Tanabata Diva Concert: Happy Breakup

Chapter 173 Chapter 173: Mrs. Jiang Ci, Zhang Yunyao

In Li Kun's office, there was a beautiful woman. She looked at Li Kun with sharp eyes, while Li Kun had an apologetic smile on his face. It was not until Jiang Ci arrived that Li Kun breathed a sigh of relief.

When Jiang Ci saw the beautiful woman, he smiled and shouted, "Hello, Master."

Jiang Ci will not underestimate this beautiful woman, she is a member of the system, she can almost throw Li Kun to the top of Mount Everest.

"Xiao Ci is here, sit down quickly." As soon as Zhang Yunyao saw that the person coming was Jiang Ci, she immediately asked Jiang Ci to sit down with great enthusiasm. This is a great talent.

Zhang Yunyao is an honorary professor of the Department of Literature at Huaqing University. He is currently the editor of the Ministry of Rites and has the authority to include primary school and junior high school textbooks and other Chinese articles.He is a powerful figure.

"Master, you are being too polite, and the students are panicking." Jiang Ci bowed his hands to the beautiful woman very politely.

"You kid still knows how to be afraid. You are so scared. Those old guys in the Poetry Association are about to be disbanded because of your rebuke." Although Zhang Yunyao seemed to be blaming her, she was in a really good mood. For Zhang Yunyao, poetry The old stubborn people in the association are unwilling to make progress, do not listen to good advice, and are stubborn.

Just like the general meaning of the poem written by Jiang Ci, it's time to go home and farm.

"Ahem," Jiang Ci coughed to hide his embarrassment, so he said, "Actually, this matter is really none of my business, the main reason is that others put their faces in front of me and asked me to beat them. If so If I still don't fight back, then I will lose face to you, Mistress."

Zhang Yunyao shook her head with a smile, and gracefully picked up the tea on the coffee table and took a sip.

"You bastard, you are so old and still act like a child, holding grudges." He cursed with a smile.

At this time Li Kun asked: "Jiang Ci, I wonder what you meant by calling me before?"

Jiang Ci looked at Li Kun and smiled: "Mentor, I would like to invite you to be Lin Yanyu's assistant guest on Chengzi Channel's I Am a Great Singer."

Li Kun looked at Jiang Ci blankly: "No, I'm a teacher and I can't sing. You invited me to be an assistant performer. What do you think, you want my mentor to go on stage and embarrass me?"

"Teacher, look at what you said, how can I let you go on stage to embarrass yourself? I have no intention of letting you sing. Didn't I ask you before, how is your calligraphy? I want you to be on stage Come on, write down the lyrics that Lin Yanyu sang, and she will sing it alone."

Jiang Ci hurriedly explained.

After Jiang Ci's mistress heard this, she laughed wildly, "Haha, you ask him to go up and write calligraphy. His handwriting is so ugly, and he has the nerve to go up and show off his calligraphy. If he goes up to perform calligraphy, he will do it the next day." Being sprayed into a sieve by the big guys in the literary world.”

Jiang Ci looked at Li Kun suspiciously,

Li Kun smiled helplessly at his wife's accusation.

"Jiang Ci, I said that I have a little understanding of calligraphy, but that is really a little understanding, not modesty." Li Kun had a helpless expression on his face.

Jiang Ci understood at this moment, slightly understood, slightly understood the true meaning,
Is the meaning of these two words already so broad and profound?

The bewildered expression on Zhang Yunyao's mind made Zhang Yunyao curious about what kind of lyrics Jiang Ci wrote, and Li Kun was required to come on stage as an assistant,

"What are your lyrics like? Maybe I can help you find someone who can do calligraphy to help you perform on stage." Zhang Yunyao said. Jiang Ci had listened to her class in the literature department and was considered his student. .

Jiang Ci smiled and said, "Isn't it coming to the Mid-Autumn Festival? I wrote a song about the Mid-Autumn Festival."

Zhang Yunyao knew that Jiang Ci's literary skills were quite solid. She spent almost the first half of her freshman year at school and never went out of school. She was either studying or reading in the library. Her enthusiasm for learning made her a little ashamed.

"Oh, then write it down quickly so that I can observe and learn from it." Zhang Yunyao said.

Now that Mrs. Shi said so, Jiang Ci definitely couldn't refuse, "Okay," Jiang Ci then took out a notebook from his backpack, and took out a pen along the way,
write on blank paper
"Water Tune Getou" When Will the Moon Come?
When will the moon be there?
Ask the sky for wine,
I don't know the heavenly palace
今昔 是 何 年

I want to ride the wind back home
Lest Qionglou Yuyu
May people live long,
Thousands of miles together Chanjuan.

Jiang Ci's handwriting is clear and handsome, but this is not what shocked Li Kun and Zhang Yunyao. What shocked them was that it was a Mid-Autumn Ci, and the title of the water tune was the name of the lyrics.

"I hope that people will live forever and share the beauty of the moon thousands of miles away. Okay, okay, it will be passed down through the ages." Zhang Yunyao, as the editor of the Ministry of Rites, can tell Jiang Ci responsibly that this poem will definitely be included in the Chinese textbooks of junior high schools.

Li Kun was stunned when he looked at the words on the notebook. He paused for a while and then said, "Is it too late for me to practice calligraphy now?"

"It's too late, Xiao Ci, you said this is the lyrics of a song, can you sing it for me, I'm really curious." In Zhang Yunyao's eyes, it seemed that Jiang Ci was A glistening gold bump in general.

"Of course. Although I haven't made an arrangement yet and I don't have an accompaniment, I can sing a cappella for the two teachers." After Jiang Ci finished speaking, he began his cappella.

A few minutes later, even Zhang Yunyao, who was not as musically accomplished as Li Kungao, was shocked.
She looked at Jiang Ci and asked with a look of shock: "Xiao Ci, you said that you are planning to have Lin Yanyu sing this song on the I Am A Great Singer stage?"

Jiang Ci said truthfully: "Yes, Master, I think her voice is more suitable for singing this song."

Zhang Yunyao immediately made the decision and said: "This song cannot be sung on a program where I am a big singer. It is really a waste, not to mention it is the first singing. It must not be on some small Orange TV station. CCTV happened to be preparing for the Mid-Autumn Festival Gala, so let me Let Lin Yanyu come to CCTV to sing the song. This doesn’t mean that the song has been buried, but the main thing is the lyrics. As soon as this song comes out, the people in the Poetry Association will probably be ashamed."

Jiang Ci opened his mouth wide, and looked at his wife in disbelief, but he believed in his wife's ability, and it would be absolutely fine to arrange for Lin Yanyu to sing this song at the Mid-Autumn Festival Gala, and the song was first released on CCTV, the program director of the CCTV Mid-Autumn Festival Gala will also be praised, and this must be a win-win situation.

Moreover, the Mid-Autumn Festival Gala will be broadcast live globally on the Orange Channel program on the second night of the program on Yangma TV Station in the Imperial Capital.

This influence is two different things entirely.

Seeing Jiang Ci's dumbfounded expression, Zhang Yunyao said solemnly, "Master, make a call immediately, and I'm sure there will be no accidents in this matter."

Zhang Yunyao felt that if Shangshu of the Ministry of Rites performed calligraphy on stage for this poem, no one would be able to say anything.

As for the envy of other departments, let them be envious.

After Zhang Yunyao finished speaking, he made a call.

(End of this chapter)