I really don't want to fight with gods

Chapter 548 I really really don't want to fight with the Bodhisattva

Jing Xiaoqiang originally wanted to pretend to be coercive and leave.

I couldn't get away!
What kind of place is this, the arts and crafts system, the Military Art Academy.

It is more inclusive than the drama school, a complete collection of various literary and artistic projects.

Perhaps the cultural industry system understands the truth of this era of change better.

Even the content of the choir can be sung in a rock-and-roll manner, which is shocking and attracts more young people.

Why can't we use brand-new ways to do literary and artistic work well?

Is it really striving for perfection by sticking to the original skill?

It's just a group of vested interests protecting their territory.

We forget that literature and art work is to use literature and art to move the masses, attract the masses, and make the masses follow.

The cart before the horse!
So Jing Xiaoqiang gave up the route of the local government agency, the professional route of the Conservatory of Music, and finally chose the art route.

What I got is that even Qu Lao heard it, and you are still walking!

I just wrote the lyrics.

With everyone together, the Chinese composition of this song has to be written on the spot.

You first hard-copy the original words, and then you can adjust and adjust them, and if you can’t adjust them, you can write them completely.

What's so difficult about it.

Then write out the score, and everyone will complete the percussion score, guitar, bass, keyboard score, and even the score of the symphony orchestra.

Finally, of course, rehearse immediately!
The passionate oath of the new era, why can't it be like this?

Times are constantly changing.

In the agricultural economy, everyone can only see the landlords and tenant farmers around them, and they have to fight the local tyrants to divide the land.

In the industrial age, most people no longer watch operas, but prefer movies and TV shows, so model operas have suffered a crushing defeat in front of the reformed movies and TV shows, and have no literary value.

Including the art system itself, isn't it just lost to the times?

The border guards who used to be stationed at the frontier can only rely on the art team to send condolences, pass on and contact them, weaving them into a Great Wall of Steel.

Because it is too remote, too boring, too bitter.

But now that there is a TV, it will be a qualitative leap, and the cost of entertainment activities will drop sharply. In the future, there will be computers, the Internet, and mobile phones to watch movies, read novels, and make video calls with family members. This kind of long distance will no longer be question.

The literature and art system is still unable to grasp the changes of the wheels of the times, and deserves to be eliminated.

Therefore, the theme remains unchanged, and the methods and methods must be constantly changed.

With the eyes of Qu Lao and others, how could they fail to see this.

They are not bureaucrats, they are first of all artists, but they can understand this kind of reform, and they don't care about their professional interests like those professional art schools.

Even if it's for the benefit of the literary industry system.

Also willing to try to change.

Because the crisis has already hit their feet, a considerable number of art troupes have been cut off every year in the past few years.

Get angry!

This song has to come out right away!

The version sung by the rock band, the sympathy version by the squad, and the song and dance version on the big stage must be lined up immediately!

Through the process of arranging this song, wouldn't Comrade Xiaoqiang know the level of all the combatants from the front line?

Take your pick.

In fact, Jing Xiaoqiang saw a few dancers when he came in, and the headlights in front of him made him unable to open his eyes.

Really, generally speaking, most of the top dancers should be in the figure of Lan Ling, and at most they should be in the shape of Wang Qian, because the extra is really a burden, and it is useless for dance performance.

If you really meet a dance that needs to show curves, you can do addition, but you can't do random subtraction.

But the art system may not be aiming at cultivating top professional dance artists.

Many talents with outstanding talents are picked up by top dance teams, and they tend to appear in the next-level normal colleges and art troupes.

The Westside Theater is the next-best Broadway theater.

The same is true.

Jing Xiaoqiang's inner experience made him almost unable to look away.

That's why I had nothing to say to find something to talk to Lan Ling. By the way, I sang a song to draw my attention away, and I was about to leave.

Oops, it's back again.

This kind of life is very bitter.

The great enthusiasm surrounded by high-temperature roasting collides violently with the unrestrained instinct in the heart.

Mood split as hell!
Because when he was the vice president of Xicheng Theater, he never obtained such a sought-after status.

It is always necessary to inquire about the health and well-being of girls in order to get a chance to kiss Fangze.

Now even if Qu Lao expresses a serious meaning, it is obviously not difficult for him to tickle his fingers in private.

In a profession with too much physical contact like singing and dancing, many messages that can only be understood but cannot be conveyed are very clear.

The premise is that he is shameless.

The former vice president of the theater felt that it was still too shameful, and he didn't want to ruin the image of stalwart in so many people's minds.

It can only be more stalwart and lead the rehearsal, stay away from the headlights.

Elder Qu and the others were more satisfied and relieved.

She also told Lan Ling to take good care of Jing Xiaoqiang.

It was hard to last until four or five o'clock: "The evening rush hour is coming, I live far away, I will clock out of get off work first, and come back tomorrow, and tomorrow I have to report to the social media."

Lan Ling immediately packed her things and went to drive the car over.

Jing Xiaoqiang breathed a sigh of relief after saying goodbye, and the wattage of the headlights was much more peaceful, and it was dazzling all afternoon!

When I got into the car, I closed my eyes and rested my mind exhausted.

But after walking and stopping for a while, Jing Xiaoqiang opened his eyes in a half-confused way, where is the villa area in the wilderness, the bustling streets that couldn't be busier.

Jing Xiaoqiang was surprised: "Where? Where is this?!"

Lan Ling grasped the steering wheel with both hands like a heavy machine gun, and said in a low but clear voice, "Mr. An, give me the key to the apartment here, and tell us that we don't have to go back if you are tired."

Seeing that her face is not flushed and her heart is not beating, her psychological quality is very good, but the veins on the back of her hands are stretched out.

Jing Xiaoqiang sneered and laughed: "You still believe her feudal landlady style, you really think this is Pansidong..."

Isn't this the very expensive apartment building An Ning bought outside Jianguomen?

He couldn't help but laugh: "Pull over and change seats, let me drive after you rest, what are you thinking about!"

Lan Ling saw that he had already jumped off and circled the front of the car before climbing to the co-pilot, her face finally flushed red.

Jing Xiaoqiang resisted the plump silhouette he saw just now when he opened the door.

Sighing: "I leave work early just so that I can get out of the city from the North Third Ring Road, so you come back to the East Second Ring Road... just get stuck."

Another girl might say that I didn't say anything about taking care of me.

Lan Ling sat there without saying a word.

It is indeed blocked, only in 92, the Second Ring Road can already be as congested as Manhattan.

Who called Pingjing is the most central place in the country.

So the car was very quiet, and the newly bought car didn’t have any tapes. Jing Xiaoqiang fiddled with the radio a few times and was still chattering: “I don’t really care, and you don’t care if you’re fake. Act hard and study hard, don’t learn from that bastard An Ning.”

Lan Ling still didn't speak, and directly grabbed the paw on the manual shift handle. It's a hot day, but it's cold!
This is really comfortable, and Jing Xiaoqiang didn't let go: "Come on, little comrade, tell me what you think, am I doing this just to sleep with you?"

In fact, there is a voice in my heart that is laughing, yes.

Lan Ling flicked her short ponytail like a brush: "No, I thought, I want to be your woman, I admire your talent and vision, without those lifeless calculations, just like the song today, you are My faith is very manly."

It's a traffic jam, how pleasant it is to chat with a beautiful woman like this.

Take a luxurious space like a Rolls-Royce or a Bentley and don’t change it: "Well, it sounds nice, you can continue to praise me, but why do you think, I have to be your man, in terms of prettiness and talent, There is no worse than you."

He spoke lightly and choked Lan Ling.

Probably never heard of such a strange angle.

Jing Xiaoqiang said happily: "Yes, you may have been very proud all the time. You get what you want for being so good. Even if you dare to say you will be discharged from the army after taking the university entrance examination, you will be discharged. I told you a long time ago that when you were young and beautiful, you cultivated This kind of habit of doing whatever you want, when you get old and look bad, your mentality will collapse if the contrast is too great."

In fact, Broadway dancers have practiced for many years and their minds are relatively mature, and most of the models on the Fifth Avenue next to them are like this.

Relying on their youth and beauty, they are fascinated by the colorful world.

She thought that the whole world would pamper her all the time, but one can imagine the end result, it was a vanity fair that eats people without spit out bones.

Lan Ling's thoughts are always straight: "I remember every word you said, and it turns out that what you said is right, Jiuxian, so I want to be by your side all the time, I believe that even if I get old, you will nice to me."

Jing Xiaoqiang sighed: "Little friends are so naive. When you get along with others, you should talk about interests. If I help you become a star, I can also make money. You have the ability to make a lot of money. That's why we can continue to cooperate." Base."

Lan Ling stopped talking, but grabbed the pig's feet even harder.

Then grab it, Jing Xiaoqiang doesn't care: "Yes, I am indeed a scumbag, I just sleep around and don't talk about relationships at all, but there is a time period, and the childish state of being promiscuous is completely inappropriate for me now If you are in the rehearsal hall today, then whoever looks at my little eyes when directing the movements can immediately go out and have sex, but do I dare? If you mess around here, it’s not Daqu Lao Is it their face, so I have to control myself, I am no longer that little young man who can mess around, I have a musical career, I want to build a big theater, I want to export literary products to earn foreign exchange, and then mess around, this is great The scene may collapse because of my style, do you think it's a good deal?"

The short ponytail shook a few times, as if he had listened.

Jing Xiaoqiang turned her hand away by shifting gears, feeling a little satisfied in his heart that he could pretend to be a gentleman in front of beautiful women.

As a result, it took a long time to get out of the third ring road, and it was blocked again on the airport road.

It was dark back at the villa.

But I really heard He Jiongjiong's program on the radio.

Pan Yunyan was very dissatisfied: "The food is cold, I will go with you tomorrow, the surroundings are not fun at all!"

Jing Xiaoqiang said yes.

Pan Yunyan, who was about to act like a baby, was blocked.

Lan Ling, who was silent the whole time, suddenly took out the apartment key from her pocket and held it to Pan Yunyan with both hands: "Xiao An said that if you are tired, you don't have to run so far back, it's too traffic jam."

Pan Yunyan was overjoyed.

Jing Xiaoqiang stared at Lan Ling, a big grievance.

You are really afraid that the world will not be chaotic.

(End of this chapter)