Recording for top singers is a very enjoyable thing.
The process was smooth, the finished product was perfect, and there was no pain at all.
Everyone was laughing and joking, and in two or three days, the recording of "Meet Again" was completed.
"Can this song really be featured in the Spring Festival Gala?"
Although Qu Qi knew that this song was very good, she was still doubtful about whether she could attend the Spring Festival Gala. Of course, she was asking more for Wang Wen.
Now that she can't go to the Spring Festival Gala, it doesn't mean much anymore. But Wang Wen is different. Only by appearing on the Spring Festival Gala stage once can she sit on the throne of the Queen of Heaven.
Xiao Qian felt that it was necessary to let these people know his energy, and he did not shy away from it, so he called Yang Jin in front of them.
"Hey, Uncle Yang, do you miss me?"
When Yang Jin heard the song, he knew its elegant meaning and burst into laughter.
"Why, Boss Xiao has another good work for our Spring Festival Gala? I haven't mentioned it yet, I'll ask the director to contact you."
In a few words, the matter was settled.
Xiao Qian's works have participated in the Spring Festival Gala several times, and they have always been the most popular among the audience. No matter how high the threshold of CCTV is, it is impossible to antagonize such people.
Besides, they can't afford to offend Xiao Qian now.
Qu Qi and Wang Wen were watching from the side. When they saw that Xiao Qian had settled the matter in just a few words, the shock to the two women would probably never be forgotten in their lifetimes.
In the past, this boss was too young and had a very kind temperament, so it was really difficult for them to treat him as their boss.
It wasn't until now that I realized that this boss's energy is beyond the sky.
The director of this year's Spring Festival Gala did not call, but came to Xingguang in person two days later and visited Xiao Qian in person.
"Mr. Xiao, thank you for your care. It will be safe to have your program in this year's Spring Festival Gala."
This year's CCTV director is called Bian Xueqing. He is elegant and looks more like a scholar.
But the happiness I feel now cannot be hidden.
It was his first time as the director of the Spring Festival Gala. He was worried about how to arrange the program. Unexpectedly, Xiao Qian, the top producer, actually came to him.
Nowadays, all the directors within CCTV know that if you want to be successful in a show, you must have the support of stars.
Xiao Qian introduced Qu Qi and Wang Wen to him.
"I composed a song for them. I thought the theme was good and suitable for opening the year of 1998, so I suggested that they perform it on the Spring Festival Gala stage. But whether it succeeds or not, you still need to review it, Director Bian.
"
Bian Xueqing looked at the two beautiful beauties in front of him. He was already restless and did not dare to raise his head.
"Haha, I'm kidding. Qu Qi is a top singer known throughout the country. Even if it's our Spring Festival Gala, it's a great honor to invite her. Miss Wang Wen's recent red bean is also my favorite work."
Wang Wen was not happy.
In her debut album, "Red Bean" was the title song, but it didn't fit her tastes and ideas. However, whenever she met people, they would always praise "Red Bean", which made her very discouraged.
Is it true that my own musical ideas are not good enough?
"The Spring Festival Gala is the top literary and artistic stage in China. It is the best gift to the people of the country on the occasion of the Spring Festival. Therefore, no matter what, the quality of the work must be the premise."
Xiao Qian nodded to Bian Xueqing, saying he didn't want people at CCTV to only look at fame and not quality.
Later, the Spring Festival Gala had this problem. It only looked for popular celebrities and only looked at the reputation of the performers. As a result, the stage had no artistic content and was just a lively hodgepodge, causing many people to abandon it.
Bian Xueqing's face was stunned and he responded quickly. As for how much impact Xiao Qian's words would have on him, it was unknown.
Although he is the director of the Spring Festival Gala, many things are beyond his control.
Xiao Qian found the music and played it to Bian Xueqing to listen to it again.
Not surprisingly, Bian Xueqing made his decision before he finished listening.
"It will be a great loss if such a song cannot appear in the Spring Festival Gala. Mr. Xiao, Miss Qu Qi, and Miss Wang Wen, on behalf of the CCTV Spring Festival Gala program team, I now formally extend an invitation to you, hoping that you can participate in the 1998 Spring Festival Gala.
Gala performance.”
Qu Qi and Wang Wen were excited, but Xiao Qian was calm.
He had expected this result a long time ago and was more concerned about other things.
"What form will their performance take?"
There are many, many people who perform in the Spring Festival Gala, and the program formats of the Spring Festival Gala are also various. A slight difference can have a huge impact.
Fortunately, Bian Xueqing came from a clear family.
"Such a good song is the only one among the works we have collected so far. Moreover, the meaning of this song is very good, and it has the meaning of preface to the new year. In any case, it must be performed alone to bring out the best of it.
It works."
Xiao Qian got the result he wanted and reached out to Bian Xueqing.
"Then I wish us happy cooperation."
Bian Xueqing was naturally extremely happy after coming to Shanghai once and completing an important piece of work that enriched the framework of the Spring Festival Gala.
Looking at the young man in front of him, and thinking about his identity as China's number one producer, Bian Xueqing felt a faint impulse.
"Mr. Xiao, I have always admired you and especially liked your music. In my opinion, your talent in music creation is absolutely unique in the world."
Xiao Qian was stunned, this is so good, why are you praising me?
Not knowing why, I could only look at the other person.
His eyes were burning, staring at the other person with embarrassment.
But the opportunity was rare, and Bian Xueqing didn't want to miss it.
He scratched his head and looked as shy as a student who was asking for advice humbly.
"It's like this. Many years ago, by chance, I heard a melody, which was very, very nice. However, due to some misfortune, I couldn't record it completely. Over the years, I have been trying to recover it, but I have never been able to do it.
That’s right. I think Mr. Xiao, you are a good producer in our country, I wonder if I can ask you for help?”
Xiao Qian didn't understand.
"Restore? What melody? Whose work? Are there any copyright issues?"
In this time and space, China's copyright laws are extremely strict, and he doesn't want to cause trouble.
Bian Xueqing looked annoyed and just shook his head.
"I heard it by chance when I got off the train at the train station in Shanghai. The person singing was a little boy. Unfortunately, there was a huge crowd of people and I was distracted, so I didn't seize the opportunity. Originally, I
I thought that such a nice song would definitely become a hit. Who knew that over the years, I have been keeping an eye on the trends in the music industry, but I never got any news about this song."
Xiao Qian understood, shook his head and laughed.
It is estimated that Bian Xueqing heard a child casually humming a few words, and then he triggered the Wenqing disease and fell into a demonic barrier.
Over there, Bian Xueqing had already taken out a piece of paper and carefully handed it to Xiao Qian.
"It was a mess at the time, and I couldn't hear it very clearly. I only remembered a few lines of lyrics, and they didn't match the preface and the follower."
Since they were so sincere and happily agreed to Qu Qi and Wang Wen's appearance in the Spring Festival Gala, Xiao Qian had no choice but to reciprocate.
I brought the crumpled paper to my eyes and saw that there were intermittent words on it, and it turned out to be some lyrics.
But after taking a closer look, his face became increasingly weird.
Then he looked up at Bian Xueqing, whose face was full of hope, and his lips moved slightly.
【I always want to express my feelings to you】
【How heroic I feel】
【Always want to talk to you】
【How much I love life】
[Hard-working and brave Chinese people]
【Enter a new era with high spirits】
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Bian Xueqing originally expected Xiao Qian to give him some guidance, but what he heard was Xiao Qian's extremely smooth singing from beginning to end.
In Xiao Qian's singing, there were some lyrics that he recorded on paper, but most of them were parts that he had never heard before.
But I don’t know why, when Xiao Qian sang it like this, it gave people the feeling that this song should be like this, and must be like this.
Because according to Xiao Qian's singing, the melody is extremely beautiful, and the surging emotions contained in the song make every Chinese feel the same and feel proud.
Suddenly, a long gone but familiar voice exploded in Bian Xueqing's heart.
That year, at the Shanghai Railway Station in the spring breeze, the back of the little boy looming in the crowds overlapped with the big boy in front of him.
"It's you!"
Bian Xueqing jumped up, his face flushed with excitement, and he pointed at Xiao Qian with a trembling finger, feeling quite happy as he parted the dark clouds and saw the red sun.
In an instant, Xiao Qian's appearance matched that of the little boy sitting next to him, making him want to cry.
God knows how long he has been tortured by this song and this matter over the years.
He thought of countless ways and tried countless times, but he could never find any clues.
Just when he was about to give up, fate played a happy joke on him.
