Qiao Jinmei snorted: "Then you go and care. I promise that if you dare to say it, she will dare to run away from home. It will make you unable to even catch a shadow in half a year. It depends on her mood in the second half of the year. If she is in a good mood, she may come back to say hello."

"Then tell me what to do?" Zhou Baoquan's head was getting big.

"What should I do?" Qiao Jinmei put all the used dishes and bowls into the pot to wash. "Smoothing with cold salad, her legs are on her own. What path she wants to go, whether it is a broad road of thorns, it is all her own business. In the future, whether it is happiness or suffering, she will choose to bear it herself."

"Oh!" Zhou Baoquan sighed again, "Where has Patriotic gone? I haven't come back to have a meal yet. Let's see how I deal with him."

Qiao Jinmei rolled her eyes, "I guess it's in Dajun, don't worry about him, let's eat first."

Chen Sanjun's audio and video store has a telephone number. If anything happens to the neighbors, they will call him here, and after that, they will throw away a few cents of phone bills.

At this time, there were two boys of seventeen or eighteen years old in the house picking up tapes. Chen Sanjun was politely introducing him, who released a new song, which song was good.

Zhou Aijun was bored lying on the kang, looking at the roof with his eyes blankly. I don’t know how long it took, his stomach rumbling, and the guy finally came to his senses, turned over and sat up, and found that the two boys had left, only Chen Sanjun was tidying up the messed-up tape.

"I'm hungry, go home for dinner." Zhou Aijun jumped off the kang and said.

Chen Sanjun asked, "Don't wait?"

"I'm still waiting for nothing!" Zhou Aiguo put on his shoes, "I said he would definitely call before twelve o'clock. This is a fucking one, but he hasn't come yet. He must be looking down on us."

Chen Sanjun was anxious: "What should I do?"

Zhou Aiguo tied his shoelaces and put on his coat: "The toads who can beat drums cannot be found, but there are so many people who can beat drums, so look for them again."

Zhou Aiguo came out from Chen Sanjun. As soon as he walked to the gate of his house, he saw Shen Chuan and Zhou Ailing coming out at home, "Where are you going?"

Zhou Ailing said: "Go to the county art troupe."

"What are you doing in the art troupe? Today's New Year's Day performance was cancelled because of the fire last night?" Zhou Aiguo looked at Shen Chuan, his sister, and the little tail following behind, and Shen He, who was holding a little dog in his arms.

Shen Chuan said, "Go and find Lao Du and show him something."

"What?" Zhou Aiguo didn't go home for dinner, and turned around and followed.

The Art Troupe is located in the center of the county, a four-story building next to the transportation post. It takes about ten minutes to walk from Sanheyuan to the Art Troupe.

When it comes to the head of the art troupe, office director, Du Yuanjing, he is also a legendary figure. A few years after the founding of New China, he was fifteen years old. Because his family was poor and he couldn't even fill his stomach, he ran to become a soldier by himself, and then magically joined the military singing and dancing troupe.

However, there was even more magical behind it, an illiterate who had no culture and had difficulty writing his own name. After staying in the troupe for a few years, he actually wrote a song called Military Song, which was loud and loud, and sang it all over the country. Just when he was doing well in the army's troupe, he chose to retire and returned to this small county town, joined the newly established county art troupe, and became the leader. He was twenty-four years old that year.

At this time, Du Yuanjing was already fifty-five, with some gray hair, combed meticulously. The gray Zhongshan suit was worn straight and the still upright sitting posture looked energetic.

"Is this what you wrote?" Du Yuanjing's expression was complicated, excited, shocked, and suspicious...

Chen Chuan was holding a cigarette in his mouth, standing in front of Du Yuanjing with a careless look, and his eyes kept turning up: "Nonsense, I didn't write it, why are you showing off?"

Looking at Chen Chuan's careless look, Du Yuanjing wanted to slap this worry-free guy away: "If you wrote it, I'll eat this piece of paper." After that, he looked at Zhou Ailing standing aside, "Xiaoling, did you write it?"

Zhou Ailing respects Du Yuanjing very much, and looks even more well-behaved: "Bo Du, this is really written by Okawa." As she said that, she took out another piece of paper in her pocket, "Hey, this is also a song written by him, we are going to build a band."

Du Yuanjing took it over, and his eyes couldn't move away at once. He opened his eyes wider and wider, his lips buzzed, and a faint melody floated out of his mouth.

After a while, Du Yuanjing took a deep breath, looked up at Chen Chuan without saying a word, and made Chen Chuan feel so terrified.

"Old...Old Du, ah, no no, Mr. Du, why are you looking at me like this? I really wrote this and didn't lie to you. Can you not look at me like this? I'm afraid."

"Hahaha..." Du Yuanjing finally couldn't help it and laughed excitedly. He stood up and patted Chen Chuan's shoulder heavily, "I knew, I knew, when I was a kid, I would definitely have a future when I grew up."

Chen Chuan rolled his eyes, but he just wanted to ask others and could not provoke this old man, otherwise he would have to expose his internal injuries: "I want to sing the story of spring to Aunt Jin Mei, how about you arrange the song?"

Du Yuanjing was stunned. He knew how heavy the song was. He was very moved. But in the end he shook his head, "I can't do it, I'd better find someone to do it."

Chen Chuan curled a smile that was not easy to detect, and he spitted the cigarette butts in his mouth long ago on the ground: "Uncle Du, how do you think of this song?"

"Okay, although the writing is popular, it is full of life atmosphere. The metaphor is fresh and appropriate and affectionate, and it describes the changes in the entire China and the people's support for reform and opening up. Although it is a song, it has an epic momentum. Although it is a magnificent momentum, it is very friendly, making people feel like spring breeze..."

Du Yuanjing is not stingy with his praise, and it is absolutely from the heart.

Chen Chuan smiled and said, "Then you said, can this song be on the Spring Festival Gala? It's CCTV."

Du Yuanjing smiled: "There is absolutely no problem to go to the Spring Festival Gala. Even if you go to the National Grand Theater, there will be no problem to go to the Great Hall to sing."

Chen Chuan smiled treacherously: "Then you, please find someone to arrange the song quickly. It's not a few days before the New Year."

Du Yuanjing glanced at Chen Chuan and said with a smile: "With this song, it is definitely no problem to go to the Spring Festival Gala, but I don't have the ability to take this song to the Spring Festival Gala."
Chapter completed!