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The next few days.

Liu Qianqian fully embraced the policy of "lying flat".

I sleep until the sun is high in the sky every day.

Once I woke up, I started a battle of wits with Dongdong in the living room.

On the morning of the fifth day of the Lunar New Year.

Commonly known as the fifth day of the Lunar New Year, it is a day to welcome the God of Wealth.

The streets of the capital remained deserted.

The heating in the villas of Shengshi Huating was turned up very high.

Yu Le stood in front of the kitchen counter, wearing loose loungewear.

He was holding a sharp kitchen knife and chopping scallions.

The blade made a regular tapping sound as it touched the cutting board.

The phone next to the kitchen counter vibrated.

Yu Le put down the kitchen knife.

I wiped my hands and picked up my phone.

I glanced at the caller ID.

It was an unfamiliar Beijing number.

I pressed the answer button and turned on speakerphone.

"Hello, who is this?"

A warm, middle-aged male voice came from the other end of the phone.

"Hello, Mr. Yu!"

"I am Wang Pingjiu from the Cultural Activities Department of the Beijing Organizing Committee for the Olympic Games."

Yu Le paused for a moment. He recognized the name as one of the core directors of the opening and closing ceremonies of the Olympic Games in later years, and immediately replied.

"Director Wang, Happy New Year!"

Wang Pingjiu sounded somewhat excited on the other end of the phone.

"Mr. Yu, I'm so sorry to bother you during the Chinese New Year."

"On New Year's Eve, I listened to Liu Yifei sing 'As You Wish' on the Spring Festival Gala."

"You wrote both the lyrics and the music, right?"

"I wrote it." Yu Le had already turned on the gas stove, and the blue flames licked the bottom of the pot.

Wang Pingjiu took a deep breath, and his tone became serious.

"Mr. Yu, you are a true talent!"

"That song has such a grand theme and scope, about national sentiment and the passing down of traditions. It made even a grown man like me feel passionate and my eyes welled up with tears!"

"To be honest, I'm currently soliciting theme songs for the Olympics."

"I'm calling you today because I'm going to shamelessly ask you, on behalf of the Organizing Committee, to formally request a song from you!"

Yu Le poured some oil into the pot and leaned against the edge of the counter.

"Director Wang, you're too kind."

"It is my honor to write a song for the Olympics."

"I'll take this job."

Wang Pingjiu didn't expect Yu Le to agree so readily.

He had prepared a whole host of arguments and even planned to visit them in person.

"Very good!"

"Mr. Yu, how long will it take you approximately?"

Yu Le picked up the egg and cracked it on the edge of the pot.

Give me a few days.

"I'll contact you once I've finished writing it."

.....

hang up the phone.

Liu Qianqian, wearing bunny pajamas, rubbed her eyes, yawned, and walked over.

"Dad, who called so early in the morning?"

Yu Le scooped the fried eggs into a plate and handed her a pair of chopsticks.

"Wang Pingjiu from the Beijing Organizing Committee for the Olympic Games."

"Contact me to request an Olympic song."

Liu Qianqian stared wide-eyed at Yu Le.

"Olympic songs?"

"Dad, this is a major national project!"

Yu Le pulled out a chair, sat down, and took a sip of warm water from his thermos.

"Stay calm."

"Eat your food."

Yu Muchen also joined in the fun.

"What's the Olympics? Is it more amazing than Ultraman?"

.......

a few days later.

Beijing, the Beijing Organizing Committee for the Olympic Games office building.

A staff member pushed open the door.

"Director Wang, Mr. Yu from Salty Fish Entertainment is here."

Wang Pingjiu suddenly stopped and hurried out to greet them.

Yu Le walked over wearing a casual trench coat.

"Mr. Yu, you've finally arrived!"

Wang Pingjiu gripped Yu Le's hand tightly and shook it vigorously.

"Please sit down, please sit down!"

Yu Le sat on the sofa and took out a brown paper bag from his briefcase.

He handed the paper bag to Wang Pingjiu.

"Director Wang, take a look at this."

Wang Pingjiu couldn't wait to tear open the paper bag.

Inside were several printed A4 sheets of paper.

Five large characters are written at the top.

"Beijing Welcomes You"

Wang Pingjiu's gaze was instantly drawn to this straightforward yet powerful name.

He looked down.

"Welcome another sunrise, bringing fresh air."

"The aroma changes but the sentiment remains; the fragrance of tea is filled with affection."

"My door is always open, welcoming you with open arms."

"Once you've hugged, you'll have a tacit understanding, and you'll fall in love with this place."

Wang Pingjiu's lips trembled slightly.

These lyrics.

There was no flowery language.

It's all in the simplest and most down-to-earth language.

However, it fully demonstrates the warm hospitality, inclusiveness, and magnanimity of the Chinese people as a great nation.

He held his breath and looked at the chorus.

"Beijing welcomes you, opening up new horizons for you."

"The charm in motion is full of vitality."

"Beijing welcomes you; let's share the breath under the sun."

"Refreshing achievements on the Loess Plateau."

Wang Pingjiu slapped his thigh suddenly.

"good!"

"Very good!"

He was so excited that his face turned red, and his hands holding the sheet music were trembling.

Wang Pingjiu's gaze followed the musical staff downwards.

He himself understands music.

The progression of this piece is exquisite.

There were no deliberately high notes to show off, nor were there any obscure or difficult-to-understand trills.

Its vocal range is very suitable for popular singing.

"Anyone with a dream is remarkable, and with courage, miracles can happen."

Wang Pingjiu recited this lyric.

His eyes were slightly red.

This line of poetry touched his heart.

Isn't the Olympic spirit all about this kind of striving and miracles?

He looked up at Yu Le, who was sitting opposite him leisurely drinking tea.

"Mr. Yu, these lyrics are absolutely brilliant."

"Every sentence resonates with the emotions of our fellow countrymen. It also expresses the warmth and hospitality of the Chinese people to the world."

"This melody incorporates our traditional pentatonic scale while also blending in modern pop elements."

"It's catchy and will definitely be sung throughout the country!"

"This is the song I've been looking for!"

Wang Pingjiu calmed his breathing and carefully placed the sheet music on the coffee table.

"Mr. Yu, who do you think would be the most suitable person to sing this song?"

"Yes... shall we continue to ask your daughter?"

Yu Le leaned back on the sofa and shifted into a more comfortable sitting position.

He shook his head.

"The scope of this song cannot be carried by one person alone."

Wang Pingjiu was stunned.

"Can't one person sing it all?"

"So you mean...?"

Yu Le looked at him and uttered four words.

"A star-studded performance."