Chapter 464 Looking back suddenly, the man was in the dim light
"I walked and stopped along the way, following the traces of young people drifting~~ The moment before I stepped out of the car door, I hesitated~~ I couldn't help but laugh at the timidity of being so close to home, it is still inevitable..."
As the saying goes: music is used to express feelings, and singing is used to express aspirations.
There are many criteria for judging whether a song is good or not.
But no matter how many technical standards there are, music or all art ultimately serves human emotions.
At this time, while walking on the campus, thinking back to "The Wind Rises" that Xu Xiyu sang on stage just now, Ke Xinying's emotions were extremely complicated.
Her thoughts inexplicably drifted to the song "Relieve Sorrow" that Xu Xiyu sang when she was recording "Study Tour of Love".
"Xiaochou" is very good, full of satire. I was ridiculed and sat in the car and cried, but in the end it was this bad guy who calmed me down.
Of course, in addition to being ironic, this song also emphasizes his dissociation from others, but even so, the feelings expressed are still somewhat "cautious".
This was also in line with Xu Xiyu's situation at the time. He was just starting out. Even though he had all kinds of abilities, he could only choose to be "cautious" due to his shallow foundation and the strength of his opponents.
But now, the opponent is equally powerful and even puts more pressure on him. But in this song "The Wind Rises", Xu Xiyu no longer has that cautious feeling, but only free and easy and confident.
As the lyrics sing: "I was once unable to extricate myself from the vastness of the world, and I was also addicted to talking in my sleep. I couldn't tell the truth or falsehood, didn't struggle, and wasn't afraid of jokes... I walked against the light, letting the wind and rain blow."
Thinking of this, Ke Xinying's eyes first glanced at the back of Xu Xiyu, who was being chattered by Yu Yuyu.
Then he looked at Lu Qinyao who was across the body from him.
Maybe he felt her gaze, or maybe Lu Qinyao was in the same state of mind as Ke Xinying at this time. The moment Ke Xinying looked over, she also looked over.
The two of them just stared at each other from afar.
A second later, they all gave each other a blank roll of the eyes, snorted slightly in displeasure, turned their heads back, and cursed in their hearts at the same time: "Little hooves!"
Although their movements were hidden, they were still noticed by Yang Xueqing.
Ever since, the corners of Yang Xueqing's mouth curled up, and she said in her heart: Two little trash, let's fight, hurry up and make the man angry, I am the real wife!
Naturally, no one else knew what the three of them were thinking, or in other words, no one paid attention.
Everyone is still marveling at Xu Xiyu's music creation ability.
Again, there are many criteria for judging whether a song is good or not, but after all, it serves people's emotions.
Xu Xiyu left school for three years and returned after becoming famous, bringing with him a "National Culture Festival".
This feeling, this scene, the emotional feeling that this song "The Wind Rises" brings to the audience can be said to be indescribable.
"Sister, what should we do?" Li Shanling was walking and suddenly turned her head and said something in a voice that only the two of them could hear.
Li Shangrong was stunned when he heard this, and asked softly: "What should I do?"
"I feel like I'm about to become sincere."
This meaningless sentence made Li Shangrong fall into silence. The two sisters were different from Ke Xinying and others. They just wanted to rely on the big tree of Xu Xiyu.
In other words, it is not necessarily true that they really love Xu Xiyu.
But today, thinking about Xu Xiyu playing and singing on stage, Li Shanling gradually became a little obsessed.
This is not a good thing.
Because both of them realize that nothing will happen with Xu Xiyu. After a few years, they get tired of playing with each other or someone younger and more beautiful takes over, then...
"Calm down, don't get yourself hurt in the end." Li Shangrong reminded with a sigh. Compared to her younger sister, she is much more rational.
As soon as these words came out, a trace of trance flashed in Li Shanling's eyes.
In my mind, Xu Xiyu's song began to float again: "I once transformed my youth into her, and I once felt the midsummer at my fingertips. Whatever my heart moved, just let it go..."
"Brother, I think you can take advantage of these few days to shoot a MV in school." Yu Yuyu didn't have so many complicated thoughts. She simply felt that the song was written so well, so Some excitement.
"No shooting." Xu Xiyu was a little helpless. The girl kept chattering.
"Why don't you shoot it? It's a convenient thing. It would be a waste if you don't shoot a MV for such a good song." Yu Yuyu continued to persuade. Her voice was not quiet, so the group listened while walking.
While listening, someone joined the discussion: "Yes, Mr. Xu, it's a convenient thing. This song is really good. I think someone will sing it every year at the beginning of school and graduation season."
"I think that when the official version is produced, it will soon be heard on campus radios across the country. After ten or eight years, it will definitely become a memory of a generation."
Hearing what everyone said to each other, Xu Xiyu smiled and said: "In that case, there is no need to shoot any MV."
"Why?" Yu Yuyu was puzzled.
"Because, when this song played on the school radio, the scene everyone saw when they looked up was the best MV, and it was a MV that was uniquely their own." Xu Xiyu said and took a photo of Yu Yuyu's head.
Yu Yuyu was stunned by these words.
Not only her, but everyone else who heard it was also startled.
Especially Li Shanling, an emotion burst out in her heart that she could no longer restrain.
On the other side, in a hotel in Shanghai, Qi Xiangyang couldn't control himself.
Looking at the video of #XuXiYuSinging# that went straight to the top of the hot search, with the number of likes and comments soaring.
He couldn't help complaining: "You can really show off! Is it amazing to be able to write songs? And the wind is rising. Does this song have anything to do with the wind?"
Listening to his complaints, the secretary obediently shut his mouth.
Because she knew that her boss must have remembered the rumors that circulated within the company when he and Hua Qing were competing in the ring. In all these rumors, he was compared with Xu Xiyu.
Words like "I'm not as handsome as Xu Xiyu, and I'm not as talented as Xu Xiyu, but I'm also the chairman, why is the gap so big?" and so on.
If he had heard this kind of thing normally, his boss would have just smiled and passed it by.
But it happened that the situation was special at that time, and if he talked too much, he really broke his defense.
From then on, every time his boss saw Xu Xiyu's well-received work, he would habitually break his guard, even if the work had nothing to do with him.
"You bitch, after all, you are the boss of such a big company. Do you usually have a lot of free time? You still have time to write songs. Such a frivolous thing, Hua Qing will be bankrupted by him sooner or later!" Qi Xiangyang complained again.
The secretary was so stunned that she couldn't hold back her laughter.
"Let's go and pack up. I think it's almost time. Let's go there quickly." Qi Xiangyang glanced at the secretary who was suppressing a smile.
After saying that, he continued to mutter.
"Damn it, are the hot searches yours? Don't you feel uncomfortable if you don't get one every day?"
"I can't help but feel how big the world is. Bah! Who is the world? What girl calls the world? How old is she? Xiao Huangge has the nerve to sing in public, shameless! hetui~~"
Go all the way and complain all the way.
After hearing this, the secretary felt that his brain was beginning to hurt. It was not from annoyance, but from suppressing laughter.
Just like that, I held it all the way to the school gate.
At this time, the sky was getting dark, and under the lights at the school entrance, there were crowds of people. Looking around, there were young men and women wearing Hanfu everywhere.
As mentioned before, the National Culture Festival does not sell tickets, but not selling tickets does not mean that everyone can enter. After all, the school's venue capacity is limited.
Therefore, a gate was still set up at the door.
After making a reservation through official channels in advance, you can get a QR code and scan it to enter. The process is similar to the process of making a reservation to enter a museum.
Qi Xiangyang naturally has a way to get the QR code.
Therefore, after queuing up, we quickly entered the school.
Coincidentally, as soon as he came in, he saw a familiar figure in the crowd.
Mao Gaojun also came.
"Mr. Mao, Mr. Mao!" The secretary reacted quickly and shouted loudly for Qi Xiangyang.
Hearing the shouts, Mao Gaojun turned his head. The moment he saw Qi Xiangyang, he was happy. While laughing, he walked slowly over and said, "Hey, Lao Qi, are you here too?"
"You know yourself and your enemy." Qi Xiangyang laughed and glanced again after speaking.
Then he marveled and said: "This scene is quite big. I thought it was just a show, but it's almost turned into an amusement park."
What he said was not nonsense. Just on the main road just entering the school gate, there was a large sign placed dozens of meters apart, such as an oversized sculpture of a Chinese character.
On the way, there were many people who looked like they were invited by the government, wearing various ethnic costumes for tourists to collect stamps and check in.
Looking further into the distance, you can see various tributaries and forks, which are obviously more exquisitely arranged. If nothing else, the sky above the nearest fork in the road is filled with all kinds of intangible cultural heritage lanterns hanging on strings, which is quite beautiful.
If you can zoom into the sky, you can clearly feel that the entire National Style Cultural Festival venue is connected with the main road and the large squares at the entrance of several school buildings as the core.
"I heard that people from Happy Valley came to help with the distribution flow plan here, including these exhibits, which were also produced by their partners." Mao Gaojun said again.
Reasonable planning of diversion and circulation of tourists after they enter is very important.
If they are all piled up together, or the circulation lines are confusing, and people make unnecessary turns while strolling around, there will be problems with both safety and experience.
Happy Valley is more experienced in this area, and Ke Xinying is indeed cooperating with them.
"Tell me, how do they get back the money they make from such a big battle? Do they rely on advertising fees? Or do they sell some souvenirs here?" Qi Xiangyang asked as he and Mao Gaojun walked in side by side.
"No matter." Mao Gaojun shook his head.
"No matter?" Qi Xiangyang was puzzled.
"Yes, don't worry about it. Again, what we want to consolidate is our position in film and television and as artists. No matter how well he does in this cultural festival, it has nothing to do with us. There are some people who are more anxious than us." Mao Gaojun continued. road.
"If that's the case, then why are you here today?"
"This kind of event is rare. I actually like Chinese culture. If I had been born a few hundred years earlier, I might have been a popular figure." Mao Gaojun laughed.
As soon as these words came out, Qi Xiangyang's mouth twitched, and he complained in his heart: If Xu Xiyu had been born hundreds of years earlier, it would have been possible, just you? She doesn’t look as good as me!
He complained in his heart, but the beautiful female companion brought by Mao Gaojun was very good, and said with a smile: "If you were born hundreds of years earlier, what would you do with those poets and poets?"
"Hahaha." Mao Gaojun laughed.
At this time, the female companion looked at the lantern intangible cultural heritage display area not far away and said: "It's true that the east wind blows thousands of flowers and trees at night, and even blows down, the stars are like rain, the BMW carvings are full of fragrance, the phoenix flute is sounding, and the jade pot is shining Turn around, a night of fish and dragon dancing.”
Mao Gaojun also became interested when he heard this.
Holding the tune, he stood with his hands behind his back and turned his body slightly and said: "The moth is covered with golden strands of snow and willow, and his laughter is full of secret fragrance. People have searched for him hundreds of times, and suddenly look back, damn, Bu Zhaojie!"
(End of chapter)