Xiao Qian looked arrogant and arrogant, with disdainful words echoing on his lips. It was as if he was the most powerful person in the world.
Of course, if there is anyone else beside him besides Li Qingjue, he is guaranteed to get whipped.
But there are reasons for his dissatisfaction.
I thought it would be easy for a song to come out with so many big players and his "thumping, thumping, thumping, thumping" help.
Unexpectedly, Children's Day is here, and "For Whom" is still in its infancy.
In fact, this is because he wrongly blamed those great masters. They have already worked very hard.
But music production is really a tedious and delicate project. Lyrics and music composition are fine, but the most difficult thing is the arrangement.
Xiao Qian didn't understand what the arrangement was about, or Xia Weizhang gave him some guidance.
"When it comes to composing lyrics, it's like preparing the ingredients for cooking, such as cabbage, tofu, pork, etc. When it comes to composing music, it's like you decide what dish to cook. Whether it's braised, stir-fried, or stewed. As for arranging, that's all you need.
What seasonings do you put in the dishes you cook? You can’t leave out salt, right? Can’t you leave out onions, ginger, garlic, and pepper? Do you add soy sauce? Do you add vinegar? How much do you add? You know, it’s almost the same.
The taste is not right. So arranging is the most difficult thing. If the arrangement is not done well, the quality of the song will be greatly affected."
Xiao Qian finally understood, as if he was enlightened.
Whether a piece of music is good or not, it turns out that the knowledge lies in the arrangement.
However, this did not prevent him from complaining about those great musicians, because the cars were driving into the military camp, and the only thing he and Li Qingjue could perform for the uncles of the People's Liberation Army was the a cappella version of "For Whom."
When I got out of the car, I saw an acquaintance.
Before Xiao Qian could smile, Li Qingjue had already run over.
"Uncle Feng..."
This sycophant...
Xiao Qian slowly walked to Feng Zhiyang. It wasn't until Feng Zhiyang and Li Qingjue had finished joking that they politely said: "Uncle Feng, long time no see, you are more energetic."
Feng Zhiyang is funny.
"You brat, what do you know about spirit?"
He held the two boys in each hand and walked towards the military camp.
For children, the military camp is definitely a magical place. The children who came here all had a lot of fun and began to visit around under the care of the soldiers.
Even if the soldiers explained to them the glorious history and fine traditions of our army, they could not understand but listened with gusto.
Feng Zhiyang was very unhappy when he saw that Xiao Qian didn't behave like other children.
"You brat, do you know what the Battle of Menglianggu is?"
The troops in East China were all originally from Sanye, so they all participated in this famous battle.
But when the soldiers were explaining the battle to the children, Xiao Qian was unmoved by his old spirit, so Feng Zhiyang decided to make things difficult for him.
Xiao Qian was still calm.
"Know."
Oh, Feng Zhiyang is even more unhappy.
Little one, you really yawned like a toad - so loudly.
"Well, tell me, what is the key to our army's victory in the Battle of Menglianggu?"
Xiao Qian squinted at Feng Zhiyang, feeling that if she said it was the Chairman's micro-management and Li Tianxia, he might be hung up and whipped, and he immediately changed his mind.
"Of course it was the wise decision of the Central Military Commission, the careful arrangements of the former enemy commanders, and the heroic fighting of the PLA commanders and fighters."
Feng Zhiyang smacked his lips, but he had nowhere to start, and finally had to sigh: "It would be a pity if you don't become an official in the future."
For children, there are too many places to visit in the military camp.
Especially when Feng Zhiyang took out his weapons and showed them off to the children, all the boys went crazy.
As for girls, obviously they are not interested in fighting and killing.
So everyone separated. The boys gathered around Feng Zhiyang and listened to his introduction to weapons. The girls followed and learned to sing red songs.
"Look, everyone, this is the weapon used by our brave warriors to defend our country. How does it look? Is it handsome?"
Feng Zhiyang cherished the rifle in his hand and showed it in front of everyone, making the children jump up and down. They wanted to reach out and touch it but didn't dare.
Feng Zhiyang saw this and called out the fat man.
"Come on, come and try."
The first one was named, the fat man was so happy, he felt that he was already the king of children. Under the envious eyes of others, he immediately grabbed the gun.
"Huh? Huh... Ouch..."
The gun fell directly to the ground, hitting the fat man's feet, making him scream.
He only knew that this thing was fun, but he didn't know that it was very heavy. With his strength, he had to be prepared if he wanted to be stable.
Feng Zhiyang laughed loudly, took the gun in his hand again, and educated: "Everyone has seen it, this gun is very heavy, uncles are fighting with it, isn't it hard?"
"Hard!!!!"
The children were very well-behaved, and their childish voices made Feng Zhiyang very happy.
But when he saw Xiao Qian looking bored, he was unhappy again.
"Xiao Qian, don't you like guns?"
Xiao Qian looked at the Bayi Bar in his hand with no interest.
"Is it important?"
Feng Zhiyang felt that this kid just needed to be dealt with, so he put the gun heavily into his hand.
"Hmph, then try it."
She thought that Xiao Qian would be like Fatty and throw away the gun because of its weight. However, Xiao Qian held on tightly, as if he already knew the weight of the gun.
Not only that, Xiao Qian also held it correctly in his hand. He opened the safety with his left hand. After pulling the trigger and making a clicking sound, he took out the magazine.
Because it was for display to children, the magazine was naturally empty, which made Xiao Qian very unhappy.
"Really, he didn't even give me two rounds of bullets, he's stingy."
Feng Zhiyang was completely stunned.
No, you are a seven-year-old child, why can you open the insurance and unload the magazine?
He quickly grabbed the gun, checked it carefully, and breathed a sigh of relief when he found that it had not been damaged by Xiao Qian.
His behavior made Xiao Qian even more depressed.
"Tch, it's not a good thing. Uncle, you are too stingy."
Feng Zhiyang's eyes were filled with murderous intent.
"What do you know? This is the best infantry weapon in the world. Do you know its power?"
Xiao Qian pouted.
"That's it?"
He started to crack his fingers.
"It doesn't have rails, it doesn't have a grip, it doesn't have a scope, it doesn't have a grenade launcher, it doesn't have a laser sight, it doesn't have an infrared sight, it doesn't have a tactical flashlight, it doesn't have a camera, what kind of gun is it?"
Feng Zhiyang was in a mess, and his head was full of mush.
"What are you talking about?"
Xiao Qian had her little hands behind her back and looked quite stylish.
"You want to learn? I'll teach you."
He didn't know that, just because of his arrogance, a report on the research and development direction of our army's modern rifles appeared at the Central Military Commission's seminar that night at an alarming speed.
However, his name came into the attention of military bosses for the second time, and it happened very quickly.
Mud covered trouser legs
Sweat soaked through the back of clothes
I do not know who you are
But I know who you are for...
The condolences performance was very successful. Although the two immature children's voices seemed very weak without accompaniment, it still succeeded in making countless people shed tears.
So immediately after it was over, an uncle from the People's Liberation Army with glasses came over.
"Hello, little Xiao Qian, I am Shen Zhuo, a reporter from the People's Liberation Army Daily. Can I interview you?"
Xiao Qian knew that she couldn't say no, so she had no choice but to agree.
That night, a hugely influential report appeared in the People's Liberation Army Daily. With the report, the first wave of "For Whom" began to break out.
The violent aftermath was something that no one except Xiao Qian could have predicted.
It was only when Xu Mingxia found Xiao Qian that he realized that the song he originally planned to repay his uncles in the People's Liberation Army had already been heard in Datian.
"Xiao Qian, things are getting serious."
Xu Mingxia sighed endlessly.
I thought I had found a good song and their music school was working on it to get some spiritual civilization construction award, advanced music culture award or something. Unexpectedly, the General Administration issued an order and this song was requisitioned.
In fact, this is a given.
Due to floods this year, the entire East China region suffered heavy losses, even to the point of requiring international assistance. In order to provide disaster relief, the country has invested huge manpower and material resources, and the People's Liberation Army alone has been dispatched countless times.
Countless olive greens are fighting on the front line of flood relief and disaster relief, and their sacrifices are no less than those in 1998. It’s just that because of the different times, the impact now is not big enough.
But after a disaster, how to rebuild people's hearts and hopes has always been a question that the country is thinking about.
For the military, publicizing the relationship between the military and civilians and integrating the military and the people more closely has always been the top priority in the ideological construction of the military.
At this time, the appearance of "For Whom" happened at the right time and at the right time.
The General Political Department has decided to make this song the top priority of military propaganda this year and serve as a benchmark for establishing the image of the people's military in the new era.
After the order was given, Xu Mingxia felt very empty. It was as if the child she had worked so hard to raise had been snatched away alive.
Xiao Qian understood that she had not turned a corner.
"Auntie, this song does not belong to me, nor does it belong to the Conservatory of Music. It belongs to the People's Army and the entire Chinese people. Only by making this song known to more people can its value be reflected. As a participant, our contribution will surely be remembered by history."
The production of the song at the Magic City Conservatory of Music has come to an end, and it is impossible to re-produce it due to the requisition of the General Administration.
So when this song is sung across the country in the future, producers like them will also shine.
Xu Mingxia stared blankly at Xiao Qian, who was calm and gentle, and suddenly realized that her ideological awareness and structure were not as good as that of a child.
This discovery made her take it out on Li Qingjue after she went back.
The final result was that the number of ballpoint pen marks on Xiao Qian's arm changed from two to four.
