A pleasant life in a courtyard

Chapter 425 Is it a nation or a constellation?

Unlike Li's biological mother, Qiu Fanghua is still very reasonable as a wife.

On weekdays, if the eldest grandson complained when Li's mother was around, Li Xiang would suffer some physical pain.

Unfortunately, the chief judge is not here today, so no one took the complaint from the victim, Xiao Li Rui.

Qiu Fanghua skillfully picked him up from the child's chair, and then took him to take a bath and change clothes.

Li Xiang continued to stay and eat his meal.

At the end of the meal, his eyes lingered on the glass with some malted milk left.

He listened carefully to the movement in the room again, and it didn't look like he would come out anytime soon.

Soon after, Li Xiang picked up the cup and emptied his son's remaining drink.

After drinking it in one sip, I smacked it in my mouth. It was so sweet that it was so delicious.

At this time, he was flipping through the small book he took out from the space.

When his wife has nothing to do, she rarely comes to disturb him.

Instead, they were signed by him in the form of song scores, novels, and videos.

Guests from far away ask you to stay?

There was a set of rattan chairs in the middle. Li Xiang usually sat on the rattan chair when he read, so there were a lot of information books piled on the coffee table in the middle.

Found it, that's it

The book he is holding now is a list of cultural and entertainment works.

His desk was placed against the wall. Except for the back, it was surrounded by bookshelves filled with books.

Li Xiang's study was tidied up so that he felt safe.

She didn't see Li Xiangren in the room, and she didn't plan to look for him. No need to think about it, he must be in the study again.

Li Xiang's fingers skimmed over the small book line by line, and did not stop until he reached the page almost in the middle.

When Li Xiang is at home, he usually stays here.

No, this song already exists.

Because the categories are too many and too complex, the contents recorded in different notebooks are also different.

Naturally, these works are not in the form of being signed and imprinted in his mind.

Soon, a thick colored book appeared in the middle of the desk.

He also has many small notebooks, and the one he took out today is just one of them.

What Li Xiang is looking for now is a playlist, which he vaguely remembers called "One Hundred Classic Red Songs."

In addition to these things, there are also many interesting ornaments, large or small, placed in the open spaces of the room. Li Xiang picked these up and took them out without any taboos.

When Qiu Fanghua settled her son and came out, the table had been cleared.

The purpose of the book is to record the list of items signed in over the years.

Let's swing our breasts, children's songs seem good for chorus.

ah! There is also.

There is no such thing as Little Baiyang. It tells the story of frontier warriors.

No, no, no, it doesn’t make sense. I’ve never been to XJ.

Li Xiang flipped through page after page, picking and choosing.

It seems that being a copywriter is not that simple.

There are many songs that I have been familiar with since childhood, but I didn’t expect that each of them is already so old.

A classic is a classic.

Some songs are suitable for the age, but the content of the songs is not in line with Li Xiang’s experience.

He was worried about spilling the beans when he took it out rashly.

It was written around the turn of the millennium or later, and the arrangement and lyrics are a bit too fashionable, so it would be very strange to put it out now.

After choosing all night, Li Xiang found a satisfactory choice from the playlist until Qiu Fanghua came to urge him. When he walked out of the study room, Li Xiangdu started humming.

"Fifty-six ethnic groups, fifty-six flowers."

"Fifty-six tribes, brothers and sisters are one family."

As Li Xiang sang, he thought to himself that this time he would take this opportunity to change the zodiac sign in the first line to nationality.

He has lived two lives and has never had the chance to understand what the fifty-six constellations are trying to express.

He was not the only one who had this question in later generations.

This anthem was composed for the 1991th China Ethnic Minority Games held in .

Once released, it became popular all over the country due to its lively tunes and positive lyrics.

But in everyone’s impression, the first sentence has always been about fifty-six ethnic groups, and it is also extremely consistent with the content of the lyrics that follow.

No matter how the major platforms emphasize that it is not a nation but a zodiac sign, everyone seems to turn a deaf ear and say that I have been singing like this since I was a child.

In the past, Li Xiang had no chance and could only stick to himself.

This time he had to break it all together.

"Love me, China, and the athletes will step up."

"Love my China and build our country."

Li Xiang returned to the room humming and showed off a few words in front of his wife.

"How's it going? It sounds okay." He looked at Qiu Fanghua expectantly.

When Qiu Fanghua heard him singing the first line, she put down the book in her hand and listened carefully.

"This tune is really special. I want to dance when I listen to it." Qiu Fanghua said with a smile.

That's not true. Some parts of this song draw on the tones of ethnic minorities such as Guangxi and Yunnan.

Joy is really joyful, hard control is also really hard control.

"If you think it's okay, I'll hand this over when they come back tomorrow." Li Xiang said happily with a grin.

"It's so fast, you won't change it anymore." Qiu Fanghua thought this was the first draft.

It's not impossible that a country can be determined with just one draft, but this time the superiors attach so much importance to it that they can get it done once they submit the draft.

"Well, as long as you don't tell me, and they don't know that I showed up, they will just say that I was hiding under the box." Li Xiang lifted up the quilt and lay down on the bed.

Qiu Fanghua leaned over, leaned her head on his shoulder, and said softly: "I'm not stupid, how could I reveal your true identity to others?"

Li Xiang hugged her, tilted his head and kissed the top of her head, sighing contentedly.

. . . . . .

The next day, yesterday's visitor reported at Li Xiang's door on time again today.

The result of going to another place yesterday was still not satisfactory, so he returned to Li Xiang's place. It was pure luck to treat a dead horse as a living horse.

It was Huang Tian who paid off and was met by him this time.

When Li wanted to hand him the lyrics and music draft, the man only scanned it once, and he was already sure that he had found the finale song this time.

"If you can use it, use it. If you can't use it, don't come to me again." Li Xiang looked at his look and said deliberately.

"It works, it works, it's so useful. Comrade Li Xiang, you have such a good work, why are you taking it out now." While the man was talking, he had already put the manuscript into his briefcase.

This was because he was afraid that Li Xiang would regret it and take the manuscript back.

At the same time, he also took out the retouching fee and put it on the table.

The retouching fee was packed in a paper envelope, which was almost bursting.

Li wanted to know that each one was worth the maximum amount of ten yuan. They really spent a lot of money this time.

Many literary artists who have just returned are really impressed by the huge retouching fees.

Spending thousands of gold to buy horse bones is nothing more than that.

(End of this chapter)