When Han Zhou woke up in the middle of the night, he was lying in an unfamiliar room.
I changed into pajamas.
There was a note at the head of the bed with a shoulder drawn on it and the words 'If the water gets cold, there's a drinking fountain by the door'.
Han Zhou glanced at the cup with the note on it, then looked at the very large room and the three-in-one hot and cold water filter installed next to the door.
Han Zhou took a sip of water and sat up.
Look around.
The point is, where the hell is this place?
This looks like some young man's room.
There are big movie posters on the walls.
This is the poster of a domestic martial arts film from about eight or nine years ago.
Like a new post.
There were no pictures or anything in the room.
Han Zhou walked to the window and took a look.
This is a villa.
As I was watching, the door opened.
The moment the person who opened the door noticed that the light was on in the room, he stopped opening the door.
He peeked inside stealthily.
Han Zhou tilted his head: "Wang Chuyang?"
Wang Chuyang was filled with grief and indignation: "I just went to a training camp, and now the room doesn't even belong to me?!"
Han Zhou: "Oh, so this is your home."
Han Zhou understood where this was. This was Wang Xiya's home.
However, after Han Zhou sobered up, his mind was not confused. Although he felt a little light-headed, his mind was clear: "So, how did you come back?"
Wang Chuyang laughed awkwardly: "Ah, I... well."
Apparently he slipped out of training camp.
On the first day of the show, Wang Chuyang said that his sister was one of the investors of the show. Was he saying this to the audience?
That was specifically said to the staff at the training camp.
Who dares to control him?
Wang Chuyang pushed open the door and smiled: "I came back to get something."
Han Zhou was puzzled: "What?"
Wang Chuyang opened the closet door and took out two boxes.
Two boxes wrapped in wrapping paper.
Neither are very big.
Like... a birthday present?
Wang Chuyang: "It's Xiaomei's birthday, I want to give her a gift."
Han Zhou pinched his chin: "Xiao Mei?"
After thinking for a long time, Han Zhou came up with an idea: "Oh, Yuan Xiaomei."
Wang Chuyang took the gift and turned to leave: "Let's go."
After walking a few steps, he turned back and gave one of the boxes to Han Zhou: "This is for my sister. It's her birthday today."
"Please pass it to her for me."
Han Zhou was stunned for a moment, then asked: "Your sister, today? April 20th?"
Wang Chuyang nodded seriously: "Yes, don't you know? Forget it, I'll slip away first."
Han Zhou grabbed Wang Chuyang and said, "Two boxes of the same size, are you sure you didn't take the wrong one?"
Wang Chuyang: "Oh, I asked Aunt Wu to put it away for me, there will definitely be no mistakes."
"One is red and the other is green, how could they be mistaken?"
Han Zhou nodded: "Okay."
Wang Chuyang: "I'm going to take a walk first, otherwise I won't be able to make it back to the training camp in time."
Han Zhou glanced at the time. It was six o'clock in the morning.
It is obvious that Wang Chuyang is now rushing to Yanjing Film Academy to give a gift to Yuan Xiaomei.
Han Zhou also woke up, lit a cigarette and walked out.
This was Han Zhou's first time coming to Wang Xiya's house, so after he walked out, he couldn't find the way.
Her house...is too big.
After walking around for a while, he finally reached the yard on the first floor. In the garden, Han Zhou saw the nanny who had probably just gotten up.
The nanny obviously knew who Han Zhou was and asked with a smile, "Are you awake?"
"Would you like some porridge?"
Han Zhou stretched his shoulders and said, "Wait a moment, thank you."
After a brief exchange, Han Zhou started singing alone in the yard.
Just as he was about to finish singing, Han Zhou's phone rang.
When I picked up the phone, it turned out to be Uncle Han calling.
"Fourth uncle."
Han Sisheng: "A military representative is coming today, please come early."
Han Zhou was stunned for a moment before he reacted. It was normal for military representatives to participate in the review of this film.
"Okay, I'll leave right away."
After hanging up the phone, Han Zhou went to Wu Ma and asked, "Which room did Wang Xiya sleep in?"
Wu Ma: “Ah?”
"Let me help you shout."
Han Zhou also followed him upstairs and saw Wu Ma knock on the door of one of the rooms. Han Zhou entered Wang Chuyang's room and took out the gift.
The door opened and Wang Xiya, wearing cute cotton pajamas, came out rubbing her eyes.
Han Zhou stuffed the box into Wang Xiya's hands and said, "I'm going to Huaying Group. Can you lend me your car?"
Wang Xiya was stunned for a moment and then her sleepiness disappeared: "What time is it?"
Han Zhou glanced at his phone: "Seven twenty."
Wang Xiya: "There's going to be a traffic jam, let's get going quickly."
Then he turned around to get the key, took the key, and took Han Zhou downstairs.
Han Zhou was embarrassed when he saw Wang Xiya's car.
Han Zhou looked inside a sports car, but couldn't even find the gear lever: "This thing... can't be driven."
Wang Xiya hurriedly took the indoor elevator upstairs and took out another key after a while.
There was another business car parked , but it belonged to Wang Xiya's father.
Han Zhou took the keys and drove away.
After going upstairs, Wang Xiya sobered up a little and took out the box Han Zhou gave her: "Hmm?"
"He knows it's my birthday today?"
Wang Xiya opened the box.
After opening the box, Wang Xiya pinched a pair of lace panties between two fingers and looked at them with her head tilted.
After putting the panties aside, I saw a card inside.
The card reads 'Confident women are the most beautiful!'
Wang Xiya's face suddenly flushed.
…
At the same time, Yuan Xiaomei returned to the dormitory after morning exercise, took out the box and opened the gift.
Inside the box was a particularly ugly little key pendant.
There was a card inside, with printed words saying 'Happy Birthday, Ugly Sister!'
Yuan Xiaomei looked at the card and was furious.
Gnashing his teeth, he said, "Wang Chuyang! You bastard! You called me so early in the morning to ask me to get a gift, and this is it?!"
It only took Yuan Xiaomei five seconds to rehearse in her mind a hundred ways of killing Wang Chuyang.
…
At the same time, Wang Chuyang finally rushed back to the training camp for the new day's training.
Lin Jianqiu: "Have you sent a gift?"
"Can it be done?"
Wang Chuyang smiled: "Who am I? Do you know the love saint of Haidian, Zhou Baiyun?"
Lin Jianqiu: "Do you know him?"
Wang Chuyang: “I don’t know him.”
Lin Jianqiu: “…”
"Then why did you mention him?"
Wang Chuyang grinned: "Even if Zhou Baiyun comes, he has to learn from me how to understand a woman's heart. I tell you, this is a very profound knowledge."
"When Xiaomei opened my gift, she blushed and had wild thoughts, and then she put me in her shoes. Women like hooligans instead of elegant men, don't you understand?"
"Then I'll tell her then that there's actually a little secret in the card. Let her know that my gift is not just a joke, but that I put a lot of effort into it. She'll be so touched, hahahaha!"
"Do you understand women so well?!" Lin Jianqiu: "Then do you understand what Teacher Li Xinqi wants to do now?"
Wang Chuyang looked up and saw Li Xinqi smiling at them both, which made him feel creepy.
"I guess she wants to hit us."
…
Han Zhou arrived at Huaying and was not late, arriving before nine o'clock.
But it took an hour and a half to drive this distance, which was a bit torturous.
The people from Huaying took Han Zhou to the waiting room, and after a few minutes, they took Han Zhou to the large conference room.
Here, Han Zhou saw some people whose names were familiar but whom he had never seen before.
For example, Zheng Xiaojun, the most famous musician of Longqi Media.
For example, Babur, the music director of Dasheng Entertainment.
Babur is of Mongolian ethnicity. He is not only a music director, but also a great gold medal producer and lyricist.
However, Babur looked gentle.
On the contrary, Zheng Xiaojun looks like a Mongolian, with a big beard, a small braid, and is very strong.
Soon, Han Sisheng and a man in military uniform came over.
This person is not a military officer, but a civilian officer, affiliated with the Southeast Art Troupe.
This time, the Southeast Military Region participated in the production of "Charge", but the military does not engage in business. They only provided venues and equipment and did not participate in matters such as dividends.
Huaying attaches great importance to this movie.
After watching the version of this movie without music, Han Zhou could only feel that there are talented people in this world.
This movie is quite different from traditional main-theme blockbusters.
Generally, main theme blockbusters tell some tragic stories, or tragic victories, to express the difficulties faced by our ancestors.
This film is quite special.
He is the male lead in the movie.
The storyline is actually quite simple.
The general idea is that during World War II, a student soldier was called up to join the army, but was attacked on the way and was unable to go to the National Front, but instead joined our army.
The person who saved him was a bugler.
And so the story begins.
At the beginning, he was resisted by these soldiers who looked like country bumpkins and had few weapons and ammunition.
Have a very high opinion of oneself.
It was not until he actually went to the battlefield that he realized that none of the books he had read were useful in fighting, and that he was just a burden.
But it was during this war that the bugler was hit by the Japanese while blowing the bugle to attack.
Because the bugler had told him that a frontal attack must be guided by the bugler's sound.
So at this time, he picked up the trumpet.
And once this trumpet sounds, it will last a lifetime.
From World War II, to Liberation, to the Korean Peninsula.
During this process, he was the main male protagonist and also the observation point of view, and many touching stories were written.
Until he retired.
The end of the story is not about the content of the movie, but about realism.
The director team invited one of the historical prototypes of this character to come for the filming.
But unfortunately, the prototype passed away before filming began due to his old age.
Therefore, his grandson brought the trumpet to Yanjing.
It can be considered a documentary Easter egg.
Han Zhou could only say that the scenes in this movie were no less impressive than any mainstream war movies he had seen in his previous life.
Moreover, because the story is adapted from real life, it is full of flesh and blood and is a very rich story.
For a movie like this, the soundtrack is very difficult to handle.
Logically, the soundtrack should be military songs of that era.
But in fact, this is not just a simple main theme movie, it is also a war blockbuster and belongs to the category of commercial film.
Therefore, the soundtrack should be appropriate, new, and have connotation.
This kind of work is more troublesome than writing songs for a party.
The key is that there are still many people participating in the bidding.
Also, it doesn’t mean to pick the tallest among the short ones.
If this batch is not satisfied, Han Sisheng might look for the older generation of lyricists and composers to solve the problem instead of just handing over the soundtrack.
After a brief exchange, the meeting got down to business.
Zheng Xiaojun came on stage and began playing the edited clips.
The edited videos are the ones that need to be accompanied by interludes, and of course, there are also segments that need pure music accompaniment.
Han Zhou thought about it and found that Zheng Xiaojun's soundtrack style was open and close, which was aimed at the two words "gunfire" and "iron blood".
After Zheng Xiaojun finished his demonstration, representatives from the art troupe also started a discussion with the people from Huaying.
Then there’s the soundtrack from an independent music studio.
Their soundtrack is more modern, fashionable and commercial, but it lacks the simple atmosphere, and the songs are not strong enough.
Han Zhou glanced and looked at Babur.
Babur also looked at Han Zhou at this time.
It was obvious that except for Zheng Xiaojun, the two were rivals at the scene.
Babur certainly knew Han Zhou, who became famous in "Falling in Love at First Sight".
Han Zhou smiled and gestured.
Babur got up and went to demonstrate.
Unlike Zheng Xiaojun's iron-blooded style, Babur's music is softer.
In addition to depicting war, it also expresses some personal emotions.
Han Zhou was a little surprised. If he used the soundtrack of "Changjin Lake" to compete with him, he might lose.
Because Han Zhou only has the soundtrack of "Changjin Lake", but no Teacher Liu can sing it with that flavor.
However, after listening to Babur's demonstration, Han Zhou knew he was in a good position.
What I brought out is definitely not something that can be won with this level of skill.
Although this is already top-notch music, it is still one level away from historical level.
The demonstrations ended one by one.
Han Sisheng glanced at the list and said, "Next one, New World Entertainment, Han Zhou."
When Han Zhou came on stage, Han Sisheng smiled and said, "This is your first time composing the main theme music. Don't feel pressured. Just perform well."
Han Zhou nodded seriously before inserting his USB drive into the computer.
Then start looking.
Soon, Han Zhou started playing files with the file name MP3 instead of AVI.
Everyone was a little confused.
Han Zhou: "I'm sorry, I wrote two interludes and a theme song, but without the cooperation of the National Orchestra and the Military Band, I personally can't find the resources to play these three songs, so there are only demos, no edited version."
Everyone was a little confused.
People in the industry probably know that Han Zhou took over part of Speedtone’s legacy, so logically there should be enough musicians, so why can’t he produce a few songs?
Han Zhou clicked on the first interlude song: "This song requires a children's choir or the best children's solo. This demo was sung by a child of an employee of the company. The pitch may not be accurate, but the accompaniment is fine."
When the song started playing, Zheng Xiaojun was completely stunned.
Babur tactically retreats.
Is this a song I wrote as part of a commission?
No way?
We are just having a meal, it's not your fault, right?!
You really want to win the prize!
When the second song was played, Babur realized that this bastard didn't want to win the award, but wanted to win all the music awards and original soundtrack awards in all film awards next year.
Han Zhou apologized and explained: "I'm sorry, everyone. This song needs a military band choir to sing. I asked the company's musicians to sing it, but it doesn't sound good. I'm sorry to bother you all."
Before the third song began, Han Zhou said, "I'm sorry, this is a symphony . Currently, there are only piano and violin quartet versions. My company can't afford a symphony orchestra, so we need the National Orchestra to perform. I'm really sorry that you only have to listen to a rough draft."
When the music started, Han Sisheng wanted to pick up his homemade artillery and fight the United States.
After the performance, Han Zhou bowed and said, "I'm sorry, but my family is small and we can't afford to support so many professional musicians. I'm sorry for the poor performance."
Han Sisheng smiled and said, "How is it?"
Cultural Troupe Representative: "Han Zhou, are you interested in joining the Cultural Troupe?"
Han Zhou scratched his head: "I opened a company."
The representative of the cultural troupe said regretfully: "Oh, I see."
Zheng Xiaojun has already closed the notebook for writing meeting minutes.
Why are you still remembering this? It's already G.
This still needs to be discussed! ? Goodbye, everyone doesn't want to continue to be beaten.
One fight is enough. I'm convinced. There's no need for a second round.
He hit me with three heavy punches, almost killing me. Let’s just kill him quickly.
Originally today was just a demonstration, and we need to discuss it next. After the selection is made, the director will have to listen to it. If the director thinks it is suitable, it will be reported to the three different departments for exchange of opinions.
But today Han Sisheng still acted arbitrarily.
"Okay, then please come over. The soundtrack for 'Charge' will be handed over to New World."
"Does anyone have any objections?"
Zheng Xiaojun: "I admit defeat."
Babur: "Support this decision, we are not worthy."
Han Zhou smiled and bowed: "Thank you, thank you."
“It was a close win.”
“Yours is also well written.”
“Your soundtrack is also wonderful.”
“We will work together.”
A group of people's noses were crooked because of quarreling with each other.
After walking out of the door, Zheng Xiaojun looked at Babur and said, "Did you see this brother's style?"
Babur wondered, "Style? The styles of the three songs are all different. Are there any consistent features?"
Zheng Xiaojun: "I'm talking about this person's style of doing things."
"It was my first time helping someone make an album. The song 'Falling in Love at First Sight' immediately took over the music industry and made me a legend with just one album."
"This is the first time I've taken on the main theme music, and I'm going to kill everyone with one punch."
"Does he always like to use his maximum strength every time he does something, beating people so hard that they dare not fight with him?"
"Is this considered being in the limelight?"
Babur: "To show off? That's a joke."
"Even if he lies on the ground, he is still two feet taller than the others. It's impossible for him not to stand out."
Zheng Xiaojun sighed: "Did the young people today grow up eating gunpowder?"
Babur shrugged. "Maybe he grew up eating piano."
The two looked at each other and smiled.
Then they went their separate ways.
Damn, what else can I do if I don't laugh? Cry?
It's only worth crying and regretting if you lose!
This guy got beaten up as soon as he got there. He was so stunned. Why is he crying?
In the office, several leaders of Huaying and representatives of the art troupe sat down with Han Zhou and chatted.
Han Sisheng made the decision: "Now that we have contacted everyone, you can finish the three interludes in the next few days. If there is anything missing from the other music, let me know and I will arrange for the resources."
We were chatting when the phone rang.
Han Sisheng picked up the phone. The person on the other end spoke so loudly that no one around could fail to hear him, even without turning on the speakerphone.
"That's it! I must choose this music!"
"Who wrote this? Is he there? I want to talk to him!"
"If these songs are used, the movie should be re-edited. I want to talk to him and see how to re-edit it!"
Han Sisheng: "Thank you, baldy. I'm not deaf. Whatever you're shouting, my ears almost exploded!"
Xie Fu on the other end of the phone: "￥%...＃%...@"
Han Sisheng pricked up his ears: "What the hell!? I didn't hear it clearly."
Xie Fu shouted: "You still say you are not deaf?"
After hearing this, Han Zhou was roughly certain that the person on the other end of the phone was definitely Xie Fu, the only fourth-generation director with some gas left in the tank, known as Xie Lao Hu.
In other words, he is half a generation older than Han Sisheng and dares to speak to Han Sisheng like this.
But it was also because he had worked with Han Sisheng when he was filming "Yangtze River Bank", and they have been brothers for decades.
After some communication, it was confirmed.
Han Zhou will go to the No. 1 Band tomorrow to make the official versions of these songs.
By then, Xie Fu will also go.
…
Wang Xiya, who had looked through the gifts eight times a day, finally discovered the secret of the card.
The card has a sandwich.
There is a card after opening the interlayer.
Dr. Chu from Plastic Surgery Hospital.
All the shyness, anticipation and other emotions in Wang Xiya's heart turned into doubts.
Aunt Wu knocked on the door: "Xia Xiya!"
Wang Xiya quickly put the lace into the box and opened the door.
Aunt Wu opened her arms and gestured: "Mr. Han, come up with this big stuffed husky toy."
The elevator door opened, and Han Zhou, wearing a suit, tried hard to stick his head out from behind the huge body of the plush husky.
Wang Xiya looked at it and wanted to laugh: "What is this?"
"Birthday present, happy birthday, Xia! Come on, I'll treat you to a nice meal."
Wang Xiya was puzzled: "Gift? What was that this morning?"
Han Zhou: "Oh, that's a gift from Wang Chuyang. I forgot to tell you."
Wang Xiya was even more confused: "Huh?"
Wang Xiya was very smart and thought of everything quickly.
How could Wang Chuyang prepare a gift by himself? He must have asked Wu Ma to prepare it. After Wu Ma prepared the gift, she must have given it the wrong gift for some reason, because Wang Chuyang would give Wang Xiya a very ugly keychain every year.
It is impossible to change it this year, so I must have taken the wrong one.
So, why?
Wang Xiya tilted her head and faced Han Zhou through Erha: "Do you know that Wu Ma is red and green color blind?"
Han Zhou: “??? There is such a thing?”
"It's normal not to know. After all, Aunt Wu herself doesn't know what color blindness is..." Wang Xiya paused and understood: "So, Wang Chuyang is in love?!"
"Puppy love?!"
Han Zhou stuck his head out from under the Husky plush toy's armpit: "Huh? How did you know?"
"Well, no, I don't know if he's in a relationship. How did you know he's in a relationship?"
"But Wang Chuyang is actually eighteen years old and heading towards twenty-five, so it can't be said that he's in a premature relationship, right?"
Wu Ma: "Aren't you tired of chatting with a dog between you?"
Wang Xiya looked at the huge husky plush toy that was more than two meters long.
Sure enough, this is Han Zhou's style.