Reborn Cultural Empire

In 1998, the mainstream game was about Red Alert. Of course, more people were still tirelessly stepping on the maze in Xianjian. Age of Empires was still considered a niche game in cities in the Midwest of China.

That penguin won't show up for another year, and most people go online and look at portals, and then visit some assorted personal homepages, and anything can arouse people's strong interest.

Everything is new and interesting.

Online writing and reading have also appeared quietly, but they are far from reaching the level of development that Yang Yizhong had before his death.

But these, under the impetus of a certain reborn man behind the scenes, are quietly changing.

Su Wan finished her afternoon painting of mountains and rocks with Shen Songzhi. When she got home, she was pointing the two giant babies, one stupid and one idiot, to copy her cartoons. Suddenly, a familiar ethereal sound of mountains and rivers came from the TV in the living room on the first floor. .

The girl was startled, and subconsciously stopped writing. She remembered that the music was the soundtrack composed by Yang Yi for "Yun Huang. Mo Yan Shi".

Although among my readers and fans, these ethnic songs have been widely spread, almost being praised to the height of mountains and rivers, Guangling, but they are only limited to the ancient music circle that is gradually taking shape.

But outside the circle, the popularity of these songs was still so low that Su Wan was immediately surprised when they suddenly heard them on TV.

The girl here is still in a daze. Apart from painting, Gao Da has almost nothing that can attract his attention, but Yun Yeya also raised his head, speaking broken Chinese and staring at Su Wan: " Sister... Sister, it's your song."

It's not because of any other reasons, but Yang Yi once mentioned to her that the copyright of these songs belong to "us". Su Wan didn't ask what "we" meant, but she kept in mind Keep what he said - if others want to use these songs, they have to pay.

So without realizing it, Su Wan, who had already brought herself into the role of housekeeper, frowned slightly and walked down the stairs, wanting to see what was playing on the TV.

This is?

I looked at the TV screen unexpectedly, completely confused.

But at this time, Su Wan was far from the only one who was puzzled. Because it was broadcast simultaneously by more than a dozen satellite TV stations, almost many people who had just got off work or after school, saw the TV as soon as they turned on the TV. Among them, the picture is composed of simple and vigorous lines.

There are only a few ink strokes, and the picture is changing rapidly, but after being with Yang Yi for a long time, Su Wan can probably see that these freehand paintings probably started with Cangjie's creation of characters, and then Knotted ropes, Hetu Luoshu, Fuxi gossip, and then turned into oracle bones on the back of a turtle, into golden inscriptions on bells and tripods, into large and small seal letters on bamboo slips, and into official script on silk...

The tune is also vigorous, long-distance, and majestic, accompanied by the majestic drumbeat of a hammer and a thousand miles of mountains and rivers. Although it is a picture without any color, it is not inferior to those colorful pictures in the eyes of people in front of the TV.

Some people see the boundless desert, while the same picture and the same tune, in the minds of others, the vast rivers and rivers emerge.

But no matter what kind of images are generated in the mind, they are all mesmerizing, and I can't help but feel the blood boiling in my forehead.

This is the power of Chinese culture. Although the people who are watching the commercials are of different ages and experiences, some grew up listening to revolutionary red songs, while others have been immersed in the love of Hong Kong and Taiwan songs since they were young. When seeing such a picture and hearing such a tune, I still can't help being immersed in it.

It was as if he had returned to his hometown that he had never been back at once, as if he had found the lost soul in his blood.In fact, the imprint of "Huaxia" exists in everyone's heart in this land, but it is usually buried deeply. Now seeing this picture suddenly, hearing this voice, the soul hiding deep in the blood finally trembles woke up.

"Is this something that kid messed with again?" At Jiang Jianmo's house, the father and daughter were having dinner facing each other, and the jumping and changing black lines on the TV also made them stop eating and chopsticks.

The screen has stopped changing, and all kinds of texts are gathered on the screen, like flying ink butterflies wearing flowers, interlacing rapidly on one screen.

"Hey, it looks like the handwriting of that little guy Yang Yi." In the building of the teacher's family in No. [-] Middle School, Xue Haiqing had just picked up a piece of ribs for his grandson, and he was completely absorbed by the TV screen: "It's the same with his little one last time." It’s the same as Renshu’s advertisement!”

"It's not a comic book! It's a cartoon!" Xue Lingzi corrected dissatisfiedly.

Although it is different from the advertisement of "Yunhuang. Kyushu Wandering", whether it is the tune or the color, it is full of a touch of Chinese-style sadness and half-hidden pipa, but the vigorous and vigorous, sky-high Kuangyuan is also thick and heavy after thousands of years of precipitation.

Before many people figured out what was going on, they were immersed in the atmosphere created by the picture, liking it for no reason, just liking it.

After the words, there are pictures. The strange beast with nine heads and nine tails, and the strange bird with three wings and one leg are just simple slide presentation techniques, but they have whetted people's appetite.

Then the picture changes more and more quickly, the hero recruits Kunwu, the blue bird Bi Fang, and the mountain ghost riding a red leopard from a raccoon, and stepping on the nests of two green and yellow snakes... At the end, the flying dragon soars into the sky, and the phoenix appears in the picture. Flying ducks fly back, accompanied by the passionate sound of string music, one wave rises after another, and the black and white colors of different shades actually deduce the mighty momentum of the frenzied waves.

Jiang Nan had already forgotten to eat at this time, and just stared at the picture blankly. She was sure that there would definitely not be only a few people who were as upset as herself.

Dad, who usually has a calm face, doesn't his eyes show strangeness at this time?

"This kid is really capable of tossing around, and I don't know how his head grows." Jiang Jianmo came back to his senses and shook his head, but his eyes revealed his appreciation and emotion.

The nearly 2-minute screen played to the end, and the last dragon and phoenix turned into the seal decoration of the dragon and phoenix pattern of the Han Dynasty, and the official script logo of the Yanhuan Chinese website is below.

"This is..." Ji Tangdan took off his glasses, rubbed them, and quickly put them on again. The old man usually just turned on the TV to watch the news while eating, but this time he was rarely attracted by programs other than news. All of a sudden, the interest is particularly strong and I start sorting out].

"Wanwan, Xiaoyi Company made it again?" Su Wan's mother came out of the kitchen with a plate of fried bracken shreds, and asked curiously while watching the TV screen.

Su Wan didn't speak, but nodded silently, but in her heart she calculated with a little resentment how long it had been since that guy came to see her.

The final subtitles appeared on the TV screen - Yanhuan Chinese Website, the source of China's fantasy.

"No, it's actually an advertisement!" Some people hopped and shouted exaggeratedly: "I thought it was some archaeological show!"

"Stupid, you said that a TV series like "Feng Shen Bang" is more reliable!"

Only those who are a little more careful, or who are advertising practitioners themselves, will suddenly look at the alarm clock and watch: "This commercial is two and a half minutes long and almost three minutes long. What kind of website is this? I am really willing to invest in it."

No matter what kind of hot discussion this advertisement caused in the end, even after the statistics of some TV stations came out, the directors and directors in the station found that the ratings of the advertisement time had a small increase, at least Yan Huan The name Net has begun to imprint in the hearts of the audience.

……

"Wei Feifei, help me turn on a machine!" According to the curriculum arrangement of Yuezhou No. [-] High School, the first and second grades of senior high school still have rest time on weekends.

Now it was Chen Cheng's turn to clean up. When he picked up the water basin and went out to fetch water, he didn't forget to ask his classmates to help him grab a seat.

There are many families who can afford a computer in Yigao, but few parents are willing to spend this amount of money in high school, mostly because they are afraid that it will affect their children's studies.

Correspondingly, the business of each network is booming.

"Understood." While agreeing, Wei Feifei rushed out of the classroom. In order to seize the machine on weekends, he deliberately parked his bicycle at the gate instead of the carport.

……

It wasn't until Chen Cheng threw down the broom basin impatiently and rushed to the back of the net at a speed comparable to that of a professional triathlete, that he discovered the strangeness of today—it should have been full of excitement and excitement. In the constant net, there is no usual hot atmosphere at all, many people are staring at the screen, browsing something.

Even his good friend Wei Feifei didn't enter the Red Alert game, but just dragged the mouse.

"What are you doing?" He slapped Wei Feifei on the shoulder, shaking the boy who was watching him with excitement.

"Get out, you're sick!" Wei Feifei opened Chen Cheng's hand extremely annoyed, and immediately immersed himself in the computer screen again.

Chen Cheng leaned his head in puzzlement, and after only reading two or three lines, he completely forgot his purpose, and even more forgot that his machine was right next to Wei Feifei, but just leaned on Wei Feifei's back, eyes Stare at the screen for a moment.

"Quickly pull, quickly pull, I want to see the bottom!"

Unbearably troubled, Wei Feifei finally became annoyed: "Get out, there is your own machine next to it, you won't open it yourself!"

"How to look, how to look! Where to look!"

The quarrel between the two finally alarmed the young man on the other side who was also staring at the monitor intently. The man took the time to light a cigarette and glared at Chen Cheng disdainfully: "Stupid, Yan Huan Chinese website is not I know, and there is also a furball net."

At this time, Yang Yi, who was hiding in front of the computer and watching the user growth data report, thought of the admiring eyes of those employees who went to the Yanhuan.com office area just now, and his heart was full of joy.

Will he tell others that it took him three days to write a sweet potato text like "I'm the Grand Master" casually?