Rebirth of the Supreme Writer

"Your grandson is really amazing. He's already so impressive at such a young age. He's bound to become a great weapon. He's bound to become a great weapon." Dong Chunkui was full of sighs, but his words revealed more of a taste.

Yes, I thought I had several grandsons, but I never had such a person. They were all unsatisfactory, incompetent in literature and military, and had no future.

Yi Wei laughed: "Why don't you be so sour? It's so hard to not be happy."

"Just be proud of yourself, huh..., it's not that you teach well, but that this kid is obviously too smart. Especially his talent in music, it's really surprising." Dong Chunkui picked up the teacup and sipped slightly. He took a sip of the fragrant green tea and said with a smile.

Yi Wei nodded, shook his head again, and asked hesitantly: "Do you think that if that boy from the Yun family found out later that he helped out at a critical moment, would he..."

Dong Chunkui laughed and scolded: "You old guy, you are still only able to play these little tricks after decades. Do you think I don't know what you are thinking? Isn't it just that you are worried when you are not in the capital? Don't worry, who If you dare to find fault with Mingming and fight with this old bone, I will have to make a fuss."

Yi Wei immediately beamed and said cheerfully: "Of course I know you will take care of Mingming. Huh..., but if anyone dares to bully my Yi family, then they are really thinking wrong."

"Okay, don't get so angry. It's just the little guys making noise together for a while, so it won't cause trouble." Dong Chunkui calmed down slightly and said slowly.

Yi Wei nodded and said, "That's best, otherwise I wouldn't have been pinched by the Clay Bodhisattva."

Originally, when the two old men had not seen each other for a long time and were having a good chat, they had no idea that something like this happened at the Red Star Club. Yi Wei saw that so much time had passed and he had not seen Dong Quan'an and Yi Ming come back, so he naturally knew about it.

Dong Chunkui stood up, stretched and said: "It's getting late now, let's go, let's have a drink together, I think it's time for these two boys to go back."

*****--*****

Yun Congren lay softly on the sofa, his whole body almost sinking in, showing a sense of laziness. He no longer had the high-spiritedness that he used to scold Fang Qiu, and even his eyes seemed to be dull.

Speaking of which, Yun Congren never thought from the beginning that this song competition would turn out to be so dramatic and full of twists and turns.

We were clearly about to win, but we never imagined that it would take such a big turn and turn into the current situation of two draws in World War II.

Is there only the last game left? It doesn’t matter if this game is not a competition, there is no point in continuing the game.

Indeed..., so what if our side wins in the end? It doesn't mean we win discouragement, we win frustration.

But...can we really win?

Yun Congren didn't want to believe in his heart that he could win this last game. If the other party hadn't come up with a song and lyrics that were more powerful and domineering than "Hidden Dragon and Crouching Tiger", Yun Congren could have thought that the other party was lucky, but this was not the case. of.

Even a layman like myself can tell the difference between the two songs, let alone others.

One song is three points better than the other. This last game is about the outcome. Will the other party have any reservations? How is it possible? If it were you, you would fight with all your strength, let alone the other party.

It can be seen from this that the last of Dong Quan'an's three lyrics is more powerful than the first two, and it is even more shocking.

But can I run away? Can I escape far away?

No, of course not. Ever since I entered this circle and became the leader that everyone trusted, everything was doomed, and I was not allowed to be a coward who was timid before fighting.

Even if you lose, you have to face it calmly with a smile. Only then can you be a respectable and qualified leader.

As for failure, no matter how big or small, you must admit it and bear the consequences you deserve.

Yun Congren took out a cigarette from his pocket and lit it, and slowly smoked it. If there was no accident, he must have lost, and if there was no accident, Dong Quan'an and his party were also very happy. It will come soon.

Yun Congren glanced slightly, glanced at Ziqi, and said coldly: "You still won't leave? Do you still want me to send a car to take you back?"

Upon hearing this, Zi Qi stood up and staggered away in a daze.

*****--*****

"Brothers and friends, up to now, don't you still have confidence in Mingming? Let's go, it's time for us to celebrate our victory." Dong Quan'an stood up, laughed and looked at the crowd and said:

"What our good friends did to us just now, we naturally have to go over and say thank you to our friends, right? Otherwise it would be rude."

Everyone immediately stood up laughing and laughing, saying in unison: It makes sense.

Qiu Yin reached out and pulled Yi Ming's arm, and said with a hopeful look on her face: "You promised me that after you write a few good patriotic songs like "Love Me China", you must Tell me as soon as possible."

After Qiu Yin finished speaking, she waved her fist and said excitedly: "I don't believe it. Grandpa has the heart to let me not even sing patriotic songs."

Yi Ming smiled, stood up and stretched, and said: "I am about to win now, but why do I suddenly feel so boring?"

Qiu Yin rolled her eyes and hummed: "Just pretend. But I really can't tell. You are only sixteen or seventeen years old. How come you are so good at writing lyrics and composing music?" "

Yi Ming smiled proudly and said, "I'm a genius, so cool."

While the two were chatting, they followed Dong Quan'an and his party out of the box. At this time, Dake's voice came from the speaker hanging on the roof of the corridor:

"Before I sang this song, I thought I had to thank someone properly and seriously. Without him, I'm afraid I would never know that a person should choose a song based on the characteristics of his or her voice. . Now I finally understand, thank you..., my good brother."

As the music accompaniment played, a song that will always be a classic in Yi Ming's heart suddenly sung...

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We all have a home...

The name is China...

There are many brothers and sisters...

The view is not bad either…

………

China bless you

you are always in my heart

China bless you

No need for thousands of words and ten thousand words......