The story of spring, this song is quite amazing. Once released, it was sung all over the country and became popular all over the country. It also won the gold medal of the CCTV Music and TV Competition, the Five One Project Award of the Central Propaganda Department, and the Golden Bell Award of the highest music prize in China. It became the song with the most national awards and was selected into a large documentary.

It can be said that the song "Spring Story" has profound meanings, beautiful music and unique artistic expression techniques, which have become the most typical musical expression and main melody songs for contemporary changes in China.

So what about being a poor student? In this era, especially the speech of the Southern Tour, just one year after the song of the main theme of reform and opening up, as long as it is released, it will definitely sweep the world with an invincible attitude. Even if it can sing, it can sing to Peking University and Tsinghua University, so he can't write songs badly.

He has confidence, but his confidence is a bit lacking. After all, the two worlds are different, and the general trend has not changed much, but the details have changed a lot. Yesterday, the glass factory fire happened just like in my memory, which gave him some confidence. But he was unsure whether there would be any changes in other things. Because he was the biggest variable.

No matter what, he has to do everything he should do. Even if there is a variable and he cannot enter a prestigious school, this song can still make him a songwriter gain a huge reputation and status. Including the singer, he can definitely reach the top in one step. Therefore, he wants to sing this song to Zhou's mother Qiao Jinmei. The two families are not just neighbors, but their relationship is also quite good.

But how to promote this song? It is definitely not possible to go step by step. It is too wasteful of time. There is only one way, which is the CCTV Spring Festival Gala. He also believes that the song "Spring Story" is the power displayed in this era. As long as it can be passed on to CCTV, it will definitely impress everyone.

But this is a bit difficult, not only because there are still 40 days left before the Spring Festival Gala, it is already very urgent. Also, who can join the CCTV Spring Festival Gala program team and hand over this song...

Chen Chuan thought about things, but he didn't stop. He made out the lyrics and simplified scores in just over a dozen minutes. As for arrangement, it was too difficult for him, so he could only hand it over to the county art troupe. Don't underestimate a small county art troupe, which is definitely hidden and hidden. As far as he knows, there is an old man named Ma, whether it is a classical instrument or a Western instrument, which he can't do. It's not that he knows everything and is easy to do, but that he is proficient in everything. The leader of the group has to respectfully call the old man Ma Lao. But the old man has a weird temper. Not only is he irritable, he is also unreasonable, and he is also unfamiliar. Therefore, the people in the group keep a distance from Old Man Ma, and no one knows him.

It was not until more than 30 years later that Old Man Ma, who had lived for more than a century, that many people knew that Old Man Ma was a professor of Yangyin. When he was young, he studied abroad at the Moscow State Tchaikovsky Conservatory and the American Tys Conservatory.

The aroma of stir-frying floated in from the crack of the window, Chen Chuan's nose moved, then scratched it on the paper, muttering in his mouth: "Fried shredded potatoes."

"Aunt, what are you cooking? It's so delicious." Zhou Ailing's shout came from outside.

Chen Chuan threw down the pen in his hand, climbed to the window, his face tightly against the window, twisting his neck hard and looking out. Zhou Ailing held the wall with one hand and gnawed a bone with the other, and her face was covered in oil.

Lin Meifang was cooking, and the smoke floated out along the open door. She heard the shouts and stuck her head out, and laughed when she saw Zhou Ailing gnawing on her bones.

"I'm making something delicious, it'll be fine in a while. Come and eat."

"Okay!" Zhou Ailing was not polite at all. She threw away the chewed bones, and jumped over with her greasy claws, leaping over the wall.

"Damn girl, I'm jumping over the wall again. Can you be like a normal girl?" Qiao Jinmei ran out with a stir-frying spoon.

Lin Meifang poked her head out again and smiled and shouted, "What do you know? This is called frankness."

"That's a big deal!" Qiao Jinmei also smiled and turned back to the house.

Zhou Ailing stuck out her tongue and rushed into the house: "Auntie, do you need my help?"

"Go and go!" Lin Meifang waved her hand, "Go and wash your paws quickly, they are all oil."

"Hehehe..." Zhou Ailing smiled and got some hot water into the basin and washed her hands with soap.

"Wang!" The puppy's chirping came from the inner room. The door curtain was opened and Chen He's little head was poked out. "Sister Mouse, come in quickly and I'll introduce you to the new members of my family."

"Wow!" Ordinary women have no resistance to furry animals like kittens and puppies, and Zhou Ailing is no exception. "What a cute puppy, where did it come from?"

Chen Chuan was still lying on the window and watching. It was not until Zhou Ailing entered the room that she smiled silently. Just as he was holding the window with both hands and trying to get up, he suddenly lost weight and his upper body passed through the window and appeared outside. This scared him, and hurriedly retracted his body. It took a while before he came to his senses.

Looking at the intact window, he kept knocking with his hands. When he savored the feeling of that moment and tried to do it again, he couldn't succeed, which made him wonder if he had an hallucination just now.

"Erchuan!" Zhou Ailing pushed the door and walked in with a bang.

Chen He followed behind with a puppy in his arms and said sly: "Second brother, I named it Chen Xiaochuan."

Chen Chuan took out a cigarette leisurely and lit a slogan: "This name is good, you can call it third brother in the future."

Chen He blinked his innocent big eyes and laughed dryly: "You'd better call me Xiao Huang, it's simple and easy to remember."

Chen Chuan was too lazy to pay attention to her and looked at Zhou Ailing: "How is it? Have you found a keyboard and a drummer?"

Zhou Ailing took off her shoes and climbed onto the kang without hesitation, "I've found it!"

"Is it reliable?" Chen Chuan felt a little unreliable.

"Do you look down on me?" Zhou Ailing sat cross-legged at the table and picked up the paper full of music scores. "The keyboard is a tiny one. I have lived in college for four years. When I was in school, it was also the keyboard of the band. My family was good, and I was too lazy to go to class after graduation, so I kept wandering around at home. I heard that I had set up another band and screamed happily. As for the drummer, now in Yanjing, I contacted another classmate and said that I would have a free time at noon today..."

Suddenly there was no sound, followed by a scream. Zhou Ailing jumped up suddenly, waved the paper in her hand, and looked at Chen Chuan and screamed and yelled.

"This is what you wrote, this is what you wrote?"

Chen Chuan took a leisurely breath of cigarettes and nodded indifferently: "It wasn't what I wrote, was it you?"

Zhou Ailing took a deep breath, calmed her excitement, looked at Chen Chuan and said, "I suddenly realized that I didn't know you anymore."

Chen Chuan smiled: "Are you more handsome than before?"

Zhou Ailing nodded seriously: "Well, it's really handsome than before." After saying that, she suddenly became silent, and looked at Chen Chuan with a little heartache.
Chapter completed!