Chapter 301 Kyushu Tong
Evening.
The sun sets, and the horizon is smeared with fiery red clouds, coating the ground with a layer of golden light.
The streets are busy with traffic during the evening rush hour after get off work, and from time to time, the sound of rapid car horns breaks into the room through the open windows.
Director Qian, who was busy writing at his desk, put down his pen irritably and shouted loudly: "Xiao Sun, Xiao Sun! Close the window!"
After shouting several times but receiving no response, Director Qian raised his head and found that the office was empty. Only then did he realize that Secretary Xiao Sun had gone to the cafeteria.
Director Qian stood up from his seat, walked to the window, stretched his waist, and exhaled a thick breath.
Looking at the crowds of people outside the window, Director Qian's heart gradually calmed down, and the anxiety caused by writing materials also dissipated.
The National Games will be held in a few months, and various preparations are intricate, especially the preparations and rehearsals related to the opening ceremony.
There are countless tasks involving personnel, costumes, props, and program rehearsals, and there are new problems waiting to be solved every day.
It was also the first time for Director Qian to participate in such a large sports event, and he was under a lot of pressure.
This year's National Games will be the first comprehensive large-scale sports meeting to use a bidding method to determine the host unit, and it will also be the largest in history.
This is related to the image of Jiangsu Province, so we must not be careless.
Looking out the window at a few teenagers running past school laughing and joking on the street, Director Qian somehow remembered last year’s "International Marathon".
That was the first time Jinling held a marathon, and it was also an international event.
Director Qian, who had just received the notice from the leader, was numb at the time. He had no experience at all, but he could only bite the bullet.
Fortunately, the Olympic Committee was involved in that marathon, and the capital also sent a team of experts to help Jinling organize the event, so that they would not make any mistakes, but they would still be in a hurry.
Domestic sponsors and American sponsors are also actively cooperating. They don’t make any weird requests, they just seek publicity effects.
It’s hard to find such a reasonable sponsor who is willing to spend money. This is the first time Director Qian has met him.
I heard that when setting up the competition, only Beijing was originally considered, but domestic sponsors specifically requested that Jinling be added to the competition.
Jinling completely took advantage of a ready-made advantage, while other cities had to spend money to grab quotas. At that time, the leaders were happy to slap their thighs.
The administrative agencies reciprocated the favor by plastering the whole city with posters of sponsors.
What is the name of that sponsor?
Oh, campus network.
Director Qian took a deep breath, closed the window, glanced at the time, and turned on the TV.
"Love~ is everywhere, transparent, pure and free... Carry love with you, Wahaha pure water"
"Cool and refreshing, shared by the whole family, Liushen shower gel..."
Director Qian wrinkled He frowned, picked up the remote control and turned down the volume, "These are useless advertisements."
Today's advertisements are too boring and vulgar, but these two advertisements are still bearable.
Many advertisements are just like noise pollution.
For example, why don’t you accept gifts during the Chinese New Year this year...
Very few can produce impressive advertisements, and most of them are just advertising bombs.
Director Qian picked up the pen and was about to write when suddenly a burst of melodious music came from the TV.
The weird tune made him stunned for a moment, and he couldn't tell what instrument it was.
I just felt a desolate and vast atmosphere rushing towards my face, the vast sea of sand, and the melodious camel bells.
He raised his head and saw the flashing shots on the screen, desert, oasis, Crescent Moon Spring, and the running horses leaving a dark shadow.
Is this some kind of scenic documentary?
The background sound was a bit interesting, but when Director Qian was stunned, the tune suddenly changed.
The guzheng's graceful, graceful and lively rhythm matches the melody, and the picture changes into a misty Jiangnan with drizzle, small bridges, flowing water, and winding paths leading to secluded gardens.
When the camera turns in the gentle breeze and drizzle, the towering mountains are winding on the land, and the high-pitched and bright flute tunes are played impassionedly.
Director Qian watched the shots of magnificent mountains and rivers flashing by, and he couldn't help but be stunned as he matched the music, "It sounds so nice." Then the sound of the suona pierced the sky, bringing the whole song to a climax, with musical instruments playing in different styles. The music produced is exceptionally harmonious.
The heart-tugging arrangement seems to have opened up the memory in Director Qian’s mind, as if to have awakened some kind of resonance in his DNA.
“The solitary smoke is straight in the desert, and the sun is setting in the long river.”
“The falling clouds and solitary swans are flying together, and the autumn water is the same color as the sky.”
"Thousands of birds have disappeared, and thousands of people have disappeared."
"The shadow of the lone sail in the distance is gone in the blue sky, and only the Yangtze River can be seen flowing in the sky."
The poem I recited when I was in school suddenly jumped. When he came out, he found that the poems described by the ancients were so appropriate.
The corners of his eyes became moist unknowingly, and pride surged in his heart.
The kind of pride in Chinese culture and the Chinese nation, and the shock of the magnificent thousands of miles of rivers and mountains of the motherland.
For a moment, Director Qian wanted to find something to record the music, and then listen to it over and over again.
The next scene stunned Director Qian, because the camera suddenly cut to the city wall of Jinling, and then to the Olympic Sports Center.
The music gradually faded away, and a low, magnetic voice overdubbed.
“Jiuzhou Datong, Gathering Together”
Then the emblem of the 10th National Games appeared on the screen, making Director Qian dumbfounded.
Is this a promotional video we made?
No, why haven’t I heard of it?
When the final subtitles appeared, Director Qian saw a familiar name in the sponsoring unit.
Campus network.
“Why is it the campus network again?” Director Qian was a little surprised, staring at the screen and thinking about it, “But this song is really nice.”
After a while, footsteps were heard in the corridor, and secretary Xiao Sun, who was returning with a lunch box, walked in excitedly.
"Director Qian, have you watched TV?" Xiao Sun was a little excited and a little anxious, "I just saw a public service announcement for our National Games. It was so well done that everyone in the cafeteria was Standing in front of the TV, it's like being under a spell."
"They all praised it, saying that the film was well shot and the music was even better."
Director Qian smiled slightly." What do you think is good about it?”
Xiao Sun was startled, “It just feels good and it can arouse spiritual resonance.”
"Spiritual resonance?" Director Qian said thoughtfully, "Well said, spiritual resonance, what is the name of this song?"
"Jiuzhou Tong!" Xiao Sun said excitedly, "I saw it written on the subtitles , the song is called Jiuzhou Tong! "
"Jiuzhou Tong?" Director Qian's eyes lit up, "Jiuzhou Datong, this is a good name, with artistic conception and pattern! "
Director Qian's eyes lit up. Picked up the phone, "Old leader, I want to show you something."
......
Xia Lian sat in front of the TV and stared at the screen in silence for a long time.
This is what we did?
Although she had seen the name of Kuaibo Media in the end credits, she was still in a daze.
We actually made such a good public service announcement? !
She has listened to Jiuzhou Tong's music many times, but when the familiar melody sounded, Xia Lian still felt shocked.
Her cultural accomplishment was not that advanced, and she couldn't tell, but she still felt something throbbing in her bones, as if it was a spiritual imprint.
This is completely different from what she saw in Hollywood.
“Why China, why civilization?”
(End of this chapter)