Yao Yuan hasn't done any specific work for a long time. Most of the time, he controls the direction. This time he had to do it himself when making the MV, and he was just a copycat.
His view on copying has always been the same, just copy it, you have something in mind, don't act like you are so good, and then belittle others, or even talk about the "creative process".
When he was working on "Youth" during SARS, Yao Yuan didn't admit it and only said it was written by "Anonymous".
It’s the same this time. I wrote the lyrics myself, then hummed a rough melody to Lu Zhongqiang, and finally completed a piece of work. The key is which song to choose?
May 10th, Saturday.
In theory, you should rest, but as we all know, if the word "theoretically" appears, it usually means a negative meaning.
In the office.
Cheng Wei did his work silently, glancing at his boss from time to time, and seeing that he still had a straight face, he became more and more puzzled: Who provoked Mr. Yao?
He didn't dare to ask.
The room was very quiet, with only the rustle of pen writing on paper. Yao Yuan liked to use pen and paper to stimulate his thinking. He had already written many song titles, but none of them seemed appropriate.
He did it just because Yin Yin wanted it coquettishly.
If he doesn't want it, he won't do it, and it will be very dry.
At first, he was heading for the Olympic Games, which was exciting, magnificent, and exciting. But who made him a reborn person? He couldn't help but think of the snowstorm at the beginning of the year, the earthquake that followed, the Seven Flying Gods, and all the things that followed...
Many factors are mixed together, and it is just exciting and exciting, which is not enough.
He needs a sense of depth and weight.
"Cheng Wei, in what year did Liu Changchun participate in the Olympics?"
"1932, the 10th Olympic Games in Los Angeles!"
Cheng Wei tapped on the keyboard and checked quickly.
"When did he die?"
"1983!"
"1983..."
Yao Yuan chewed on this year and felt it was very familiar inexplicably, and asked: "In which year did Xu Haifeng win the gold medal?"
"1984, hey, it was only one year missing."
No one would remember this thing without checking the information. Cheng Wei was quite emotional when he saw it and said: "If Liu Changchun had lived one more year, he would have seen Xu Haifeng win the gold medal."
Tsk!
In a few words, Yao Yuan suddenly had an idea, Liu Changchun and Xu Haifeng, Xu Haifeng and 2008, a breath that spanned time, space and history came to his face.
He wrote down a song title, then thought about it for a moment, and immediately decided: This is it!
Thick enough.
After deciding on the song, Yao Yuan became happy and couldn't help but think: Oh, before I know it, the 60th anniversary will be celebrated next year, and we have to do something to make our presence felt.
You have to talk to Yu Jiajia for details.
Today, Yao Yuan has been working on the lyrics for the whole day. There are some passages that he really can't remember. Fortunately, he still has some cultural level, so he can fill in the blanks and write them completely.
…………
In the blink of an eye, it was time to get off work. Yao Yuan put the page of paper on which he had written the lyrics in his pocket and drove to Huaqing Jiayuan.
I walked around in confusion for several times and called Yinyin before I found the unit building. As soon as I got out of the elevator, I smelled a faint smell of cigarette smoke. After walking a few steps, I saw a man smoking in the corridor.
"Hello, Mr. Yao!"
"Okay, do you think this is an open-air smoking room?"
"Sister Yinyin doesn't allow smoking in the house, so we go out to smoke... We don't smoke often. Sometimes we just relax when we are really tired."
The other party quickly put out his cigarette. In his eyes, Yao Yuan was much more important than the boss who paid him wages. There was nothing he could do about it, he was too famous.
When I entered this small company that was both commercial and residential, it was still so messy. There were wires, data cables, computer cases and garbage bags all over the floor. I hired another man and a woman, and now there are 8 people in total.
Yin Yin was in a small room inside, wearing a denim outfit, her hair tied up casually, and a bucket of spicy beef noodles at her hand. She had finally turned from a boy into a beautiful woman, and this business had changed back again.
"Have you finished eating?"
"No, this is lunch."
"lunch?"
Yao Yuan touched the remaining half of the instant noodles. They had already cooled down. He shook his head and said nothing. This stage was normal.
“Please take a look at our website and make some comments!”
Yinyin opened a website with a main color of pink, and the three characters "Youzi Street" at the top. The design was similar to that of Maiwo, with two major sections: homepage recommendations and personal space.
The personal space is mainly composed of photo albums, as well as diaries, menstrual records, account books, etc. The most conspicuous thing is a [Good Things Collection List].
"What is this for?"
"Let users collect them for their treasures."
"That's it?"
"For example, I am a senior buyer with rich online shopping experience. I often share products and have many friends. This [collection list] will become a resource. We will recommend it, similar to a big V in the community, to form what you are talking about.
An information pyramid.”
oh!
Book list!
Yao Yuan understands that in later Internet literary circles, recommendations from some well-known readers are sometimes more effective than recommendations on websites.
"This is a great idea. You can apply what you have learned and it is not rigid. It's great!"
Yao Yuan sincerely praised it.
"Really? I think it's great too."
Yin Yin was so proud that no one was paying attention outside, so she secretly kissed him and said, "Sit down first, I'll be finished in a moment."
Yao Yuan had no choice but to sit obediently, take out his mobile phone and play Tetris.
I don’t know how long this “a while” is. Anyway, it’s been a long time. At first, Yin Yin still took care of him. She would say a few words from time to time and ask if he was thirsty or if he wanted to eat fruit?
Then I simply forgot about it.
Yao Yuan sat alone, watching everyone walking around and busy. He deliberately remained silent, waiting for her to remember.
By this time it was ten o'clock.
Liu Shuping became angry first and called Yao Yuan. He went out quietly and said: "Hello? Auntie!"
"What the hell are you two doing? Did you go to Xiangshan to enjoy the moon? What time is it? I made dinner at eight o'clock, and I was wondering if it was late, but I didn't even get a call! Good guy, stay with me.
Where’s the eagle!”
"Oh, what can I do? Your daughter is now pursuing a career with a red heart. As an honorable family member, let alone working together and making contributions, I can't hold you back at least, right?"
"Then where are you?"
"I've been waiting in her company, and I didn't dare to ask."
"You put her on the phone!"
After Yao Yuan finished his report, he gloated and called Yinyin. Liu Shuping scolded her with all the old BJ's tricks and vocabulary, and her saliva squirted down the receiver.
"Oh, I know, mom, don't be angry, I'll go back right now."
Yinyin hung up the phone. If she had a knife in her hand, she would have stabbed him several times, and said: "Yao Yuan, you have degenerated! You were not such a petty person before, regardless of the importance!"
"What's the name of Xiaodu Chicken Intestine? It's not too late to start a business. I'm going to let you rest."
"I'm too lazy to care about you!"
She had no choice but to leave work early, say goodbye to everyone, carry a big bag and go out in a huff.
It was almost 11 o'clock when the two of them arrived at Liu Shuping's house, where they had to coax their mother/mother-in-law for a while and eat a dinner that had been heated up several times.
"Mom, where's the wedding dress?"
"What the hell, it's almost 12 o'clock. If you don't go to bed, I have to go to bed. I'll see you tomorrow!"
"I have something else to do tomorrow."
"You don't take a day off on Saturdays and Sundays?"
"Have a rest, of course you have a rest. Let's stay the night and see what happens tomorrow!"
Yao Yuan pretended to be a good guy again to smooth things over, so Yinyin had no choice but to agree.
So I stayed one night in her small room, and there was no need to be shy about getting married soon, but the bed was a little small, and I had to say hello before turning over.
Finally, the limbs are entangled, with long arms and long legs like an octopus.
…
The next day, May 11th.
Liu Shuping happily showed off her recent achievements and said: "I almost went from house to house and got all the wedding dress styles on the market. Some of them were not given, which cost a lot of money."
"Thank you for your hard work, hard work!"
Yao Yuan grinned as he looked at the thick stack of albums. If he released the news, among other things, all the brands sponsoring wedding dresses and suits would have to go to Badaling.
But that would be boring.
According to his idea, he would find someone to design a few unique sets for Yinyin, but the mother-in-law's kindness would also have to be accepted, and she could also absorb the inspiration.
"Please decide first, should you wear Chinese style or Western style?"
"ha!"
Early in the morning, Yinyin was picked up without combing her hair or washing her face. She yawned and said, "I can do it!"
"You can call it whatever you want! You are fooling around here by yourself when you get married, think quickly!" Liu Shuping became angry at the sight of it.
"..."
She had no choice but to look at Yao Yuan, who said: "Let's take two sets of wedding photos, one Chinese style and one Western style. Don't take them in any photo studio. I'll find someone to take them.
On the wedding day, you can actually wear two outfits, a Western one for the ceremony and a Chinese one for the toast."
"That sounds reasonable. At least I have an idea."
Liu Shuping nodded and asked, "When do you plan to shoot?"
"Just 2-3 months before the wedding. Photography will be done both at home and abroad."
"Hey, I also want you to go abroad to take pictures, go to the Louvre, the Pyramid, and the London Bridge, and kiss and take pictures at the same time. You said you two should keep more memories, otherwise you will lose your looks!"
Liu Shuping is quite pretty.
After looking at the styles, Yinyin finally gained some energy and flipped through the pages, tearing off the ones she liked and keeping them for reference, and finally took a bunch of them.
Yao Yuan took photos and planned to send them to his parents - his son cannot get married without feeling a sense of participation.
Liu Shuping basically kept them for one day and released them after dinner.
…………
These are mostly calm days, and everyone is looking forward to the Olympic Games in August.
Monday, May 12th.
It was an ordinary day at work as before, holding regular meetings, assigning tasks, catching fish, eating, and working... until around 3 o'clock, a message appeared on the Internet, like a hidden bomb dropped into a lake.
It's 5 o'clock again, and it's almost time to get off work.
A man suddenly stood up and said: "Turn on the TV! Turn on the TV!"
"What's wrong?"
"earthquake!"
"ah???"
While talking, someone stood up again, ran a few steps, and turned on the LCD TV equipped in each department, which was broadcasting CCTV news:
"At 2:28 this afternoon, an earthquake measuring 7.8 on the Richter scale (later changed to 8 on the Richter scale) occurred in Wenchuan County, Sichuan..."