Huayu09: Starting with Hijacking Xiao Shenyang

Chen Mo pondered for a moment, then wrote lyrics and composed music with great flourish.

Even though Liu Yifei knew that the scoundrel was incredibly talented, she still couldn't help but sigh that geniuses and humans are not the same species.

Ten minutes later.

"Call Yang over."

"it is good."

Xiao Shenyang ran over from the next ward.

"Junior brother, what can I do for you?"

"Yang-ge, this is the lyrics and music. You have two days to practice."

"knew!"

Xiao Shenyang was so excited that he almost stood at attention and saluted.

I took the lyrics and music and watched them.

The word is a good word.

But he can't read music.

"Junior brother, can you sing it once? I recognize these symbols, but I don't recognize them."

"Okay." Chen Mo nodded, then instructed, "After filming 'A Simple Noodle Story,' Master will let you rest for a while, which is a good opportunity to learn music reading from Senior Brother Tang."

"Okay, junior brother."

Xiao Shenyang readily agreed.

Chen Mo doesn't need to look at the lyrics and music; everything is on the control panel.

"The plum blossoms in the third nine-day period of winter have turned the snow on the mountains red."

"Desolate branches and shadows."

"The crescent moon shines on people as they sleep."

"Northeast Folk Song" is a song with strong Northeast regional characteristics, composed by Mao Buyi.

On the surface, it depicts the customs and folkways of Northeast China, including gongs and drums, firecrackers, lanterns, and the God of Wealth.

Lively and festive, with the flavor of a traditional rural New Year.

Upon closer examination, it reveals the tragic love story of a wanderer.

But in fact.

"The setting sun in the north is her red makeup."

"A mountain of pines and cypresses served as bridesmaids."

"Waiting for her lover to return home in glory."

"In this life, I will only be with you."

The song's finishing touch appears, with a deep voice and a restrained melody, neither noisy nor disruptive.

There are no tricks here, only emotions. It tells the story of a tragic love, and also the heartache of a Northeasterner who is away from home and cannot return.

The song perfectly captures the desolate beauty of Northeast China. The land is vast and the people are talented, yet they can't keep their own children. Every word is filled with helplessness and homesickness.

The hometown cannot contain the body, and a foreign land cannot accommodate the soul.

The song ended.

You could hear a pin drop in the ward.

Do you have any cigarettes?

Zhao Benshan broke the silence.

"The doctor forbids you from smoking."

Chen Mo stopped him.

"Have a smoke, it won't hurt."

Zhao Benshan's voice trembled slightly, and his eyes were red.

Chen Mo remained silent.

"Big brother, I brought it."

Jiang Wen took out a cigarette, offered one to Zhao Benshan, and lit one for himself.

"Gada".

Cigarettes are lit, and smoke swirls around them.

The room remained quiet.

Two minutes later, Zhao Benshan stubbed out his cigarette and stared blankly at the ceiling.

"Xiao Mo, your master is homesick."

"Let's observe you for a while longer. We'll take you back once you've fully recovered."

"well…"

……

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Media reports also indicated that "Project Gutenberg" grossed nearly 3000 million yuan in two days, overwhelming "A Simple Noodle Story," and that the director's reputation was in jeopardy.

The cast and crew of "Project Gutenberg" held a promotional event at the Wanda Cinema in Fengtian. The main cast and crew shared some behind-the-scenes stories, and then Xiao Shenyang appeared. Fox.com was responsible for recording the event.

The next day.

The freshly released video of the "Northeast Folk Song" performance was uploaded to FoxNet, and Zhang Chaoyang gave it all the recommendations he could.

An internet cafe in southern China.

After finally making it to Saturday for a break, Xiao Shuai, who was playing Legendary mode, was feeling a bit tired.

Open FoxNet and relax.

Featured on the homepage with the title: "[Peerless City Box Office Championship: First Performance of 'Northeast Folk Song']"

Xiao Shuai is a native of Heilongjiang Province. He majored in computer science in college, but he couldn't find a suitable job in his hometown, so he had to leave his hometown and go south.

Two years have passed in the blink of an eye, and I have not been home since, nor have I set foot on that scorching black soil again.

Double-click the mouse to play the video.

"The plum blossoms in the third nine-day period of winter have turned the snow on the mountains red."

"Desolate branches and shadows."

"The crescent moon shines on people as they sleep."

The familiar tone and quiet melody instantly captivated Xiao Shuai's ears.

The more you listen, the more addictive it becomes.

Mom's sticky rice dumplings were cooked, Grandma bent over to fetch firewood from the woodpile, and Dad was working in the fields in his four-wheeled vehicle.

Has Grandpa come back from herding the cattle?

Is my younger sister studying hard at school?

As he thought about it, Xiao Shuai's eyes welled up with tears.

Then the song reaches its climax.

"The setting sun in the north is her red makeup."

"A mountain of pines and cypresses served as bridesmaids."

"Waiting for her lover to return home in glory."

"In this life, I will only be with you."

Xiao Shuai thought of his high school girlfriend, Xiao Mei, who was still in their hometown in Northeast China but had already gotten married and had children.

"Waaaaah... Waaaaah..."

Twenty-five or twenty-six-year-old men were sobbing uncontrollably while burying their faces in their keyboards.

A construction site in southern China.

Under the scorching sun, Sanhuzi had just finished pushing a truckload of cement. He stood up, rubbed his stiff back, and used a handkerchief whose original color was hard to discern to wipe away the sweat that just wouldn't dry.

"Tiger, listen to this. It's a song that Director Chen, who's been really popular lately, wrote specifically for your Northeast region. I think it's pretty good."

A fellow worker from the south ran over with an old Nokia phone, which contained downloaded copies of "Northeast Folk Songs".

"Really? Director Chen is from Northeast China. His first film, 'Black Coal, Thin Ice,' was about a story from our Northeast. I just don't know why it hasn't been released yet. I guess I'll have to go see 'Project Gutenberg' after work tonight."

"I watched it yesterday, it was really good. You Northeasterners are tall and handsome, so you're perfect for acting in movies and TV series. Tiger, you're not bad either, maybe you'll make it in the film and television industry in the future."

"Stop joking, I don't have that kind of idea."

As the two were chatting, singing began to play.

"The setting sun in the north is her red makeup."

"A mountain of pines and cypresses served as bridesmaids."

"Waiting for her lover to return home in glory."

"In this life, I will only be with you."

The song, which lasted only a few minutes, quickly ended, and Sanhuzi stood there dumbfounded.

"Tiger?"

"Tiger! What's wrong with you? Are you stupid?"

"I...I want to go home."

Similar incidents have occurred throughout China.

This is the true meaning of "Northeast Folk Songs".

Children in Northeast China, it's snowing, time to go home for the Chinese New Year!

"Woo! Woo! Woo!"

The train sped along, its whistle blaring.

Train T14, Yangcheng East → Fengtian North.

Train K336, from Ning City to Chuncheng.

Train Z112, from Haishi to Bingcheng.

Train K339, from Beijing to Jiamusi.

……

It was late September, not yet the National Day Golden Week holiday, but the train carriages were already packed with people, including elderly people with gray hair, interns who had just started working, and young couples holding their children.

The carriage should have been lively, because people from Northeast China are very hospitable, and the three provinces don't distinguish between each other. But now, hardly anyone is talking.

Everyone seems to have something on their mind.

until--

"Ladies and gentlemen, the next stop on the train is Shanhaiguan Station."

Children from Northeast China who wander far from home will desperately miss their hometown in every quiet night. In those snowy winters, with thick cotton-padded coats wrapped around their legs, every step is difficult, and the biting wind is like a knife scraping their face. They really dare not go out without wearing a mask.

It's cold and backward here; it can't give you the poetry and distant places you want.

But when you've been away for a while, you really want to feel that biting cold wind again, to fall stupidly on the ice, and to hear the elderly people on the street, all bundled up tightly, calling out kindly, "Child, is this enough to eat?"

"Grandpa, how old are you? Where did you come from?"

Sounds gradually filled the carriage.

Once you cross Shanhaiguan, you'll be home.

"I'm 72 years old. My hometown is Harbin. Back then, I responded to the national call to support the Third Front construction and moved to Chengdu with my family. More than 40 years have passed in the blink of an eye."

"Over 70?! The old man is still quite healthy."

"Is your child a college student?"

"After graduation, I couldn't find a suitable job in Fengtian, so I had no choice but to try my luck in the south."

"It's not even the National Day holiday yet, why are you back already?"

"I didn't go home last year, and my mom said she missed me, so I took a few days off from work this year."

"You've heard that song 'Northeast Folk Song' too, haven't you?"

"Yes, I'm still listening, grandpa. Here, have an earphone."

"Okay, okay..."

The train entered Fengtian.

Several lines of large characters are written on the tall buildings outside the window.

"Born and raised in the Northeast, we returned to the Northeast together. You stayed at home for 7 days, but we waited for a whole year."

"May all the children in Northeast China have their wishes fulfilled, and may canned yellow peaches bless every child in Northeast China."

The passengers watched and laughed, then they cried.

My cold, icy hometown suddenly feels so warm.

After getting off the bus.

No matter what time it is, and whether there are taxis available, parents, children, aunts, uncles, and other relatives will stand at the exit, eagerly waiting, forming a human wall that is extremely imposing, more like a unique scene of family affection in Northeast China.

"Mom, I'm home!"

Peking Union Medical College Hospital.

"Director Chen..."

"Li Ju, just call me Xiao Mo. Master is still here, I wouldn't dare to be presumptuous."

"Haha, Old Zhao has a good apprentice! News from the transportation management department and other brother units in the other two provinces indicates that the enthusiasm of the children to go home for this National Day Golden Week is very high. We haven't seen this situation in many years. Uncle Li, on behalf of Northeast China, thank you!"

"It's what I should do, boss."

"Good, good, good lad, a hero emerges from among the young."

Li Ju, a cultural and tourism expert, has eyes full of appreciation.

"Li Ju, you've finished speaking, isn't it our turn now?"

"Liaotai Chief Zhao Jianshe said urgently."