Even though she has never participated in a large-scale art performance, Xiao Qian also knows that a stage like the Spring Festival Gala must have extremely strict requirements on the duration of the program.
This is a live broadcast and cannot be messed up by various programs.
Otherwise, you add a little bit, I add a bit, and in the end, "Unforgettable Tonight" will become Unforgettable Twilight.
What Zhang Jian and others submitted for review was an ordinary military song. Obviously, the length of just over three minutes was the most appropriate.
Maybe the person who produced this song was too enthusiastic, or maybe he wanted to express too many things, and ended up adding countless elements in a mess.
It's like I originally planned to make a plate of egg fried rice, but I thought the rice and eggs were too monotonous, so I added a handful of chopped green onions. But the added chopped green onions were not enough, and I thought the taste was too bland, so I added a handful of green onions.
Adding onions wasn't enough, and it felt too vegetarian, so I added some bacon.
As a result, in the end, a plate of egg fried rice turned into a bowl of egg fried rice, which made the diners unable to hold on.
And because everything has to be taken care of, the result is that there are too many elements in the song, and the priorities are not clear enough, making the whole thing seem ordinary and definitely not a good song.
But Xiao Qian didn't want to offend anyone, so she didn't judge based on the quality of the song, but talked about the length of the song.
This is enough.
Yang Yuan was very proud.
"How's it going? Even the children have discovered the problem, what else do you have to say?"
Zhang Jian and others lowered their heads one after another, their dejected looks were particularly pitiful. Especially Zhang Jian's eyes were full of tears.
Xiao Qian couldn't bear it, knowing how cruel it was for a singer not to be on the stage of the Spring Festival Gala.
"Uncle Zhang, it's okay. At worst, we can try again next year."
Zhang Jian looked at him resentfully.
“Can next year be the same as this year?”
Xiao Qian was baffled.
“Will next year’s Spring Festival Gala not be the Spring Festival Gala?”
Zhang Jian looked up to the sky and sighed, feeling depressed.
"Next year's Spring Festival Gala will still be the Spring Festival Gala, but your Aunt Wen is a major general."
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Xiao Qian found that her understanding was still not deep enough.
Through questioning, he finally understood why Zhang Jian was so eager to appear on the Spring Festival Gala stage this time.
Zhang Jian and Wen Mu are both singers in the Song and Dance Troupe of the General Political Department. In other words, they are both soldiers.
Originally, the couple were both military singers, they had the same goals, played harmoniously with each other, and belonged to a standard model couple family.
But don't forget that as a soldier, you must have a military rank.
The only criterion that determines a soldier's status in the army is military rank.
The couple were originally colonels, so they were equally divided, which fully reflected the fairness of gender equality in the new society.
But the bad thing is that this year Wen Mu got the song "For Whom".
Good guy, this song became famous all over the country, making countless people burst into tears, and made Wen Mu become a hot red singer all of a sudden.
In particular, this song's propaganda for the military fully embodies the true meaning of the People's Army serving the people in the new era, and has been praised by the top leadership.
In view of Wen Mu's achievements, the Military Commission has decided to promote her to the rank of major general at the end of the year.
Zhang Jian felt despair when he thought that his wife had become a major general, an upright general, while he was still a colonel.
Thinking about it, it was unlikely that he would be promoted, but he could not and could not compare to his wife in terms of artistic achievements, right? So Zhang Jian landed on the Spring Festival Gala and declared a battle that must be won.
But it is a pity that Yang Yuan was like the four columns in the Tashan Blockade, completely dashing Zhang Jian's hopes.
Zhang Jian despaired at the thought of living in the shadow of his wife from now on.
What is a man?
A man is the Optimus Prime of the family and the sky of the family. But now, there is a sky in the sky, so Zhang Jian’s sky has collapsed.
They were all men. Xiao Qian understood Zhang Jian's pain immediately.
"Uncle Zhang, how about I help you?"
Zhang Jian just wiped away his tears.
"How can you help me?"
Xiao Qian didn't say anything, just tapping her hands on the table.
Say something from your heart
I miss home too
The old mother at home has a head full of white hair
To be honest
I have love too
I often miss (the) her in the dream, the her in the dream...
Speaking of military songs, "Speak From My Heart" is definitely a topic that cannot be avoided.
In previous lives, this song made countless passionate men in the military shed heartfelt tears, and it also expressed the true feelings of men.
The simple lyrics clearly outline the greatness of the soldiers.
In a previous life, this song existed in 1989. However, it was only on the Spring Festival Gala in 1992 that more people became aware of it.
However, in this life, this song did not exist, and Xiao Qian did not find any trace of it on the Spring Festival Gala program.
Since Zhang Jian was so pitiful and this song could not be buried, Xiao Qian decided to focus on the beauty of adulthood.
In the vast hall, Xiao Qian's childish and loud singing voice silenced everyone.
Zhang Jian woke up from his sadness in shock. The more he listened, the more excited he became, and his body was shaking violently as if shaking.
Yang Yuan's breathing became rapid, his eyes widened, and his big hands almost rubbed his face off.
When Xiao Qian finished singing, the two men, one on the left and one on the right, firmly restrained him.
"That's it, it must be it."
"Whoever takes mine from me will risk my life with him."
Zhang Jian's vigorous momentum doesn't look like a singer at all, and it would be an understatement to call him a bandit.
When he turned around and looked at Xiao Qian, who had a wrinkled face, Zhang Jian fell to his knees with a pop.
"Where's Xiao Qian? No, uncle, my happiness depends entirely on you."
What can Xiao Qian do? Isn't all the trouble caused by him?
So he had no choice but to work out the score of "Speak From My Heart" and helped Zhang Jian start practicing it bit by bit.
After listening to the song, Yang Yuan added the song to the Spring Festival Gala program without saying a word.
He never refuses such a good song.
"Xiao Qian, how much do you have left? Let your uncle know. Don't worry, no matter how much you have, your uncle will want it all."
Seeing Yang Yuantian's shameless look, Xiao Qian was determined not to be fooled.
"It's gone, it's really gone, this is the last one."
Yang Yuan was not satisfied.
"You kid, look, your songs can be heard by so many uncles and aunts, isn't it good?"
Xiao Qian is not that easy to deceive.
"You won't give me money, why should I do it?"
Yang Yuan was angry.
"You little brat, you want money when you open your mouth. Money, I think you have been corrupted by capitalism."
Do you want to scare Xiao Qian just like this?
He didn't panic at all and pointed to the stage in the distance.
"Go quickly, the acrobat fell and got hurt."
Yang Yuan had a gloomy look on his face, stamped his feet and ran over.
"Damn it, why did something happen now?"
Yang Yuan left, and Wen Mu came over.
"Xiao Qian, with such a good song, why don't you miss your Aunt Wen?"
Xiao Qian was so angry that she clasped her little hands and started to scold him.
"Your family has taken away three songs from me, can you be content with it? Are you Huang Shiren?"
Wen Mu's face turned red.
"Aren't I afraid that you will be deceived? My child, remember, no matter how good the song is, don't give it to anyone who asks you to. In this world, who else will be nice to you except your Aunt Wen?
"
Xiao Qian looked at her with a bad look.
"Whoever gives me money will treat me well, and this does not seem to include the general administration."
Wen Mu straightened his chest and raised his head, gaining momentum.
"You want to ask for money from the General Secretary, are you going to rebel?"
Xiao Qian retreated in defeat. He couldn't afford to offend his little arms and legs.
Anyway, he has decided to stay away from these monsters from now on.
Wen Mu came over quietly. It seemed that his conscience had discovered it and decided to compensate Xiao Qian a little.
"You kid, can Auntie still treat you badly?"
With that said, she pointed at Wenyi who was leading the children to sing enthusiastically on the stage, and whispered: "Xiao Qian, what do you think of my sister?"
Xiao Qian tried hard to tell herself not to be angry.
"Do you think I'm old enough to talk about this?"
Wen Yi said matter-of-factly: "You will grow up eventually. My sister can wait."
Xiao Qian decided to fight back.
"Did you also discover that Uncle Zhang had evil intentions and wanted to get your sister out of the pit of fire?"
Wen Mu retreated in defeat, walking as hastily as ordered.
This prodigal kid, why do I always get hurt when talking to him?
Finally, no one disturbed her, and Xiao Qian had her own space.
Looking at Wenyi, who was shining beautifully under the lights on the stage, he took the small notebook and started writing and drawing.
Soon after, he threw the notebook into Yang Yuan's hand.
"According to this, match her clothes."
Yang Yuan looked at the contents in the notebook in a daze.
A red woolen beret, a creamy white long-sleeved cardigan, a navy blue skirt and white high-heeled over-the-knee boots, what are these?
"How to set up the stage, this seems to be my job, right?"
