People in the officialdom are not only good at observing trends and debating opinions, and are well-informed, but most of them also have the habit of following others and liking to "heat the stove."
So after the turmoil of "Night at the Military Port", the Yang family, which had been deserted since Yang Yaohua became critically ill, became full of guests again.
Not to mention those who really have friendship or want to have friendship. The other "new friends" who came to the door in a roundabout way or the "old friends" who have gradually become estranged have also moved forward with great interest.
It seems that everyone is no longer busy at work recently, and they actually rush to have some free time together, and are interested in connecting with each other and reminiscing about the past.
This makes the whole Yang family busy with socializing, having to receive and send off every day, and devote their energy to this kind of interpersonal communication that is colorful on the surface, but its actual value is hard to say.
However, although the Yang family "noble people often forget things" and neglected to reward Hong Yanwu for his contribution, Yang Weifan would never forget it.
He specifically told Hong Yanwu that when things calmed down at home, he would ask his mother to see if he could find a way to solve the problem of Uncle Hong Yanwu's house.
Unexpectedly, Hong Yanwu refused.
"No, no, no, don't mention it to your mother. Otherwise, she will definitely go to the 'Jade-faced Rakshasa''s father! Unless you want to marry the 'Jade-faced Rakshasa'. Otherwise, forget it, buddy, I can't let you
Sell yourself for me..."
"Hey, my mom isn't me. She has other ways."
"Look, you are so innocent and cute again! Your mother has other ways, but can she use them? First, she is inclined to marry with the Zhou family. Second, the Zhou family has spoken out for you this time. You
The two families are getting closer and closer, and they are like new allies. She has to ask someone else to handle my matter. Isn't that just a sign of disobedience? The Zhou family wants to take care of themselves..."
Yang Weifan was speechless for a long time, and then he uttered an apologetic voice for a long time.
"Then...what about you...?"
Unexpectedly, Hong Yanwu smiled freely and teased him again.
"I'm not in a hurry, there will always be a way. Besides, isn't it about you? You have already been praised by 'Master Deng'. Sooner or later you will become the number one in the army art troupe. How many senior cadres can I meet later?"
Come on? Your words may be more effective than your mother's..."
When Yang Weifan heard this, he thought it was a joke, but it was not necessarily impossible. He immediately patted his chest.
"No problem! It's my duty, buddy. Well, I've decided to quit smoking and drinking today, and take good care of my voice. I'll try to make a splash at the National Day reception, and achieve our goal as soon as possible..."
Then, he remembered something again and wanted to ask Hong Yanwu for his opinion.
"By the way, the group is having a meeting to study this matter. They feel that my few songs are not suitable. Now the group is considering "Red Star Shines on Me to Fight", "Spring Water Ding Dong" and "Sing a Folk Song for Me"
Party Listening" Choose two out of three. Hey, buddy, which two songs do you think I can sing better?..."
"Hey, these songs are inappropriate. They are all famous works by others, and they are all unique to the army. It was a National Day reception, and it was about celebration. Moreover, the social atmosphere is no longer so impassioned, and everyone is beginning to pursue the quality of life and spirit.
The improvement of quality is a change personally led by our 'Master Deng'. So I have come up with an emergency song for you, which can not only express the yearning for a new life, but also conform to the time characteristics of the late 1970s, and can also
Male and female duets are probably okay..."
Hong Yanwu's response was beyond Yang Weifan's expectations. Not only did he explain the truth clearly to him, but he also thought it through so thoughtfully. How could he not be moved?
Then he said sincerely, "Xiao Wu, you... I don't even know what to say. Have you ever thought that the fame and applause I am getting now should actually be yours? But you... I...
...I think this time, the songwriter really has to write your name. I can't always keep your things as my own. That would be too unfair to you..."
But Hong Yanwu's answer was even more extreme, and his views were completely contrary to his views.
"Oh, buddy, don't think so. The fact that you are so popular now is not all due to these good songs. Your own conditions and family background play a greater role. It would never be possible for anyone else.
This is your job. If you don’t say anything else, I would have been criticized for wearing a hat. Please spare me, I don’t want to take the risk..."
"What's more, to be honest, we still don't know each other. My little life was much more beautiful than yours, and I still feel that I'm sorry for you and have harmed you. I originally wanted to save you from the fire and water, but who thought that I couldn't help you for a while?
Shen, on the contrary, it has given you greater shackles. Being famous is not only a good thing, it is also a huge pressure..."
"Let's not say that Zhou Manna regards you as 'Tang Monk Meat', but if you become someone everyone knows, that means there is no privacy. From now on, your words and deeds will be supervised by countless pairs of eyes, and we are now
This society likes to link everything to moral standards. You may be able to make others turn their love for you into anger..."
"Just think about it, you can't do it when others spit and bully you. You can't do it when others are happy, drink more wine, and talk nonsense and make a scene. Others can be sad, frustrated, and swear, but you can't either. In fact, you can't do it either.
In the eyes of the audience, you are not a human being, and you should be held to the highest standards. You will really have to endure this feeling in the future...
"Having said that, let me tell you something that comes from the bottom of my heart. In fact, what I just said about asking you to help me when you become famous is all a joke. Don't take it seriously, and don't speak to anyone on my behalf. What you are doing now
The situation, in fact, reputation is more important than anything else. And after this period of time, if you are unhappy, buddy, you should gradually cool down and find a way to change your career. I understand your situation best. In fact, the higher you fly, the better
The more tired you are, you who like freedom so much will not feel happy..."
These words were enough for Yang Weifan to ponder for a while. He was speechless and his heart was filled with warmth.
Not only for the fact that his friend knew him so well that he could be called a confidant. But also for Hong Yanwu’s affection for completely putting himself in his shoes and his generosity.
What Hong Yanwu said makes sense to a certain extent, but how many people can give up fame and fortune without any hesitation? If this can be considered as being sorry for a friend, I am afraid there will be no such word as "friend" in the world.
"Xiao Wu, you can't say that. I still think you should..."
Seeing that Yang Weifan was not done yet, Hong Yanwu finally became impatient.
"Okay, don't be such a bitch. Hurry up and close the door and get the VCR, otherwise I won't give you this song..."
Well, the turmoil in Yang Weifan's heart was immediately violently curbed. This feeling really made people feel a bit itchy.
But after a while, he couldn't help but cheer for Hong Yanwu.
Because an absolutely classic song was written a year earlier, and this boy who shook his head hummed it like a pornographic ditty.
"Young friends, come and meet today. Set up the boat, the warm breeze blows gently, the flowers are fragrant, the birds are chirping, the spring scenery is intoxicating. Songs and laughter are flying around the colorful clouds. Oh, my dear friends, wonderful
Who does spring belong to? It belongs to me, to you, to our new generation in the 1980s..."
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