A pleasant life in a courtyard

Unlike Li's biological mother, Qiu Fanghua is still very reasonable as a wife.

On weekdays, if the eldest grandson complained when Li's mother was around, Li Xiang would suffer some physical pain.

Unfortunately, the chief judge is not here today, so no one took the complaint from the victim, Xiao Li Rui.

Qiu Fanghua skillfully picked him up from the child's chair, and then took him to take a bath and change clothes.

Li Xiang continued to stay and eat his meal.

At the end of the meal, his eyes lingered on the glass with some malted milk left.

He listened carefully to the movement in the room again, and it didn't look like he would come out anytime soon.

When Qiu Fanghua heard him singing the first line, she put down the book in her hand and listened carefully.

At the same time, he also took out the retouching fee and put it on the table.

Li Xiang returned to the room humming and showed off a few words in front of his wife.

Let's swing our breasts, children's songs seem good for chorus.

It seems that being a copywriter is not that simple.

The book he is holding now is a list of cultural and entertainment works.

"This tune is really special. I want to dance when I listen to it." Qiu Fanghua said with a smile.

In the past, Li Xiang had no chance and could only stick to himself.

This anthem was composed for the 1991th China Ethnic Minority Games held in .

As Li Xiang sang, he thought to himself that this time he would take this opportunity to change the zodiac sign in the first line to nationality.

It was written around the turn of the millennium or later, and the arrangement and lyrics are a bit too fashionable, so it would be very strange to put it out now.

No matter how the major platforms emphasize that it is not a nation but a zodiac sign, everyone seems to turn a deaf ear and say that I have been singing like this since I was a child.

Instead, they were signed by him in the form of song scores, novels, and videos.

There are many songs that I have been familiar with since childhood, but I didn’t expect that each of them is already so old.

"How's it going? It sounds okay." He looked at Qiu Fanghua expectantly.

It was Huang Tian who paid off and was met by him this time.

Some songs are suitable for the age, but the content of the songs is not in line with Li Xiang’s experience.

The retouching fee was packed in a paper envelope, which was almost bursting.

He was not the only one who had this question in later generations.

There is no such thing as Little Baiyang. It tells the story of frontier warriors.

There was a set of rattan chairs in the middle. Li Xiang usually sat on the rattan chair when he read, so there were a lot of information books piled on the coffee table in the middle.

That's not true. Some parts of this song draw on the tones of ethnic minorities such as Guangxi and Yunnan.

"If you can use it, use it. If you can't use it, don't come to me again." Li Xiang looked at his look and said deliberately.

Guests from far away ask you to stay?

She didn't see Li Xiangren in the room, and she didn't plan to look for him. No need to think about it, he must be in the study again.

Joy is really joyful, hard control is also really hard control.

"If you think it's okay, I'll hand this over when they come back tomorrow." Li Xiang said happily with a grin.

Naturally, these works are not in the form of being signed and imprinted in his mind.

His desk was placed against the wall. Except for the back, it was surrounded by bookshelves filled with books.

When Qiu Fanghua settled her son and came out, the table had been cleared.

He also has many small notebooks, and the one he took out today is just one of them.

No, this song already exists.

But in everyone’s impression, the first sentence has always been about fifty-six ethnic groups, and it is also extremely consistent with the content of the lyrics that follow.

He was worried about spilling the beans when he took it out rashly.

"Well, as long as you don't tell me, and they don't know that I showed up, they will just say that I was hiding under the box." Li Xiang lifted up the quilt and lay down on the bed.

Li Xiang flipped through page after page, picking and choosing.

Soon, a thick colored book appeared in the middle of the desk.

When Li wanted to hand him the lyrics and music draft, the man only scanned it once, and he was already sure that he had found the finale song this time.

"Love my China and build our country."

The next day, yesterday's visitor reported at Li Xiang's door on time again today.

He has lived two lives and has never had the chance to understand what the fifty-six constellations are trying to express.

"Fifty-six ethnic groups, fifty-six flowers."

. . . . . .

"It's so fast, you won't change it anymore." Qiu Fanghua thought this was the first draft.

When Li Xiang is at home, he usually stays here.

After drinking it in one sip, I smacked it in my mouth. It was so sweet that it was so delicious.

In addition to these things, there are also many interesting ornaments, large or small, placed in the open spaces of the room. Li Xiang picked these up and took them out without any taboos.

Found it, that's it

Soon after, Li Xiang picked up the cup and emptied his son's remaining drink.

Li Xiang hugged her, tilted his head and kissed the top of her head, sighing contentedly.

After choosing all night, Li Xiang found a satisfactory choice from the playlist until Qiu Fanghua came to urge him.

When he walked out of the study room, Li Xiangdu started humming.

It's not impossible that a country can be determined with just one draft, but this time the superiors attach so much importance to it that they can get it done once they submit the draft.

"Fifty-six tribes, brothers and sisters are one family."

"Love me, China, and the athletes will step up."

Li wanted to know that each one was worth the maximum amount of ten yuan. They really spent a lot of money this time.

No, no, no, it doesn’t make sense. I’ve never been to XJ.

When his wife has nothing to do, she rarely comes to disturb him.

This time he had to break it all together.

Li Xiang's study was tidied up so that he felt safe.

At this time, he was flipping through the small book he took out from the space.

The purpose of the book is to record the list of items signed in over the years.

Once released, it became popular all over the country due to its lively tunes and positive lyrics.

Because the categories are too many and too complex, the contents recorded in different notebooks are also different.

A classic is a classic.

ah! There is also.

The result of going to another place yesterday was still not satisfactory, so he returned to Li Xiang's place. It was pure luck to treat a dead horse as a living horse.

This was because he was afraid that Li Xiang would regret it and take the manuscript back.

"It works, it works, it's so useful. Comrade Li Xiang, you have such a good work, why are you taking it out now." While the man was talking, he had already put the manuscript into his briefcase.

Li Xiang's fingers skimmed over the small book line by line, and did not stop until he reached the page almost in the middle.

What Li Xiang is looking for now is a playlist, which he vaguely remembers called "One Hundred Classic Red Songs."

Qiu Fanghua leaned over, leaned her head on his shoulder, and said softly: "I'm not stupid, how could I reveal your true identity to others?"

Many literary artists who have just returned are really impressed by the huge retouching fees.

Spending thousands of gold to buy horse bones is nothing more than that.