Rebirth of the Supreme Writer

Every time I finish coding, the most annoying thing is to come up with a chapter name, which makes my head hurt just thinking about it.

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Zhao Zhongqing kept looking at Qiu Yin, his face was full of smiles, and he said with a smile: "Xiao Yin, why didn't I realize how well you fit in when singing before? It really surprises me."

"Grandpa Zhao, it's not as good as you said. If the song wasn't well written and the music composed well, how could it have such a good effect?"

Qiu Yin felt a little embarrassed and explained in a low voice, but she couldn't hide the joy revealed in her words.

Qiu Yin was indeed very happy at this moment. With Zhao Zhongqing's rigorous attitude towards music, he never praised others, but it was extremely rare to receive such unsparing praise.

"You, you know how to be humble now, do you think your Grandpa Zhao is so old and confused that he can't even tell the quality of the song? This song is indeed good, but when you started singing, it really shocked me

Here we are." Zhao Zhongqing stopped teasing and straightened his face - he said seriously.

Zhao Zhongqing's eyes unconsciously glanced at Yi Ming, who was not far away. This boy is really not simple. He is very good at composing lyrics and composing music. He is extremely talented. If time goes by, he will probably be even more talented.

Incredible.

Qiu Yin's face lit up, and she quickly glanced at her old man without realizing it. Then she whispered with some worry: "Grandpa Zhao, you always know that Xiao Yin likes to sing when she needs to urinate. This time

Grandpa finally relented, and his reaction was not as strong as before. Do you think Grandpa will change his mind again later?"

Zhao Zhongqing glared and said: "Although your grandfather's mind is a bit rigid and cannot keep up with the times, he is not an unreasonable person. He would not agree to such a good song singing about the motherland? Hmm... patriotic

Song, this is a brand new piece of music, and it can promote righteousness and sing about the motherland. This is a great thing, unless he is really old and confused. If he really disagrees, I will talk to him carefully."

When Qiu Yin heard this, she immediately beamed: "Thank you first, Grandpa Zhao. I feel much more at ease now that you always intercede."

"You speak out when you have something to say, and you also learn to make calculations. You think I'm really confused too, and don't know how petty you are."

Zhao Zhongqing was a bit dumbfounded, but speaking from the bottom of his heart, aside from the excellent songs, Qiu Yin's singing was indeed good, especially her voice, which really matched the tune very harmoniously, making people feel very comfortable listening to it.

Moreover, the singing voice is "bright and brisk, like the gentle spring breeze blowing on the face, and is poetic and picturesque. It reveals the positive energy of singing about the motherland, which makes people have all kinds of aftertaste after listening to it."

Zhao Zhongqing suddenly felt a little curious and asked: "Xiao Yin, I just heard your grandfather say that the little guy Yi Ming just wrote a song in the hall, right?"

Qiu Yin nodded, and then said with some envy: "Grandpa Zhao, the song "Chinese" written by Yi Mingshi just now is really good and majestic. There is an extraordinary momentum contained in it, which makes people fall in love with it at first sight.

I can’t help but secretly admire the song, it is a true classic that is rare among classics.”

"Huh...huh, this old cunning guy, since he didn't even tell me the name of the song, he still pretends to be ignorant. It's really outrageous. "Chinese"? What a good song "Chinese", such a grand and thought-provoking name is enough

It makes people feel excited, excited, and eager to listen to it.”

Zhao Zhongqing was extremely dissatisfied. It was in vain that he had worked so hard to make this trip in person. He actually hid it and refused to tell him. It was too shameful and he did not regard himself as a friend.

"Chinese"?

Zhao Zhongqing murmured again unconsciously, and he became more and more curious. What kind of unique patriotic song would this be? Since he dared to give such a name, if the words were not up to the mark, it would even be insulting. The words "Chinese" will be an unforgivable sin.

As time passed slowly, dozens of people from the Qiu family carried out several big drums in groups of three and two and placed them in the middle of the floor in the shape of a "Chinese letter", while other musical instruments had already been It is moved and placed in a semicircle around the large drum in the shape of a Chinese character.

Yi Ming pulled up Dake's sleeves, pointed at the drum, and said, "Can you beat it with a breath?"

Dake hesitated for a moment, then nodded and said, "I can give it a try, I guess it won't be a big problem."

"When you haven't started singing yet, pick up the mallet (chui) and bang it yourself. Follow the rhythm and hit it hard in time with the beat. This will allow you to quickly fall into the atmosphere created by the song and forget about other things. Naturally, it also relieves your tension." When Yi Ming saw the big drum being carried, he quickly thought of a way and said again:

"As soon as you start singing, hand the drumstick back to the drummer, sing with your heart, and sing with the unique pride and dignity that belongs to us "Chinese"."

Hearing this, Da Ke's eyes immediately lit up, he nodded heavily, and then walked towards the field.

Yi Ming stared blankly at Dake's back. At this moment, he always felt that something was vaguely wrong. When he saw the drummer from the central band's performance group rolling up his sleeves, he suddenly realized it and immediately shouted: "Dake... "

Da Ke turned around, with a trace of puzzlement in his eyes.

Yi Ming quickly came to Dake, looked at Dake up and down, and said in an unquestionable tone: "Dake, take off your clothes."

Da Ke was stunned for a moment, and then said hesitantly: "There are several old men here, isn't it good?"

Yi Ming didn't waste any time and said: "Listen to me and hurry up."

Out of trust in Yi Ming, Dake didn't stop talking nonsense and unbuttoned his suit, handed it to Yi Ming, and immediately unbuttoned his shirt.

"Dake, what are you doing?" Mr. Qiu's eyes were about to pop out at this moment. Just sing, why are you taking off your clothes?

Yi Ming turned around and said with a smile: "Old man, you don't know, right now, to sing this song "Chinese", you have to take off your clothes to sing, and that's called 'rainbow momentum.'"

Mr. Qiu shook his head. He didn't understand. He really didn't understand what was wrong with the young people nowadays. Do they lose their momentum if they don't take off their clothes and sing?

Soon, Dake took off his shirt and handed it to Yi Ming, then turned around and left.

The hamstrings on this body are really good, and they look much stronger than those who only train their abdominal muscles in the gym.

"Why are you leaving?" After Yi Ming finished speaking, he smiled "haha" at Da Ke who turned around, handed the shirt in his hand back, and said, "Just tie the slanted lapels with your sleeves."

Dake took it stupidly, did as Yi Ming said, put one sleeve on his shoulder, and tied the shirt diagonally.

Yi Ming looked at it with a smile and said: "Yes, I can only dress it up briefly, but it seems that the look is still good."

Da Ke suddenly felt it secretly, and immediately felt that it was very good. He laughed happily and gave Yi Ming a thumbs up.

As the field gradually became silent, Yi Ming unconsciously waved his hands away, his breathing became rapid, and his expression gradually became excited. His eyes were staring at the field for a moment, as if to

Everything engraved here is deeply imprinted in my mind and will never be forgotten.