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Chapter 98 "Blue and White Porcelain" in 0982 minutes, stunned the Spring Festival Gala program group

[098 Divine Comedy Blue and White Porcelain Comes Out]

Tuesday, one o'clock in the afternoon, the Yangshi building.

Today is the first trial of the Spring Festival Gala, and the little fresh meats came more than an hour in advance!
This is sheep vision!
This is the Spring Festival Gala program group!

Even the biggest celebrities and entertainers dare not offend Yangshi!

And Xiao Xianrou cherished this opportunity very much, even Wang Fanjing, who was in a mess, would be polite when he saw Feng Gangpao.

Even Hua Yuchen, the eternal god of the Chinese music scene who never puts anyone in his eyes, behaved well when meeting Feng Gangpao.

Who is Director Feng the chief director of the Spring Festival Gala?

Director Feng is not interested in these people, but what he cares about most is Su Qingyun.

"Strange, it's already one o'clock, why hasn't Su Qingyun come yet?"

Backstage, Director Feng paced back and forth anxiously.

He looked towards the hall more than a dozen times, but he didn't see Su Qingyun's figure.

"I can't wait any longer, I have to call and ask."

"My little ancestor, you can't be late!"

Director Feng glanced at the clock, it was already fifteen past one.

That old fellow Zhang Weijun didn't want to see Su Qingyun at all!
This is going to be late, it will definitely be targeted!
Director Feng made seven or eight phone calls in a row.

The phone went through, but no one answered.

"Outrageous, can you still lose contact at this moment?"

"This kid, won't you forget about today's first test?"

Director Feng was anxious like an ant on a hot pot, and the time for the first test was coming!
Under the pressure of those old antiques, he recommended Su Qingyun!
If this is a pick, where will he put his face as the chief director?
Director Feng immediately called everyone who knew Su Qingyun.

"Mimi, where's Su Qingyun? What, you're filming in Hengdian, don't you know? OK, let's get in touch again."

"Xiao Jiang, what? You can't get in touch with Su Qingyun, you are an assistant, so you can't get in touch with your boss?"

"Old Luo, oh, you didn't drink with Su Qingyun last night, okay, I'll ask again."

"Han Han, Su Qingyun is at your house. I drank too much last night and slept at your house?"

Director Feng made a round of phone calls and finally found someone from Han Han.

Without stopping, he immediately asked his assistant to drive him to Han Han's home.

Fortunately, Han Han's home in Beijing is not far from the Yangshi Building, and it takes only ten minutes to drive.

"Director Han, where is Su Qingyun?"

Seeing Han Han, Feng Gangpao asked out of breath.

After all, I am getting older, and this tossing is a bit powerless.

Han Han pointed to the guest room and said, "I'm sleeping in it. We drank until five or six in the morning last night, and we didn't leave until the bar closed."

"You young people, be temperate!"

Director Feng frowned, he was really afraid of something, what was coming.

After a loud knock on the door, the door was slammed open.

"Who? An earthquake?"

With her messy hair on her head, Su Qingyun looked out the door sleepily.

"Young Master Su, Young Master Su, don't sleep! Today is the first exam for the Spring Festival Gala, have you forgotten?"

Director Feng was so anxious that he could not help but drag Su Qingyun to leave.

"The first test of the Spring Festival Gala?"

Su Qingyun tapped his head: "Oh, it's Director Feng, I remembered, you said two o'clock, now..."

Su Qingyun glanced at the time and stretched:
"It's only 40 at one o'clock, so there's no time!"

"I'm going to wash up."

Saying that, Su Qingyun walked to the bathroom.

Director Feng opened his mouth and swallowed the words he wanted to scold his mother: "Su Qingyun, is your song ready?"

"What~ge?" Su Qingyun asked vaguely while brushing his teeth.

Director Feng's nose is crooked, this is the Spring Festival Gala!
This is the Spring Festival Gala that people all over the country are staring at!
Cooperating with you doesn't take it seriously at all!
"I mean, which song are you going to sing in the Spring Festival Gala?"

After Su Qingyun brushed her teeth and washed her face, she put on her coat.

He thought for a while and said, "Whatever, is there any theme?"

Director Feng thought for a while and said seriously:

"Generally speaking, the Spring Festival Gala has no theme!"

"But I personally suggest that it is best to use Hua Guofeng songs, which are more classical and have something to do with traditional culture!"

"You also know that young people like songs that are too trendy, but older audiences may not like them."

"You have to take care of the tastes of the elderly, and ancient songs are very good, killing both young and old!"

"I think your song "Luzhou Moon" is quite good."

While talking, the two got into the car and set off for the Yangshi Building.

"Oh! Hua Guofeng, traditional culture..."

Su Qingyun tapped his head, nodded and said:

"Director Feng, you are right. I also like traditional culture very much. The Spring Festival Gala should be more Chinese."

"Well, I'll write a song now!"

As he spoke, Su Qingyun took out a pen from his pocket, turned to a cigarette box, tore it open, used it as paper, and began to write and draw.

Feng Gangpao stared at it!

Are you writing songs now?
Why did you go early?
If it wasn't for murdering and breaking the law, he would like to strangle Su Qingyun to death now.

"My brother, what time is it now? You only have 10 minutes left to write a song!"

"Don't make noise, I'm almost done."

Soon, Su Qingyun handed the piece of paper to Feng Gangpao.

"Director Feng, take a look, the time is too fast, the arrangement must be too late."

"In the first test, I will play on the piano first. If I am sure, I will go back and be an accompanist."

"This accompaniment is quite troublesome, and there are quite a lot of instruments used."

Hearing Su Qingyun's words, Feng Gangpao frowned.

Are you talking nonsense?

In less than 2 minutes, you told me that you wrote a song!Want to use it for the Spring Festival Gala?

"Young Master Su, I have no grievances with you, why do you treat me like a fool!"

Feng Gangpao said in his heart, and took a look at the note.

The whole person froze.

He doesn't know much about the tune, but the lyrics are going to be a godsend!
"Plain embryo outlines blue and white brush strokes from dark to light"

"The peony depicted on the bottle is just like your first makeup"

"Ran Ran sandalwood through the window, I know what's on my mind"

"The pen on the rice paper is halfway here"

"The charm of the glazed rendering of the lady's picture is hidden"

"And your sweet smile is budding"

"Your beauty fades away"

"Go where I can't go"

Feng Gangpao read it out word by word.

His eyeballs widened bit by bit, and in the end, the eyeballs almost rolled down.

Immediately afterwards, read further down to the chorus part.

"Sky blue is waiting for misty rain and I am waiting for you"

"Cooking smoke rises thousands of miles across the river"

"Han Li at the bottom of the bottle imitates the elegance of the previous dynasty"

"Just when I foreshadowed to meet you"

"Sky blue is waiting for misty rain and I am waiting for you"

"Moonlight was salvaged and fainted and opened the ending"

"Like handed down blue-and-white porcelain, it takes care of its own beauty"

"You have a smile in your eyes"

……

After reading the lyrics, Feng Gangpao only felt buzzing in his brain!
Pale, pale.

If he wasn't in the car, he would have knelt down for Su Qingyun on the spot.

In the past, he didn't believe in the existence of geniuses, but now!
Pooh, genius is nothing, you have to kneel when you see me, Brother Su!
"Young Master Su, no, Master Su! You will be my uncle from now on!"

(End of this chapter)