Chapter 6 (1/2)

After about two minutes, the two people at work took off their earphones at the same time. Han Shilei inside looked at Chen Qingqing, and Chen Qingqing shook his head. Han Shilei immediately let out his breath and walked out of the isolation room.

”Lao Huang, tell me, this is the last song, not yet. I don't know what kind of songs Lao Chen wants? ” Han Shilei out of the isolation room, see Huang Peiqi come over, complain to him.

Chen Qingqing, Huang Peiqi and Han Shilei have been friends for decades, so they have nothing to say and nothing to be polite about.

Huang Peiqi said with a smile, ”Lao Han, don't you know Lao Chen's temper? How can a stubborn donkey be reconciled if he doesn't get a song that really suits his heart? ”

Han Shilei said in a hurry: ”all the songs that can be collected have been sung, and it is less than half a month from the first broadcast. Where do you want us to find the right one? What do you say, Chen? ”

Chen Qingqing gently kneaded his temple and rubbed his face fiercely. Then he said hoarsely, ”Lao Han, don't worry, don't get angry. I did it for the sake of the play. It's the best play I've ever made in my life. It's a good script, a good actor, a good director. There's no lack of any success factors. It can be said that every shot in this play is the crystallization of our crew's painstaking efforts. Even if we look at it as a super long film, it is not too much. If it's flawed because of the theme song, I can't shut my eyes when I'm dead. ”

Huang Peiqi also said solemnly at this time: ”Lao Chen is right. This play is absolutely a classic. A classic play needs classic songs to match. Your voice is majestic and full of confidence. It's called the voice of the emperor. It just matches the play. That's why we asked you to sing the theme song. It's a pity that there's no good song to match you. ”

Chen Qingqing frowned and said, ”we have selected three songs that we are struggling with. If there is really no way out, we can only choose the two most suitable for the opening and ending songs. Look at it first, Lao Huang. ”

Chen Qingqing found out three manuscripts and handed them to Huang Peiqi.

Huang Peiqi looked at the song and asked, ”all the songs are not suitable?”

Chen Qingqing nodded his head and said, ”we've all tried, no way.”

Huang Peiqi put down the manuscript and said with a smile, ”I'm not a professional. I can't understand the above things. However, what I want to tell you is that there is another song you haven't tried?”

Han Shilei, Chen Qingqing and Zhao asked in one voice: ”which one?”

Huang Peiqi pointed to Xiao Yunhai and said, ”this little brother is a student of Yao Wenyuan. After seeing the event of the Zhengge, he also wrote a song, which happened to meet me, so I brought him here. You can listen. ”

Xiao Yunhai rushed out and politely said, ”Hello, Mr. Chen, Mr. Han and Mr. Zhao. My name is Xiao Yunhai. Please give me more advice.”

Chen Qingqing and Han Shilei have seen Xiao Yunhai for a long time. They thought it was Lao Huang's nephew. Unexpectedly, they came to sell songs.

Chen Qingqing saw that Xiao Yunhai could not be humble and arrogant when he saw himself and Lao Han. There was a glimmer of hope in his heart for no reason. Anyway, it's all like this. It's better to listen to it. So he said to Xiao Yunhai with a kind face: ”little brother, let's listen to what you have brought. If it's right, I can't treat you badly. ”

Han Shilei's mouth was shrunken and he didn't speak. He said in his heart: ”how many masters in the music industry can't make this song, just rely on this young man? Hehe, are you kidding? Old Chen and Huang are really desperate to seek medical treatment. ”

Xiao Yunhai nodded and took out the CD he had just recorded yesterday from his pocket and handed it to Lao Zhao. Then he said, ”I just made the composition last night. There is no recording yet, so I need to sing by myself.”

”No problem.” Chen Qingdao agreed.

Xiao Yunhai went to the recording room and picked up the headset, indicating that Mr. Zhao could start. Mr. Zhao pressed the start button, a burst of majestic prelude, so that all people are spiritual shock.

Chen Qingqing's heart moved: ”there is a way.”

”Along the gentle curve of ups and downs of rivers and mountains,

the Central Plains, the north and the south of the Yangtze River that love the horse love,

in the face of the wind and rain of ice skates and snow swords,

cherish the golden year of China given to me by heaven.”