Yuan Lihong hurried into the office, grabbed the phone and fed it, "Teacher?"

Ma Rongqing's breathless voice came from the receiver: "It's me, you're very busy now."

Hearing Ma Rongqing's voice, Yuan Lihong breathed a long sigh, as long as there was no problem with someone, his tone suddenly became relaxed.

"Teacher, is there something important to call so late?"

Ma Rongqing said: "I have a good song in my hand, so let me show you."

Yuan Lihong was so energetic that he could say a good song in Ma Rongqing's mouth, that would definitely be really good.

“Did you write it?”

Ma Rongqing smiled and said, "No, it was written by a little guy. Well, he is still in high school. But the bastard is not very good at studying. He has not passed the college entrance exam for two years. If he can't pass the exam this year, he probably will really skin him, tie a skeleton, tie a rope, and flew him like a kite."

Yuan Lihong was a little confused. The song was written by a high school student? Judging from his tone, this high school student is still a junior whom the teacher likes very much. He knows his teacher very well. It is really outrageous to be pampered by his juniors, but in professional fields and music, there is absolutely no sympathy to talk about. Your things are good, and you don’t have to say anything. He will try his best to use his resources to launch your works. If it is not good, it will be useless for you to say that the sky is so great, and you may even be scolded. But this time, he was a little suspicious.

"Then, should I ask me to come and take this song tomorrow, or do you ask me to bring it to me?" No matter what he thought, since the teacher recommended the song to him, no matter what the song is like, he must show his attitude first.

Ma Rongqing said: "This song is prepared to be on the Spring Festival Gala. It's so far, it takes two days to go back and forth, which is too delayed."

"Ah?" Yuan Lihong's expression on his face was very wonderful. He thought Ma Rongqing was looking for him to promote the song. This was nothing, after all, he was still very important at CCTV. Especially in the variety show department, as long as the songs are not that bad, it would be fine if he could put them in any variety show. But if he had to go to the Spring Festival Gala, this was really not something he could say alone.

"What!" Ma Rongqing's dissatisfied voice came from the receiver, "I will fax you the lyrics and songs, and then you can find someone to record a sample, and then talk about it after you have heard it. If you can, go ahead, if you can't, you will pull it down. I didn't force you."

Yuan Lihong laughed dryly, and he could feel that the old man was really angry: "Don't be angry, you old man, I'm just surprised, not that I don't believe you. So, as you said, you fax me the lyrics and music." Then he told the old man about the fax number.

Ma Rongqing said: "If this song can be on the Spring Festival Gala, you have to promise me a condition."

"What conditions?" Yuan Lihong didn't care. After all, a high school student might be good, but it is unlikely to say how deep it is. But no matter what, you have to agree to this matter first, otherwise the old man would be angry and he would not be able to stand it. After tonight, he would say that the review was not passed tomorrow, and it is estimated that the old man would not cause trouble for him.

Ma Rongqing said: "This song must be sung by the singers in my art troupe. You cannot arrange people randomly. Otherwise, I would rather ruin this song than give it to you."

"No problem!" Yuan Lihong agreed. Seeing that the old man was fine, he hung up the phone and couldn't help but smile bitterly. The old man's temper was so big.

"Xiao Wang!"

Assistant Wang Shengyu walked in, Yuan Lihong said: "You go to the fax room and have a fax. After sending it over, you can give it to me immediately."

"Okay!" Wang Shengyu quickly left.

Yuan Lihong found a cigarette in the drawer and lit it. Before he could finish smoking a cigarette, Wang Shengyu walked in with a piece of A4 paper: "Director Yuan, fax is here."

Yuan Lihong took it over and saw the song title at first glance: "The Story of Spring!"

When he saw the lyrics, he was excited and immediately started humming according to the score.

1979

It was a spring

An old man drew a circle by the South China Sea in China

Mythical rise of cities

Miraculously gathered mountains of gold

Spring thunder awakens inside and outside the Great Wall

……………………

The hmm, the brighter the eyes, and the straighter the body.

Another spring in 1992

An old man wrote a poem by the South China Sea

The spring tide is rising between heaven and earth

Rising a great sail on the journey

The spring breeze blows green the Eastern China

"Bang!" Yuan Lihong slapped his thighs excitedly, and suddenly stood up and shouted, "Xiao Wang, take this song score and go find someone to record the sample, and then send it to the conference room."

Just as Wang Shengyu was about to take it over, Yuan Lihong suddenly shrank his hand back: "Forget it, I'll go by myself. Go and see who the leaders of the pre-examination team have not left, notify them to go to the conference room. By the way, notify the director team and let them go to the meeting too."

Wang Shengyu said: "I just saw Deputy Sun going to the director's office, and he probably hasn't left yet."

Yuan Lihong said as he walked out, "Then you go quickly."

"Okay!" Wang Shengyu quickly left.

Yuan Lihong found someone to record the sample, and it was more than an hour after finishing it. At this time, more than a dozen people sat in the temporary conference room of the Spring Festival Gala. In addition to Sun Fuli, deputy director of the production director of the evening party, and Yang Yuqi, director of the variety show department who served as the leader of the pre-examination group, there are three members of the pre-examination group, who are also the artistic director of the evening party and an old artist in the cultural field. The rest are several directors of the director group, including Chen Xiaorong, Yizhihua.

"Sun Tai, do you know what? Old Yuan called us all." Yan Guangli, the chief director of languages, asked.

Sun Fuli said: "Xiao Wang said that he seemed to have got a song and went to record a sample, and asked us to wait for him in the conference room."

Executive Director Hou Zhong said: "I don't know what songs he actually valued so much that he called us all."

Yang Yuqi took out the cigarette, first threw one for Sun Fuli, then threw it to several other smokers, and also lit one himself: "What song, when he comes, we will know."

Seven or eight big smoke blasters were sucking in the clouds and mist at the same time. In less than a minute, the conference room was covered with smoke.

Chen Xiaorong stood up helplessly and pushed the window open. In an instant, a cold air swept in, and more than a dozen people in the room shivered at the same time.

Sun Fuli joked: "Xiao Chen, we smoked in the house and didn't care about your feelings. It's our fault. But it's not good for you to take revenge like this. Look, I don't even wear a coat. If I catch a cold, you have to reimburse me for the money for injections and medicine."

Chen Xiaorong smiled embarrassedly and was about to close the window. Sun Fuli said with a smile: "Don't close, don't close, just open it like this. Don't worry, I'm sick, I won't ask you to reimburse the cost of taking medicine and injections."
Chapter completed!