

Drag Takai Matsuichi to the moral high ground again and roast it on the fire of holy light.

Not to mention that Matsuichi Takai is a right-winger, even if he is a true saint, I am afraid he will have to drink a pot.

"My evaluation of Songichi's performance this time, that is. Perfect! ”

"He has a very subtle personal style and I have a lot of faith in his future!"

Perfect, perfect.

Must be recognized.

If there is no cooperation of Song Yisan.

How is it possible to operate so smoothly?

Since you want to use me to increase your influence.

Then, be sure to be prepared to be lifted high by me.

Holding!

Just hold it!

If you praise it, not only don't you want money, but you don't even want to die!

Or, you will follow the route I laid for you, pretend to be the person you once hated the most, and then be condemned and tortured in the unevenness of your beliefs and words and deeds.

Or, the higher you stand, the worse you fall!

Whichever one you choose, Matsuichi Tanai.

There is only one winner in the end.

It's me!!

"Songichi, next time, my concert, I will definitely invite you."

Li Jinglin smiled.

It's just a casual remark.

Be polite in front of reporters.

"Okay! Li Jun, I'm definitely here! ”

Li Jinglin could see it.

The deep hatred and firmness in the depths of Takai Song's eyes.

Now Li Jinglin is even happier.

"It's easy to say, it's sure to be, it's going to be next time."

Hearty response.

I took a look at my watch.

The reporters' interviews are almost over.

"It's not too early."

Li Jinglin leaned down to Takai Songichi's ear, patted Tajing Songichi's shoulder, smiled, and whispered in his ear.

"I'll go first, Song Yisan, I'm looking forward to our next meeting."

Takai clenched his fists and gasped heavily.

The mentality is completely bursting.

And it turned out.

Li Jinglin, he will not have kindness to himself at all.

I won't help me increase my influence for no reason.

looked at Li Jinglin's distant figure.

Matsu Takai's liver trembled.

It got its wish.

He did give himself a boost.

The assistant was successful, the show was successful.

Moreover, it can indeed help you improve the topic of the industry and expand your influence.

His behavior did not have a bad impact on his future.

Obviously, it's a smooth road.

can be yourself.

But I couldn't be happy at all.

Takai Matsuichi stiffened his face and coped with the reporter, answering like a machine.

When you're done, head back to the locker room.

Matsuichi Takai was silent for a long time.

Until Jay also leaves.

When you are left alone in the lounge.

Finally I couldn't hold it anymore.

Bang!!

A punch slammed into the table, knocking over the bottles and cans on the table, making a ding-dong sound.

Gasping violently, roaring in his throat like a beast.

"Li Jinglin!!"

Wronged, really wronged!

But I can't say anything about it at all.

This kind of operation is tantamount to a wartime period, to a soldier who eagerly shouted comrade, you have worked hard, it can be called a disaster from heaven, and there is nowhere to shout injustice, but to cut your stomach to show your innocence.

Vicious! It's so ruthless!

He didn't care how many bowls of noodles I ate, he just wanted me to either go with his arrangement or open my stomach!

Li Jinglin walked out of the La Fenice Opera House in Venice.

By this time, it was already dark outside.

But Li Jinglin felt it.

At this time, it happened to be a bright spring.

Feel refreshed.

At the Milan Conservatory before, the feeling of depression brought by Jin Zunxi and Tian Jing Matsu was suddenly swept away.

Back at the hotel, humming a song.

When you get to the room, open your notebook and start posting.

The name of the documentation file is impressive.

【A real artist -——Matsuichi Takai】

Say type, then type.

[As a small day, Takai Matsuichi was shocked by the crimes committed by his ancestors in the Oriental land, and every time in the dead of night, a strong sense of morality would make Takai Matsuichi feel guilty in his heart, and Takai Matsuichi had countless deep reflections, reflecting on whether he should do something for the cause of world peace as an artist. 】

This article.

is anonymous.

However, in the article, an additional paragraph of "written interview transcript" is inserted.

[The author interviewed Matsuichi Takai's classmate, Mr. Li Jinglin, and asked him to express his views on Matsuichi Takai]

After that, it's time to sing a duet.

[Matsuichi Takai in my eyes]

[After learning about that real history, Song Yisan's heart was broken, and he repeatedly asked me if these beasts were not as good as the behavior was true, and even fell into despair for a time because of the condemnation of conscience, Song Yi kept saying that the government of Xiaori could not continue to deceive itself, and must face the facts and apologize to the victims. 】

[In the past, the deceived Songyi often went to worship ghosts, but after he really woke up, he was extremely ashamed of his behavior, but I know that it was not his fault, but he was blinded].

Detailed, followed by full detail.

This written interview record is not anonymous.

Directly label your own name.

Make the article look like it was written after the copywriter interviewed himself.

Then, push it to several of the most influential art magazines.

I made countless phone calls myself.

Let's just say that this is a biography recommended by Matsuichi Takai's "friend" Li Jinglin].

Relying on his own influence, he directly made this article fly.

He praised Takai Matsuichi as a saint.

After finishing all this, Li Jinglin laughed happily again.

I dare to praise you, but I am blind because I praise you.

Do you dare to deny it? Dare to say it's fake? Do you dare to expose your true self?

As long as you dare, I dare to stand up and cry "I have been deceived by you for so long"!

ps complains, there are always ZZs who don't read history, and use the Northeast Army to engage in regional black, and the sword fairy is deeply affected by it.

Nana's, doesn't he know that the object of praise of "The Big Knife Cuts Off the Devil's Head", the Big Knife Team, is the Northeast Army? The 29th Army selectively forgot about a little devil near the Great Wall.

Spit again.

The most disgusting regional black, the regional black dog gate is always damned.

(End of chapter)