Chapter 34 The veterans' discharge from the army will not fade!
After singing the song, Shi Xishan also arranged for the waiter to serve the food. Jian Jinchuan was interrupted for a moment. After the food was served, he slowly introduced the documentary filmed by their Guangdong TV station.
"Actually, it is a documentary about the return of Hong Kong City. Although this subject has been filmed too much, this time we found some entrepreneurs and celebrities, all of whom are relatively well-known patriots from Hong Kong City, through interviews.
Ask them to tell us about that period of history in their eyes."
"It's for next year, right? Next year is the 25th anniversary of the return, right?"
Zhu Dehui, the old group leader, keenly grasped the key points.
"Yes, so it's still in production now."
Jian Jinchuan nodded.
"Is this song Xiao Yang suitable for use in a documentary about Hong Kong's return? Isn't it about the children wandering outside returning to their hometown?"
Shi Xishan was the only one among the people present who had not read the lyrics. When he heard everyone singing just now, he was busy applauding and did not listen carefully.
But it doesn't matter. Jian Jinchuan has obviously studied it carefully. He analyzed it for Shi Xishan:
"Although Xiao Yang's song raps about local feelings, I think the lyrics are very profound. It's like year after year, just for this day in my life, I want to reunite my old dreams, I want my blood to be connected again, etc.
Wait, these lyrics extend to the feelings of home and country, and they will be used when the Hong Kong city returns, no problem, right?"
These few sentences compiled by Jian Jinchuan made the remaining people couldn't help but nod in agreement.
Yang Qian felt a little ashamed. This song was forced on him with local sentiments. In fact, it was originally sung with the sentiments of family and country!
But then again, although this song was composed in Baodao, it has been used many times in Hong Kong City Return. Yang Qian saw that on the earth in another time and space, many versions of "The Root" were born.
The chorus of “Keep”.
Of course, he still needs to be praised. Who told the world that he came up with this song?
"The lyrics written by Xiao Yang are bold and high-level. It would be a pity if this song is only used for the Red and Orange Festival. Kawako, you have to arrange this. If it is used, it will mean a lot to you, Xiao Yang."
It’s huge.”
Zhu Dehui, the old group leader, also saw it very clearly.
"Xiao Yang, go and pour a cup of tea for Teacher Jian!"
Ouyang Cheng reminded Yang Qian.
"Teacher Zhu, Teacher Jian, Teacher Xiang, and Teacher Shi, please have tea!"
Yang Qian carried the teapot and poured it in a circle one by one, and finally poured it for his teacher.
"You're welcome, you're welcome. Xiao Yang, why don't you call me Teacher Shi? You might as well call me Boss Shi. I'm just a layman, not like you great writers or singers."
Shi Xishan smiled and nodded to Yang Qian.
"There is no such thing. It is said that if there are three people walking together, there must be a teacher like me! Teacher Shi can open Fuxi Garden on such a large scale. He must be well versed in management. Management is also an art."
Shi Xishan was elated when he heard Yang Qian's words. He kept telling Ouyang Cheng with a smile that Yang Qian had a bright future.
However, Shi Xishan didn't know that Yang Qian was not the kind of sweet-mouthed and good-natured person he thought he was.
Although Yang Qian poured tea and called the teacher, these really had nothing to do with the "future" they discussed!
Because Ouyang Cheng just felt that Yang Qian would not stay in Hecheng, but Yang Qian himself was very determined and knew that he would not pursue an official career.
He has to walk the road to the future step by step by himself, instead of waiting for the teacher to pave it out for him!
Whether Jian Jinchuan's documentary uses "Keep the Roots" will not have much impact on his future development.
Some people may ask, in this case, why should Yang Qian be so respectful to Ouyang Cheng, and why should he call others "teacher"?
Yang Qian actually answered this question very honestly - when we are together among three people, I must be my teacher!
Yang Qian's "compliments" to several teachers were not only out of due respect for his elders, but also because Yang Qian felt that he should learn from them.
Especially Jian Jinchuan and Xiang Hongfeng, their singing skills and their interpretation of the song "Keep the Roots" are worthy of Yang Qian's study!
As for Teacher Ouyang, Yang Qian considers him to be his leader in the workplace!
Ouyang Chengke not only took Yang Qian for interviews, but also taught Yang Qian many principles of conduct in the workplace through his words and deeds.
Not only that, Ouyang Cheng also tried his best to help Yang Qian, help him improve and give him more training opportunities.
You know, what is Yang Qian now?
An unknown person, just a young reporter who just graduated!
If someone can think highly of you, guide you, and support you, isn't this even greater than the kindness of "giving help in times of need"?
Yang Qian is a person who knows how to be grateful!
"Back to the topic, back to the topic, Teacher Xiao Yang, what do you think of the chorus we just performed? If you have any comments or criticisms, feel free to mention them!"
Zhu Dehui said with a smile, and also teased Yang Qian about recognizing his teacher everywhere just now.
"Yes, feel free to mention it. Teacher Xiao Yang is a songwriter and must have a deeper understanding of this song."
Jian Jinchuan also made a joke.
In fact, both Jian Jinchuan and Xiang Hongfeng knew that there were still many problems with the chorus they just performed, but Xiang Hongfeng talked less and was not in a hurry to speak. Jian Jinchuan was even more shrewd. He was unwilling to say anything that would offend others, but instead pushed Yang Qian away.
Go up.
"Teachers, don't call me Teacher Xiao Yang. Just call me Xiao Yang."
Yang Qian bowed his hands in embarrassment, but he was not afraid of offending others. When it came to music, if Yang Qian felt that his singing was not good enough, he had to speak up and make corrections. After all, he was going to perform on stage.
"Then let me start from the first line. Teacher, there is a problem with your singing this time, that is, the ending sound is too long."
"It's okay to drag the tail sound. There is also such a way of singing, but maybe it shouldn't be so long. It would be better to handle it a little more cleanly."
"For example, the words "how many faces" and "how many" are too long will make your tempo a bit messy..."
Yang Qian really started talking, and he also paid attention to the details. He didn't even touch a pen just now, and he could still break down the unreasonable parts of their singing bit by bit.
Young people have good memories!
Zhu Dehui looked at Ouyang Cheng with emotion, who was being criticized by his apprentice, but found that he was just nodding his head, and he didn't know if he was listening seriously.
"Stop, stop, teacher Xiao Yang, pause for a moment. Xishan, do you have notebooks in your hotel? Bring four here, one for each of us, and pens!"
Zhu Dehui stopped Yang Qian's review and asked Shi Xishan to bring a notebook, and each of them handed out a copy.
He also asked very seriously:
"Although this performance was suggested by Ouyang, I convened the people. Our veteran choir, if you don't want to sing, it's fine. When we sing, we have to sing well and practice hard. When the time comes, we have to show the best of the veterans on the stage.
, don’t let people look down upon the name Veteran!”
Zhu Dehui stood, waving the notebook in his hand, and spoke loudly.
Seeing how serious the old group leader was and knowing that he was criticizing himself, Ouyang Cheng nodded quickly: "Yes, yes, yes."
"What is it? Stand up and say it!"
Zhu Dehui's loud voice made the whole box buzz.
At the command, Ouyang Cheng, Jian Jinchuan, and Xiang Hongfeng all stood up suddenly. Shi Xishan was standing originally, but now he did not dare to neglect. He stretched out his belly and legs, raised his head and chest and looked at Zhu Dehui.
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Yang Qian didn't react so quickly. He was the only one sitting down. This felt very embarrassing, so after he reacted, he quickly stood up.
However, Yang Qian, who had never been a soldier, felt that no matter how he stood, he was not as powerful as these seniors, so he could only try to straighten his back.
"What are we?"
"Veterans' Choir!"
The momentum was so strong that Yang Qian couldn't help but shout along.
"What are we going to do?"
"Practice your singing well!"
“Show your style!”
"No shame..."
Well, this time it collapsed. Everyone looked at me and I looked at you. In the end, not a single answer was repeated. It was so messed up that even Zhu Dehui laughed.
"Sitting around, I haven't prepared any slogans yet, so I'm still shouting slogans. But this is all down to Ouyang. He wants to organize a veterans' choir, and he's the most talented in literature, so he didn't even prepare slogans for us!"
Zhu Dehui waved his hand, asked everyone to sit down, and threw the pot to Ouyang Cheng.
"Xiao Yang, you are responsible for coming up with slogans!"
Ouyang Cheng couldn't laugh or cry and passed the pot to Yang Qian again.
If your own disciple doesn’t take over, who will take over?
Yang Qian saw all the seniors looking at him with smiles, so he had no choice but to bite the bullet and make up one:
"Veterans will not fade after retiring and sing the national anthem with passion?"
The laughter in the box lasted for two seconds. No one expected that Yang Qian would think of it so quickly.
But soon, they all became quiet, and each one of them was thinking about the slogan Yang Qian thought of.
"This is what I just thought about. It doesn't fade after being discharged. I seem to have seen it in some report before."
Yang Qian was a little embarrassed. He always felt that it was not good to just say what he had just compiled, and he hadn't revised it carefully yet!
"I feel okay!"
Xiang Hongfeng opened his mouth again.
"Well, I think it sounds good too. You are worthy of being Ouyang's apprentice. This literary talent..."
Shi Xishan praised Yang Qian.
"Then use this and memorize it when you go back!"
Zhu Dehui was also very satisfied. He felt that this short sentence directly summarized their purpose of forming the Veterans Chorus.
"Singing the national anthem with passion is very good. However, Xiao Yang, "Keep the Roots" is not a song to repay the motherland. You got a slogan. Do you have to prepare a song that sings about the motherland and our soldiers?
Prepare?"
Jian Jinchuan made a joke.
"Yes, Xiao Yang, you still owe us a song!"
People over fifty years old started joking with this young man Yang Qian.
Of course, everyone is just joking. How can writing songs be something you just want to write?
They didn't really take it to heart, and they didn't even think that after they finished singing this performance next month, the Veterans Chorus would continue to play. After all, everyone was older, and those who had jobs had jobs, and those who didn't had jobs.
I'm going fishing, so I'd like to ask about the owner of the reservoir or something.
Is it possible to really rekindle the passion and fight for another ten years?
Yang Qian did not regard their joking words as a psychological burden on him. Yang Qian also felt very happy being with these seniors who were sometimes serious and sometimes very naughty.
Previously, Yang Qian was worried that the veteran choir improvised by his teacher would be unreliable and would not be able to sing his own songs well.
But now that he sees his old team leader Zhu Dehui being so strict with himself and his teammates, shouting slogans and taking notes, Yang Qian suddenly feels relieved!
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The lunch lasted until around two o'clock in the afternoon. Yang Qian had no qualifications and was thin-skinned, so he went back to work in embarrassment. Ouyang Cheng was still accompanying his comrades, preparing to practice a few more times before organizing activities in the evening.
Not long after returning to work, a new WeChat message popped up on Yang Qian's phone.
"I'm about to get on the plane and go back to Shanghai, don't miss me too much!"
When Yang Qian looked at the WeChat message, he remembered Dai Yuni's cheerful and smiling appearance, and he replied with a smile.
"Okay, I wish you a safe journey!"
"Hey, why did you come back so soon? Aren't you drinking with your teacher's comrades?"
"They drank, but I didn't drink. Now I'm back to work."
"Oh, actually I haven't gotten on the plane yet, I'm still waiting in line."
"Are there many people in line?"
In fact, Yang Qian didn't know what to say, so he could only find a question to ask.
"That's a lot!"
"I didn't book a flight yesterday, and then I came over and found that the business class was gone!"
"Hey, I can only take the ordinary class, and then I have to queue up..."
Dai Yuni took a photo of him with a long queue behind her, but her head occupied most of the photo, with her mouth pouted and her scissor hands raised up on her chin.
Yang Qian looked at her photo and was still thinking about replying something when Dai Yuni hurriedly replied:
"No more talking, no more talking, let's get on the plane!"
"I'm really on the plane this time, don't miss me too much, hehe!"