This man knows how to hype

Chapter 464 Looking back suddenly, that person is at the end of the lights
"I walked and stopped along the way, following the traces of the boy's drifting. Before I stepped out of the car, I hesitated. I couldn't help but laugh at the homesickness, which was still unavoidable..."

As the saying goes: use music to express feelings and sing to express aspirations.

There are many criteria to judge whether a song is good or not.

But no matter how many technical standards there are, music or all art, ultimately serves human emotions.

At this moment, walking on the campus, recalling the song "The Wind Rises" sung by Xu Xiyu on the stage just now, Ke Xinying's emotions were extremely complicated.

Her thoughts inexplicably drifted to the song "Xiaochou" sung by Xu Xiyu when they were recording "Love's Study Tour".

"Xiaochou" is very good, full of sarcasm. The character was so sarcastic that he cried in the car, but in the end he was coaxed into peace by this bad guy.

Of course, in addition to irony, this song also emphasizes his determination to not go along with the crowd, but even so, the feelings it expresses are still inevitably a bit "cautious".

This also fits Xu Xiyu's situation at the time. He was just starting out, and even though he had every ability, due to his shallow foundation and the strength of his opponent, he could only choose to be "cautious."

But now, the opponents are just as strong and even put more pressure on him. However, in this song "The Wind Rises", Xu Xiyu no longer has that cautious feeling, and all he has is a carefree and confident mood.

Just like the lyrics go: "I once found it hard to extricate myself from the vastness of the world, and indulged in the dream talk in it, unable to distinguish true from false, without struggle, and without fear of being laughed at...walking against the light, regardless of the wind and rain."

Thinking of this, Ke Xinying's gaze first glanced at the back of Xu Xiyu, who was being pestered and chattered by Yu Yuyu in front of her.

Then he looked at Lu Qinyao, who was separated from him.

Perhaps she felt her gaze, or perhaps Lu Qinyao had the same mood as Ke Xinying at this moment. The moment Ke Xinying looked over, she also looked over.

The two of them just stared at each other from a distance.

A second later, they all gave each other an imperceptible eye roll, sneered in dissatisfaction, turned their heads back, and cursed in their hearts: Little bitch!
Although their actions were covert, they were still noticed by Yang Xueqing.

So, the corners of Yang Xueqing's mouth curled up, and she boasted in her heart: You two little trash, fight, fight quickly, make that guy annoyed, and I will be the legal wife!

Naturally, no one else knew what the three of them were thinking, or rather, no one paid attention.

At this time, everyone was still amazed at Xu Xiyu's musical creation ability.

As I said, there are many criteria to judge whether a song is good or not, but it ultimately serves people's emotions.

Three years after Xu Xiyu left school, he returned with great success and brought with him a "National Style Culture Festival".

In this situation, the emotions that the song "The Wind Rises" brings to the listeners are indescribable.

"Sister, what should we do?" Li Shangling was walking, and suddenly turned her head and spoke in a voice that only the two of them could hear.

Li Shangrong was stunned when she heard this, and asked softly, "What should we do?"

“I think I’m about to fall in love.”

This incoherent sentence made Li Shangrong fall into silence. The two sisters were different from Ke Xinying and the others. They just wanted to rely on Xu Xiyu.

In other words, it is not necessarily true that they really love Xu Xiyu.

But today, thinking about Xu Xiyu playing and singing on the stage, Li Shangling gradually became obsessed.

This is not a good thing.

Because both of them felt that nothing would come of it with Xu Xiyu, and after a few years, when they got tired of playing around or someone younger and prettier came along, then...

"Calm down, don't end up hurting yourself." Li Shangrong reminded with a sigh. Compared to her sister, she was much more rational.

As soon as these words came out, a trace of trance flashed in Li Shangling's eyes.

In my mind, Xu Xiyu's singing voice began to float again: "I once turned my youth into her, and played the midsummer with my fingertips. I will just follow fate as my heart moves..."

"Brother, I think you can take advantage of these few days to shoot a MV at school." Yu Yuyu didn't have so many complicated thoughts. She just simply felt that the song was so fitting, so she was a little excited.

"No filming." Xu Xiyu felt helpless. This girl kept chattering non-stop.

"Why not shoot it? It's a good thing. It would be a waste if we don't shoot a music video for such a good song." Yu Yuyu continued to persuade her. Her voice was quite loud, so everyone in the group listened as they walked.

As we listened, someone joined the discussion: "Yes, Mr. Xu, it's just a matter of convenience. This song is really good. I think people will sing it every year during the start of school and graduation season."

"I think that once the official version is completed, it will soon be played on campus radio stations across the country. In ten or eight years, it will definitely become a memory of a generation."

Hearing everyone talking at once, Xu Xiyu smiled and said, "If that's the case, then there's no need to shoot a music video."

"Why?" Yu Yuyu was puzzled.

"Because, when this song sounds on the school radio, the scene that everyone sees when they look up is the best MV, and it is an MV that belongs to them alone." Xu Xiyu said and patted Yu Yuyu's head.

Yu Yuyu was stunned by these words.

Not only her, but everyone else who heard it was also stunned.

Li Shangling, in particular, felt an outburst of emotion that she could no longer control.

On the other side, in a hotel in Shanghai, Qi Xiangyang couldn't control himself either.

Looking at the video of #徐希羽唱# which directly topped the trending searches and saw the number of likes and comments skyrocket.

He couldn't help but complain: "What a fucking show-off! Is it so great to be able to write songs? And the wind is blowing, what does this song have to do with the wind?"

Listening to his complaints, the secretary shut up obediently.

Because she knew that her boss must have remembered the rumors that were circulating within the company when he was competing with Hua Qing. In these rumors, all of them compared him with Xu Xiyu.

Comments like "He's not as handsome as Xu Xiyu, nor as talented as Xu Xiyu. They're both chairmen, so why is there such a big gap between them?" keep popping up.

If the boss heard this kind of words under normal circumstances, he would just laugh it off.

But the situation was special at that time, and if I said too much, I really broke his defense.

From then on, every time his boss saw Xu Xiyu produce a well-received work, he would habitually break down, even if the work had nothing to do with him.

"You bastard! You are the boss of such a big company after all. Do you have a lot of free time? How can you find time to write songs? This kind of idiot will bring Huaqing down sooner or later!" Qi Xiangyang complained again.

The secretary was so shocked that he almost couldn't hold back his laughter.

"Come on, pack up your things. I think it's almost time. Let's go there quickly." Qi Xiangyang glanced at the secretary who was trying to hold back a laugh.

After saying that, he continued to mumble.

"Damn, your family is on the trending search list? It's hard to be on the list every day, right?"

"I used to be so obsessed with the world, bah! Who is the world? Which woman is called the world? How big is she? You have the nerve to sing pornographic songs in public, how shameless! He tui~~"

Complain as I go.

The secretary felt like his head was starting to hurt after hearing this. It wasn’t because he was annoyed, but because he was trying to hold back his laughter.

Just like that, I held it all the way to the school gate.

At this time, the sky was already getting dim. Under the lights at the school gate, there was a crowd of people. Looking around, there were young men and women wearing Hanfu everywhere.

As mentioned before, the National Style Culture Festival does not sell tickets, but not selling tickets does not mean that everyone can enter, after all, the school’s venue has limited carrying capacity.

Therefore, a turnstile was set up at the entrance.

After making an appointment in advance through official channels, you will get a QR code and can enter by scanning it. The process is similar to making an appointment to enter a museum.

Qi Xiangyang naturally had a way to get the QR code.

So, after waiting in line for a while, I entered the school quickly.

Coincidentally, as soon as he came in, he saw a familiar figure in the crowd.

Mao Gaojun is here too.

"Mr. Mao, Mr. Mao!" The secretary reacted quickly and shouted loudly for Qi Xiangyang.

Hearing the shout, Mao Gaojun turned his head, and the moment he saw Qi Xiangyang, he was delighted. He walked slowly towards him and said, "Hey, Lao Qi, you're here too?"

"Know yourself and know your enemy." Qi Xiangyang laughed and glanced around again.

Then he exclaimed in amazement: "This is quite a big event. I thought it was just a fashion show, but it's almost like an amusement park."

What he said was not random. On this main road leading to the school gate, there is a large sign every few dozen meters, such as an oversized sculpture of a traditional Chinese character.

On the road, there were many people who were obviously invited by the authorities, wearing costumes with various ethnic elements for tourists to collect stamps and check in.

Looking further out, you can see that the various tributaries and forks have been decorated more delicately. For example, the sky above the nearest fork is full of colorful intangible cultural heritage lanterns, which is quite beautiful.

If you can pull your view upwards, you can clearly feel that the entire venue of the National Style Culture Festival is connected by the main road and the large squares in front of several school buildings.

"I heard that the diversion flow plan here was made by the people from Happy Valley, and these exhibits were also produced by their partners over there." Mao Gaojun spoke again.

It is important to plan the flow and movement of tourists after they enter the door.

If they are all piled together, or the movement lines are chaotic, people will have to make unnecessary turns while shopping, which will affect both safety and experience.

Happy Valley has more experience in this regard, and Ke Xinying is indeed cooperating with them.

"Tell me, with such a big event, how do they make their money back? From advertising fees? Or sell some souvenirs here?" Qi Xiangyang asked as he walked in side by side with Mao Gaojun.

"No matter." Mao Gaojun shook his head.

"No matter?" Qi Xiangyang was puzzled.

"Yes, don't worry about it. As I said, what we need to consolidate is our position in film and television and artists. No matter how well he does in this cultural festival, it has nothing to do with us. Some people are more anxious than us." Mao Gaojun continued.

"If that's the case, then why are you here today?"

"This kind of activity is rare. I actually like traditional Chinese culture very much. If I was born a few hundred years earlier, I might also be a famous figure." Mao Gaojun laughed.

As soon as these words came out, Qi Xiangyang's mouth twitched, and he complained in his heart: If Xu Xiyu was born a few hundred years earlier, it would be possible, but you? You don't even look as good as me!

He complained in his heart, but the beautiful female companion that Mao Gaojun brought was very understanding and said with a smile: "If you were born a few hundred years earlier, what would those poets and lyricists have to do with?"

"Hahaha." Mao Gaojun laughed.

The female companion looked at the intangible cultural heritage display area of ​​lanterns not far away and said, "It is really the east wind that blows thousands of flowers at night, and blows down stars like rain. The road is filled with the fragrance of BMWs and carved carriages, the sound of phoenix flutes moves, the light of jade pots turns, and fish and dragons dance all night."

When Mao Gaojun heard this, he also became interested.

Holding the tune, he stood with his hands behind his back and gently turned his body and said, "The moth is covered with golden threads of snow willow, and the smile and fragrance are gone. I have searched for him among the crowd for hundreds of times, and suddenly I turned around and saw, damn, Bu Zhaojie!"

(End of this chapter)