My old bacon is back

So, he went to Hu Douban to post and asked, "Has anyone watched the award ceremony of the 13th Science Fiction Star Awards? What is the name of the piano piece that was played at the end? It's so beautiful!"

"Winter Melon Mantou" is considered the big V of Hu Douban's music section. As soon as his post was posted, there were many comments immediately.

"First!"

"In this world, is there a song that Winter Melon Mantou has never heard?"

"Whoever has the link, hurry up and upload one! If it can catch the ears of the boss, the song must be extraordinary!"

"Here I come, I brought the video of the awards ceremony over here, everyone, take a look!"

[50.Chapter 50 Braised Pork]

In the post of Winter Melon Mantou, someone posted the video of tonight’s Star Awards Ceremony, and many people clicked in. Although the piano sound at the end was quite low, the ones who can click in now are all enthusiasts, and they were quickly rejected. This song is captivating.

"Fuck! It's really nice. The melody sounds a little sad, but it's not vulgar. Every note seems to fall on my heart. I want to cry inexplicably. Does anyone know who the author is? Does he have any other works?"

"I seldom listen to music and I am moved, but when I heard this song today, it was really comfortable and warm. I asked for the title of the song and wanted to download it. I listened to it while I was sleeping."

"I announce that this song has been added to my favorite piano song playlist, now it's just the name of the song, brothers!"

"Half an hour has passed, does anyone know what the song is called?"

Donggua Mantou flicked through the post anxiously. There were hundreds of replies in the post, but no one knew the name of the song and who was the author?

Could it be that this is a new song?

No, today, we must dig out the author of this piece of music!

correct!

This is the award ceremony of the Science Fiction Star Awards, so the one who plays the piano must be a staff member?

Thinking this way, Donggua Mantou began to speak: "Now everyone doesn't know who the author is, right? Listen to me, let's just go to Weibo and ask the organizer of this award ceremony to know? Hurry up, there are many people." big!"

So, a group of people rushed to the official Weibo account of the Star Awards.

"What's the name of the song at the end of tonight's award ceremony @科学天星奖!"

"This piece of music is very nice. Did you specially invite musicians to compose it?"

"Who is the person playing this piece? The performance is very smooth. This person's piano skills must not be low."

"Hurry up and hand over the little brother who plays the piano!"

"What little brother, I think she is a beautiful sister!"

The official Weibo of the Science Fiction Star Awards is a girl from Star City Publishing House. Normally, when she posts a Weibo, the number of comments and likes on this account is only a few hundred.

But tonight, when she was having a celebration wine with everyone from Star City Publishing House, her phone started to vibrate continuously, and it was full of vibrating notifications from Weibo.

She opened it and saw, good guy, the latest official Weibo of the Star Awards has more than 3000 comments.

She was a little confused when she just read the comments, but after reading a few more, she suddenly understood.

Looking for a piano piece that was played at the end of the awards ceremony? ?

These people are really good, and they all ran to Weibo!

After thinking about it, she told Qian Fuqiang about this matter. Qian Fuqiang, who was drinking to his heart's content, was in a daze, and said, "Since... since it's about the awards ceremony, isn't it the Xidu TV station? Well, let's not worry about this kind of thing, everyone has been busy for several months for this Star Awards, just have fun today!"

No one paid attention to the group of winter melon steamed buns, which tickled the hearts of the group, so they could only enjoy watching the video of the awards ceremony every day.

……

Gao Wenxuan chatted with Qi Yuan for a long time, if it wasn't because of his advanced age that he had to go back to the hotel to rest, Qi Yuan felt that this old man could talk to him till dawn.

Sending Gao Wenxuan to the car, watching the car drive away, Song Cai pulled Qi Yuanyu and said earnestly: "Old Gao, you are really a big boss, if you can get his appreciation, as long as you don't cross the line in the future, and don't do something you shouldn't do." You will go smoothly in the future, and this kind of opportunity is a blessing that many people can't ask for, so you have to seize it."

Qi Yuan smiled lightly, and said, "You still have to rely on yourself to forge iron!"

Song Cai said again: "I have to say sorry for what happened last time."

What Song Cai said was, of course, that the last time he invited Qi Yuan to audition for a play, Qi Yuan had already been booked, but Tianhao's people pushed him away in the end.

Qi Yuan waved his hand and said, "Such a thing, in our circle, is not a common thing. You don't have to worry about it, Director Song."

The entertainment industry is very cruel, without absolute strength, and with such a bit of luck, it is very difficult to get ahead.

There are tens of thousands of students graduating from major film academies and film and television schools every year, but in the end, how many of them are able to make their mark in this circle and truly become well-known?

Qi Yuan knew very well in his heart that in this circle, he had to rely on himself for everything. Since being a salted fish would inevitably lead to the fate of being squeezed out by capital, then he should be a capital himself.

Saying goodbye to Song Cai, Qi Yuan got on his little e-Donkey, made phone calls with Hao Weekend and Dang Wanqing each, and confirmed the preparations for "The Silent Truth". Everything is going smoothly. Left and right, you can start shooting in groups.

As soon as he rode to the door of the house, Qi Yuan saw the message from Cheng Cheng.

"The last recording of the show will be in two days. Have you prepared any presents for me?"

Qi Yuan frowned when he saw it. It's not like he won't be able to watch the show after it's recorded. What kind of gift is he giving?

Thinking so in his heart, of course he couldn't say it out, Qi Yuan replied: "What gift do you want!"

Cheng Cheng replied in seconds: "How can anyone ask the person who gave the gift what kind of gift they want!"

"Oh, I can't help it. I used to be given gifts by others. I have no experience!"

"Have you ever given Gu Hongli a gift? [question mark] [question mark] [question mark]"

How did Qi Yuan respond to these words, so Qi Yuan quickly changed the subject: "Then what gift are you going to give me?"

"Secret! You will know when the time comes! By the way, you don't know, I was filming in this big mountain, and there were mosquitoes everywhere, and I was bitten several times on my thigh! [Grievance] [Grievance] [Grievance]"

In Qi Yuan's mind, Cheng Cheng's big white legs suddenly appeared in front of his eyes, and he typed: "?? Is there such a thing? Quickly take a photo and show me the scene of the crime!"

Then Cheng Cheng didn't reply to Qi Yuan's news. I don't know if the filming started again.

Qi Yuan parked the little eDonkey, and a girl from the third department gave him a bag of local eggs from her home, but found a very familiar black car parked in front of the house.

He had a faint bad feeling.

Today, Qi's father and Qi's mother seemed to have closed the store very early. Qi Yuan, carrying an egg, pushed the door in. He heard Qi's father cooking in the kitchen in full swing, and Qi's father's happy voice came from the kitchen. Come out: "Girl, do you want braised pork! You don't need to manage your body recently, do you?"

A female voice followed: "No, no, you must have a bowl of braised pork! You don't know, I like your dish! I haven't eaten for a long time!"

Hearing this female voice, Qi Yuan felt goosebumps all over his body. He took two steps forward and saw a woman in short sleeves, blue jeans, and a ball head in the living room, without shoes, sitting on the sofa. On the table, holding a bag of potato chips in his hand, his crystal clear feet dangled gently in the air.

slap.

Qi Yuan loosened his hand, and the egg shattered to the ground.