I became a music industry godfather by writing confidantes.

Chapter 158 Wow—

"Rooted in the Frontier, Guarding Our Homeland: On the Artistic Expression of 'Little White Poplar'"

This title is actually not a bad review!

Yang Du quickly began reading, and sure enough, the entire article analyzed the structure of the song "Little White Poplar" in a very professional yet easy-to-understand way, from the pentatonic scale of the composition to the imagery and metaphorical techniques of the lyrics, thus affirming the overall theme and purpose of the song.

Finally, the article brings up the lyricist and composer Yang Du, acknowledging his profound understanding beyond his years and his use of the simplest strokes to depict the backbone and demeanor of contemporary soldiers. The author then encourages Yang Du to remain humble and avoid complacency.

Yang Du read the article over and over again, and found no criticism whatsoever, which was somewhat unexpected.

After all, Zhuang Zhiyuan was an old friend of Li Musheng, and it was only natural that Li Musheng and Yang Du had some friction and their positions were somewhat different.

Even setting that aside, music critics of Zhuang Zhiyuan's caliber are rich in both life experience and theoretical knowledge, and ordinary works are hardly enough to move them.

This is similar to how Buddha Jumps Over the Wall is considered a delicacy by ordinary diners, but by gourmets it is just an ordinary dish.

If you really want to find fault, Zhuang Zhiyuan can definitely find some reasons, then quote classics and criticize him, and no one can find any fault with him.

Strangely, he didn't.

"Could it be that he was really captivated by 'Little White Poplar'?"

Yang Du couldn't find any other reason. After all, the quality of the song was what it was, and he and Zhuang Zhiyuan had no personal relationship.

Regardless, this is a good thing for Yang Du.

Yang Du himself certainly wouldn't be complacent or smug just because he received a positive review from Zhuang Zhiyuan, but his fans would.

The Guanghui Daily, the Feitian Awards, the China Youth Daily, and the China Art Daily are all cards that can be played when faced with fan wars or other conflicts.

"Sigh, my status in the industry is still not high enough."

If you stand high enough, you won't need fans to play cards; great scholars will naturally come to debate the classics for you.

On the evening of the third day of the Lunar New Year, after dinner, Weng Shuying went to the community activity center to do square dancing, leaving Yang Zhao and his son Yang Du alone in the living room.

Yang Zhao was watching the news broadcast, while Yang Du lay on the sofa, chatting with Yang Zhao casually while playing a game—their demon alliance was under siege in the Ancient Battlefield, but luckily he had the financial power.

"During the Spring Festival, various units of our army carried out a wide range of cultural activities —"

On television, the announcer spoke clearly and distinctly: "Recently, the CCTV's 'Military Camp New Year Greetings' cultural troupe visited border outposts..."

Grassroots companies delivered excellent literary and artistic works such as "Border Ode," "Heroic Company," and "Little White Poplar" to the officers and soldiers who were steadfastly guarding the front line in the wind and snow.

Yang Du was busy fighting on the ancient battlefield, so he treated the news broadcast as background noise, but Yang Zhao, who was next to him, heard it clearly.

Upon hearing the words "Little White Poplar," Yang Zhao's eyes widened in disbelief.

"Little White Poplar"?

"Little White Poplar"!

Good heavens, the song "Little White Poplar" actually appeared on the news broadcast!

Rounding up or down, my son appeared on the news!

Overjoyed, he quickly punched Yang Du's shoulder several times.

"What's wrong, Dad?"

Turning his head, Yang Du saw Yang Zhao pointing excitedly at the TV, his face flushed, and saying to him, "He's on TV! Look!"

Yang Du immediately perked up.

The television report continued: "—Delivering the care and warmth of the Party and the people to every soldier—"

As the announcer's voice accompanies the television screen, the scene shifts to a simple yet festively decorated stage in a grassroots military unit.

At the center of the stage stood Zhou Weidong, dressed in military uniform, holding the microphone and singing with deep emotion.

"Little white poplar, little white poplar, as it grows, I grow too—"

What surprised Yang Du even more was that the news broadcast actually used the live sound of "Little White Poplar" directly.

Although it only lasted a few seconds, the singing did indeed come from the television before switching to another very classic military song.

They were on the news!

Although it was only reported as news material, it was still part of the CCTV Evening News!

"Quick, turn the volume up!"

Yang Zhao hurriedly grabbed the remote control and turned up the volume, afraid of missing a single word.

Unfortunately, just as he finally turned up the volume, the television screen switched again, showing a determined-looking young border guard being interviewed by a CCTV reporter.

After the nearly one-minute news report ended, no further content related to "Little White Poplar" appeared.

"Oh dear, why is it all gone?" Yang Zhao said with some reluctance. He had originally thought he would be able to see a little more.

So he picked up the remote control again and used the set-top box's rewind function to rewind the screen.

However, the set-top box provided by the mobile company has a major drawback: programs from the most recent few minutes cannot be watched temporarily and require several minutes to access.

Therefore, when Yang Zhao looked back, the previous news item appeared. Fast forward, and he arrived at the latest news.

"Oh dear, I'm so anxious!"

"Don't worry, Dad, the news is right here, it can't escape."

Yang Du finally came to his senses and quickly comforted his elderly father.

Yang Zhao glanced at the progress bar, estimating it would take another minute to get back to the previous screen, and then took out his phone to call Weng Shuying.

On the other side, Weng Shuying, who was dancing with a group of women at the community activity center, had just answered the phone when Yang Zhao's urgent voice came through.

"Come back here, stop dancing in the square!"

"What's wrong?" Weng Shuying asked, completely bewildered.

"Dudu is on the news!"

"What's the news?"

"The evening news!" Yang Zhao explained, "Dudu's 'Little White Poplar' is on the evening news. I'm watching it now. Come back and watch it with me."

"Okay, okay, I'll be right back!" Weng Shuying was dazed; her son's song had actually made it onto the news.

The evening news program, CCTV News, is the most authoritative and well-known television program in the eyes of ordinary people. It usually features national events and international affairs.

She knew that Yang Du was now quite successful, but the news broadcast was something she had never even dreamed of.

"Hey, Shuying, Shuying, why did you go back? What happened?" an auntie asked hurriedly. "I just heard you mention the news broadcast, what news broadcast?"

"News Broadcast".

"What's wrong with the evening news?"

"Forehead----"

Weng Shuying didn't know what to say for a moment. They had been neighbors for decades, and Yang Du could be said to have grown up in their eyes.

Now, if I were to directly say that my son's work was featured on the evening news, it would sound a bit deliberate, like I was showing off.

But if we just make up an excuse and don't say anything, when they find out later and look back, it will seem like we were showing off.

Either way, it's all about showing off, so why not just be open and honest?

Thinking this, Weng Shuying said, "It's Dudu's poem 'Little White Poplar' that appeared on the news today. Old Yang told me to hurry back."

"Wow"

A chorus of exclamations could be heard.