The young man and woman went into the room just after dinner. Yang Jingxing refused to comply. He wanted a cup of tea and asked his uncle if he wanted it. He Peiyuan didn't let the scoundrels touch her own things, so she came to drink. Fan Yali was in the kitchen.

I'm still nagging that the water dispenser isn't boiling enough, so I'd better use a small teapot to boil it.

He Weidong still turned on the TV to catch up on today's news. Speaking of which, the Chinese National Orchestra will be led by a conductor this time. Will the TV reports also have a different focus?

Consultant Yang still has some ideas. From the current point of view, the next report should not be in the form of news. There are also many reliable special columns. There are also many links or uncertainties in it, but it should be better-looking.

, the reporter team has also formed a better team and is making preparations.

He Weidong encourages young people to work hard. It can also be said that high-end products are exported. Pudong Iron and Steel also exports them, and they are all cheap goods.

This is not comparable. Yang Jingxing still remembers hearing from his uncle that domestic steel production accounted for almost half of the world. In comparison, the serious music market has almost no share.

He Weidong further encouraged that only by starting from a blank slate can we be more far-sighted and flex our muscles. Everyone knows the shortcomings inside and outside the steel industry, but no one has a good solution.

He Peiyuan continued to enrich her theory. The root problem of steel mills or art groups lies in the direction of responsibility. Musicians are not responsible to the audience. Although some people are also good at two things, they only regard their professional skills as an iron rice bowl.

How much artistic achievement can there be?

The girl tortured her soul: What does it mean for an artist to be responsible? That is to do their best to provide the audience and listeners with the best they can. This is not a matter of level but an attitude issue. For example, some

People, you can make stuff like "Dead and Alive". It's basically a trick to trick people and mislead people. You have no sense of responsibility. It can even be said that you have no morals and no shame. If you climb up by yourself and don't help others, you will kick the people behind you down the mountain.

Huh? You’ve eaten the meat yourself and deceived others into eating the chaff!?

Having never been criticized so strongly before, Yang Jingxing nodded: "I'll see how responsible you are later."

He Peiyuan said confidently: "I tried my best. I at least want to pull people who are about the same level as me and a little lower than me. If everyone does this, we will all move up together..."

Fan Yali seemed to have finished her work: "Is there anyone with a lower level than you?"

He Weidong probably wanted to discuss: "What is the problem? Are others willing to help you? It means that everyone has their own ambitions..."

He Peiyuan refused to listen to the explanation and stomped back into the house.

"It looks good." Fan Yali cheered for her daughter: "That's really good-looking!"

Yang Jingxing hehe: "Yuanyuan is right, but it's just a bit idealistic."

He Weidong has this feeling: "Don't say a factory, just a group. Some people just like to be lazy and slippery, and they just want to get by. Can you reform them?"

Yang Jingxing nodded: "So what we have to do now is to find as many like-minded people as possible..."

But speaking of young people, they are still on the rise. Fan Yali once saw a certain group on TV. Four girls played the erhu and played the pipa. They appeared out of nowhere, wearing short skirts and rocking the pipa.

It was shaking so hard that no one could see it. Fortunately, He Peiyuan had never heard of it, but we couldn't let people who did this kind of mess get famous and benefit from it.

Yang Jingxing had never heard of such a thing, but it was not impossible...

"Do you want to read it?" He Peiyuan gave an ultimatum in the room: "If you don't want to read it, I will delete it!"

He Weidong pointed to the room with his eyes, as if to persuade Yang Jingxing to subdue him.

Yang Jingxing had no distracting thoughts and picked up the teacup before getting up.

What He Peiyuan wanted to delete was not the photo. What was open on the monitor was the An Zhiruosu folder. Yang Jingxing hurriedly leaned over, oh my, this row of documents can fully prove He Peiyuan's sense of responsibility. Study notes, biographies, historical research, elements

Construction, inspiration for the plot, and practicing the first draft.

Yang Jingxing was so excited that he rubbed his hands together and was even nervous: "Which one should I watch first?"

He Peiyuan didn't bother to care: "You can... sit down!"

Yang Jingxing could only sit on the edge of the bed. It was really a dazzling array of things to see. He ordered them in order: "Study notes, I will also study them."

He Peiyuan was modest again: "It's nothing, just write it down in the notebook."

Then let's go straight to the character biographies. Once the file was opened, there were so many people. Four of the dozen or so names already had biographies. But the biographies of He Peiyuan would probably increase the difficulty of casting.

Chu Mowen: A gentle but angular face and lips, dark and tall eyebrows and eyes, twinkling and warm eyes, a spring-breeze smile that is warm and sincere...

Yang Jingxing couldn't bear it. He hurriedly moved down to look at the heroine first. An Su: Everyone said she was beautiful, but she never thought so...

Yang Jingxing looked at his girlfriend: "Seriously?"

He Peiyuan blinked: "What's wrong?"

Yang Jingxing was simply furious: "Which book teaches you this? Bring it to me!"

He Peiyuan has a point: "It is better not to study than to study hard."

Yang Jingxing looked at the third character, Yu Wenxing. This one was more handsome than the male protagonist. His white clothes and green silk hair were so elegant. Oh, it turns out that the ancient people were still idols of girls at that time. Sure enough, he fell in love with An Su.

Yes, and I like the restrained and restrained style that is “characteristic of the times”.

The fourth one, a great lady in ancient times, was married to Yu Wenxing’s fingertips...

"Elegant art enters high school?" Yang Jingxing clicked the mouse: "I miss high school life so much!"

He Peiyuan: "That's right..."

"Aren't you going to offend others?" Yang Jingxing was very rude: "Is this called trying your best?"

He Peiyuan hummed and pouted in protest: "You're jumping to conclusions before you even read it?"

Panting with anger, Yang Jingxing opened the first draft and soon stopped breathing. He read it carefully.

Before the curtain falls, there are songs and boos.

Opening, backstage scenery, An Su, Chu Mowen, Sheng Wenjun. Silence.

An Su: Are you okay?

Chu Mowen: It’s okay!

Sheng Wenjun: Are you going tomorrow?

Chu Mowen: Go, why not?

Sheng Wenjun: Wear a helmet and go on stage.

silence.

Tang Hao appeared: The car is coming.

Sheng Wenjun: Bulletproof car?

Yang Jingxing hehehe, He Peiyuan also laughed. Keep reading, He Peiyuan has finished writing the first scene, which explains the difficult current situation of the Twenty-One Grams band, and the four members' characters seem to have some expressions.

After staring at the monitor for three or four minutes, Yang Jingxing breathed a sigh of relief: "This looks good... Is something magical going to happen the next day?"

He Peiyuan nodded seriously: "But I haven't thought about it yet. We have to consider the stage restrictions and it's not a movie... How about the beginning?"

Yang Jingxing nodded: "Very good...I thought it would start with the crazy admiration of female fans."

He Peiyuan explained: "The appearance setting is for myself to see, and it can stimulate my imagination."

Yang Jingxing jumped up: "Is it still true? Can a playwright be more mature?"

He Peiyuan giggled, but she still had strict requirements on herself: "Isn't it a bit exaggerated to boo and smash things?"

Yang Jingxing seriously considered...

He Peiyuan herself couldn't wait: "But I've thought about the ending, and it shouldn't change."

Yang Jingxing was looking forward to it: "How is it?"

He Peiyuan pointed to the beginning: "It echoes from beginning to end. The song before the curtain was very rough, so they were booed. After that, they experienced many, many things, and they also gained a new understanding of music. I want this to be like this. After the last scene and the closing, the audience thought

After finishing and getting ready to leave, the prelude started, and then it felt like a concert. It’s the last song of the day. I have to say a few musical remarks, and then express the song in a completely new form. If before the opening

The best score after the closing is only 8 or 9 points."

Yang Jingxing nodded repeatedly: "Let the audience of the musical cheer and applaud the people in the play!"

He Peiyuan also nodded repeatedly: "How about...?"

Yang Jingxing observed his girlfriend, then he suddenly held the girl's face and kissed her: "This is my wife!" The elders in the living room must have heard it.

He Peiyuan didn't mind, but was worried: "But the song before the opening shouldn't be too unpleasant, so as not to scare the audience, but it should be too nice without leaving any space for the song after the closing."

Yang Jingxing held his girlfriend's hand, his eyes so sincere: "Director, you must leave this task to me!"

He Peiyuan proudly refused: "I can't direct... The ideal situation is that the changes and development of this music can run through the entire plot. The collision between ancient and modern times is also multifaceted. In addition to music, there is also language, values, and lifestyle. But

What is more important than collision is common ground and integration.”

"The backbone!" Yang Jingxing wanted to kiss her again: "Yuanyuan is great, she has great depth, breadth, and interest."

"It's just a good idea." He Peiyuan smiled a little happily, then tilted her neck back as if to accelerate for a run, then leaned forward, her chin accurately poked her boyfriend's shoulder, and she complained softly, still proud: "You're not here

That's all I can think about."

Yang Jingxing was proud: "I call self-sacrifice art."

"Don't be so shameless." He Peiyuan became more and more generous: "Look at this..."

From the historical research documents, it is obvious that He Peiyuan was about to collide with the Ming Dynasty, and it was during the Wanli period. The playwright also carefully studied and considered it. The Tang Dynasty was certainly good, but he was reluctant to part with Song poetry. But after further understanding, in addition to Xin Qiji, the Song Dynasty

Su Shi, Ouyang Xiu, Li Qingzhao... there is actually such a thing as the Jingkang Shame, and then there are more Yuan Operas. The Ming Dynasty is actually not that easy to choose, but the story should take place in a place where people live a prosperous and healthy life.

, so I won’t go into details and just pay tribute to Tang Xianzu. The court and folk music of the Ming Dynasty were relatively prosperous. There were gods and optimistic people in the court, such as the Bell and Drum Division. There was also the Jiaofang Division. You know what the Jiaofang Division is?

For what?
To be continued...