Listening to what Sister Hong just said, "Holy Alliance", a march composed by Lao Maozi, has long been outdated. The top leadership wants to make it in China!
When he thought that when the leaders went out for state visits, the music he wrote could be heard all over the world, Zheng Qian's blood boiled and his face turned red with excitement.
He didn't dare to think that he would go on a state visit. He was not worthy now, and he might not be worthy in the future, but if his name could appear in the subtitles, it would definitely be something that Guangzong Yaozu could brag about for the rest of his life!
For a moment, Wei Yehong's persuasion was ignored by Zheng Qian. At this time, various majestic symphonies were constantly playing in his mind.
March form!
Still have to be made in China!
Zheng Qian's mind immediately resounded with the "March of Steel Torrent" and "March of the Mighty East Wind" that appeared during the military parade celebrating the 70th anniversary of the founding of the People's Republic of China in his previous life. They are both symphonies composed by the Chinese themselves, and they have a typical Soviet-style collectivism style and are deeply loved by the country.
People love it.
Especially "March of Steel Torrent" has become very popular on many foreign video websites.
Since the reform and opening up, the nation has made great achievements, but the level of creation of military music and military songs is mediocre. Many marches make people want to do radio gymnastics after listening to them. Sometimes they even complain about the hegemony and hooliganism of the United States with the background of
The music is also often written by Americans.
But "March of the Steel Torrent" and "March of the Mighty East Wind" are different. Not only does it make people feel like they are followed by a heavy-duty synthetic brigade, they can walk with a swagger, but as the music bursts out, there is a kind of steel torrent rolling in.
The sense of déjà vu is extremely powerful!
Wei Yehong saw that Zheng Qian's eyes were red and he was waiting for the rehearsal with his neck stiffened. He was also a little curious: "It's like getting chicken blood. Is it any different?"
"Sister Hong, this piece of mine is very powerful and awesome. Even if you play it on the piano, it's still very contagious!"
Zheng Qian rubbed his hands, feeling unbearably itchy. Seeing that it was finally his turn, he immediately rushed onto the stage and sat down in front of the piano before the other comrades who were rehearsing left.
"Boom!"
A muffled sound from the piano immediately attracted everyone's attention.
Zheng Qian threw away his hands in embarrassment. He sat too quickly and pressed his hands on the keys.
"Who is this! He is reckless!"
"Where did it come from? He occupies such a big space and he is the only one rehearsing!"
Someone in the audience couldn't help but complain.
When Wei Yehong heard this, she was unhappy, "Why do we need to divide the number of people in rehearsals? We are so powerful that we look down on us because we are so weak."
"Oh, it's Sister Hong. This is the person you brought. I'm sorry, I'm sorry!"
"Are you from the Air Force too? Sister Hong, you have a new member in your group!"
As soon as the two people over there saw Wei Yehong, they quickly started laughing.
In addition to being a sixth-level civilian cadre, Wei Yehong is also a well-known first-line singer in the outside world. She has a very high status and often attends important occasions. She also has good relationships with senior executives of major cultural troupes and has strong personal connections.
Wei Yehong didn't deliberately eliminate the other party. We all work in the same system. There is no obstacle that cannot be overcome, so he calmed down and nodded and said: "Yes, his name is Zheng Qian, he is new to our air force affairs department.
Very talented, just wait and see!"
When everyone heard this, they were a little curious.
Some of them suddenly came to their senses when they heard the name Zheng Qian, and they all started whispering to each other.
Liu Zhenhua, deputy leader of the Comrades Art Troupe, had just trained Zhou He away. He was still angry and asked impatiently: "Who is this? A newcomer, Wei Yehong praises him so much?"
Someone replied with a smile: "Wei Yehong is right. This young man does have some skills. He is the author of "For Whom"! Did you watch CCTV's "The Storm" last night? He wrote the theme song!"
Liu Zhenhua said: "I have no impression."
At this time, Zheng Qian was ready to go on stage. He took a deep breath, smoothed his hands on the black and white piano keys, and then suddenly used his hands to beat hard, hitting the keys hard.
Everyone's eyes widened.
Some people even couldn't help but step forward to stop it.
Because this piano is at least 20 years old, it is originally an antique, and even the tone has begun to be out of tune, giving people the feeling of a broken bellows.
If you keep hitting it so hard, it will fall apart immediately!
But the sound of the piano that came next made them stop in their tracks.
Zheng Qian claps his hands together, his momentum is astonishing.
But after just smashing it once, he started playing crazily - "March of Steel Torrent"!
This is a piece of music that makes his scalp numb just thinking about the melody. The 88 keys are like bullets passing by rapidly, burning quickly as they rub against his fingertips. The blood in his heart is ignited, majestic.
The sound of music resounded throughout the rehearsal hall, and the surrounding area fell completely silent.
Everyone stared blankly at the young man sitting in front of the piano playing.
At this moment, Zheng Qian was infected by the music pouring into his ears. The resistance feedback from his fingers and the pedals made him tremble all over. As the sound of the piano gradually became more intense and loud, it was as if someone was whispering in his ear:
"Comrade, do you know where Leningrad and Stalingrad are? I can't find it on the map."
"No more, no more, we have failed, the white bandits and capitalists are riding on our heads again. If you want to follow the red star, go to the East, cross the Dnieper River, climb over the Ural Mountains, and on the Siberian Plain
At the end of the world, there is still a spark burning there.”
Ula!
For a moment, Zheng Qian was so emotional that his eyes turned red!
Endless steel will flowed into his fingertips, Zheng Qian shook his body, immersed in the torrent of music.
Everyone in the audience swallowed their saliva and looked shocked.
"This... is really a unique skill!"
Yang Hongyi was stunned. Even though he had insufficient musical skills, he had goosebumps all over his body at this time. There seemed to be countless red flags fluttering in the wind in his mind. The hammer and sickle that represented the workers, peasants and proletariat seemed to become clearer.
My revolutionary martyrs will live forever!
Wei Yehong looked at that figure and was speechless for a long time.
For a moment, this figure was so high in my heart that I even had to look up to see his face clearly.
She was completely shocked.
"This music..."
At this moment, the originally indifferent face of Chen Zhenhua, the deputy leader of the Comrades Art Troupe, gradually became distorted. Until the intense sound of the piano during the update, he suddenly hit his chest hard and roared: "I found it!"