In Huang Zhong's mind, whether it is Journey to the West or the Red Chamber, the composers of these two plays are directly awarded the gods, so it is quite appropriate to have one Xu Xian and one Wang Shen.

Of course this is not his spoof, it is just to express his respect.

"King God, God, isn't that great?" Wang Dao frowned slightly. In this sensitive period, the word God is good.

"Then call me Wang, everyone." Huang Zhong also followed the good deeds.

OK, Director Wang nodded directly this time, and then pulled Huang Zhong excitedly: "Let's go, it's time to dinner, don't starve the child, let's have a chat while eating."

Eating is the most conducive to communicating feelings. Although it is not to invite Huang Zhong and his daughter to the restaurant, it is still OK to make a few good dishes in the canteen of the guesthouse.

"Come first and then come."

The old lady also took Director Wang's hand aside with impoliteness. She really couldn't fight head-on to this manly man, Director Wang, so she said happily: "Together together."

The restaurant is also on the first floor of the guesthouse. Several people happened to sit at a table. Little Li went to arrange the food. In a short while, four dishes and one soup came, and the staple food was rice.

Huang Zhong first served a bowl of white rice for his daughter, while Huang Dingding blinked his eyes and asked curiously: "Dad, why is this rice white?"

This is the first time I have seen rice when I’m eating corn stubble at home.

"Come on, auntie." Zhu Lin wanted to take on the responsibility of a lesbian and take care of the children for dinner.

Huang Zhongze smiled, and saw Huang Dingding skillfully picking up chopsticks, picking up a piece of meat slices in the pot, and putting them in Huang Zhong's bowl. This little girl has a very good self-care ability.

Children at this time are all pretty, and they are basically born in life.

The father and daughter looked at each other and smiled. The little eyes that supported each other, and everyone else on the table felt very warm.

Director Yang looked particularly kind today: "It's great, my daughter is my father's little cotton-padded jacket."

She and her husband Wang Chongqiu were both on the Journey to the West crew and left their teenage daughter at home. I feel a little guilty when I think about it.

Huang Zhong also picked up a piece of meat for his daughter: "I hope the little cotton jacket will not leak the air."

Everyone laughed, had a very pleasant meal, and agreed on the following charter: Huang Zhong first did the creation here, wait for the song to come out, and then found a unit to play.

Huang Zhong also made a quick decision with the two directors that after he completed the arrangement, he would perform Journey to the West and prepare to cooperate with the orchestra of the ballet. The music of the Red Chamber is to be prepared to cooperate with the film band, and the two directors need to send people first.

Contact.

After dinner, the two groups of people were satisfied. Before leaving, Director Yang agreed to take Huang Zhong to the station to see the sample tomorrow, and then work will start.

"Director Yang, I have some private matters to deal with tomorrow, should I start the day after tomorrow?" Huang Zhong felt Director Yang's style of conduct and said directly.

Director Wang couldn't help but joke: "Director Yang, you are a bit like Huang Shiren. Xiao Huang has become Yang Bailao instead. You two are going against each other."

Everyone laughed and stood up and left the seat. Huang Zhong and Zhu Lin were also preparing to go back to their rooms to rest.

Zhu Lin lives on the second floor. She gently touched Huang Dingding's little face, feeling a little numb, and she smiled and said, "Let's go upstairs and play with my aunt, and give you a fragrance."
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Huang Dingding looked up at his father, his little eyes were filled with a bit of desire. The little girl really couldn't stand this temptation.

"Look, this is going to leak, go and go."

Huang Zhong spread his hands, which made Zhu Lin chuckled and pulled Huang Dingding upstairs.

Back in his room, Huang Zhong first made a pot of boiling water, then opened his bag, took out a thick stack of white paper from it, which were densely filled with notes.

In the past two months, he has basically completed most of the arrangement.

The entire TV series is definitely not as simple as a few songs. According to the specific plot, characters and events, there are hundreds of background music.

Simply put, what music Zhu Bajie uses for appearance, what monkeys use, what fairies use, what Chang'e Xiandian dance, all kinds of things.

So this is definitely a huge, time-consuming and laborious project. Don’t really think that 250 yuan per episode is easy to get?

Every note is the crystallization of hard work.

Huang Zhong has perfected the creation in his hands and has a complete plan in his mind: based on the two of you, he will try again to see if he can incorporate some classic songs and create classics among classics.

He lay on the small coffee table and wrote quickly, and time was passing quietly.

At some point, Zhu Lin led Huang Dingding to appear at the door, looking at the figure at the desk under the desk lamp, and couldn't help but feel a little confused.

A man who focuses on work is really handsome.

Huang Zhong was tired of writing in one breath, put down the pencil in his hand, rubbed his eyes, stretched his waist, and then his daughter's voice came from his ear: "Dad!"

For Huang Zhong, this is the best music.

He smiled and opened his arms and hugged the little guy in his arms. Well, it was really fragrant.

Moreover, the two little girls on their heads disappeared and were braided into two thin braids.

"Teacher Zhu, thank you." Huang Zhong stood up and thanked.

"Teacher Huang, the creative conditions here are a bit difficult, right?" Zhu Lin said, looking at the narrow coffee table and the dim desk lamp.

Huang Zhong said disapprovingly: "It's not hard, compared to his hometown, it's already very good."

Zhu Lin was silent.

Her hometown is the capital, and even in difficult times, it was better than most parts of the country. Later, she studied medicine, acting, and became an actor. She did not suffer much.

At this moment, she finally felt something: it turns out that suffering is relative, just like a person drinking water, he knows the cold and warmth.

"Teacher Huang, can you show me the song about the daughter's love you wrote? I think it is very helpful for understanding the role." Zhu Lin then expressed his request.

"No problem."

Huang Zhong said as he pulled out a few pages of paper from a pile of paper. This was the complete music score, including the soundtrack, and handed over it.

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Under the dim light, Huang Zhong couldn't help but sigh in his heart: He is really born with beauty.

Unlike later artificial beauties, this is a kind of beauty with a very classical charm, with a warm and noble temperament. No matter what era it is, it will make people feel excited.

Huang Zhong couldn't help but shake his head and murmured: "It's so difficult for Monk Tang. How can I get the two Dharmas in the world to live up to the Tathagata and never let you down."

Zhu Lin quickly took the music score, turned around and said goodbye, and returned to his room as if he was running away.

Close the door, her heart still jumped rapidly, thinking about the words "Don't let down the Tathagata and don't let down the Buddha" and you're not impressed.

In this world, Tsangyang Gyatso did not appear.

The next morning, Huang Zhong led his daughter to the cafeteria to have breakfast very actively. In the words of the second senior brother, if you are not active in eating, you must have problems with your thoughts.

Although the meat buns with a big fist donuts are not much meat, it is like a delicacy for the two men who can only eat some meat during the Chinese New Year.

Even Huang Dingding, a little bitch, eliminated two big buns. Well, he ate as much as Zhu Lin on the opposite side.

"Where is Teacher Huang going today? My family is from Beijing. I can give you tour guides to you two." Zhu Lin asked after dinner.

Huang Zhong shook his head apologetically and said, "I want to go home and take a look. Ding Ding hasn't seen her grandfather yet."

"Oh, it turns out that Teacher Huang's home is also in the capital." Zhu Lin noticed that Teacher Huang's face was not right, so he quickly stopped talking and silenced the porridge in the bowl.

I heard Huang Zhong's self-talk from the opposite side: "Go home? Go home!"

No. 43 Baojia Street, Fuxingmen, Beijing.

This is the former site of Yuan Chun Palace, and its current name is the Central Conservatory of Music, the top music institution in China.

In the morning, the sun was shining. Huang Zhong took his daughter's little hand and came to the ancient archway. He looked up at the six big characters in the middle, and then led his daughter to walk past the door.

Back then, he studied in the junior class of the Central Conservatory of Music, an unforgettable memory!

Leading his precious daughter, Huang Zhong walked on the ancient street, the familiar scenery and strange people around him seemed to be walking through time, reappearing yesterday.

There seemed to be a familiar melody in my ears: When I was young I'd listen to the radio Waiting for my favorite songs…

Finally, Huang Zhong stopped in front of a courtyard, which was Beijing Film Studio, and adjacent to the news documentary film studio that was separated later. Many employees of these two companies live in this courtyard.

This was once Huang Zhong’s home.

However, eight years ago, his mother died of illness, and five years ago, his father Huang Jianye was preparing to re-establish a new family, Huang Zhong chose to go to the countryside to join the countryside. Until now, he has never stepped into this house again.
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Huang Zhong was still a willful boy at that time.

But for Huang Zhong who has returned back now, everything is already in the past. Huang Zhong, who has a complete life experience, can understand his father, and no longer resent, and can face all this calmly.

"Dad, Dad, is this grandpa's house? Is grandpa fierce?"

Huang Dingding pulled her father's clothes, and she also had her own little thoughts. In fact, the little guy who lost his mother since childhood is very sensitive.

"Grandpa is..."

Huang Zhong didn't know what to say, so he reached out to touch his daughter's head: "Ding Ding is so cute, grandpa will definitely like it."

Well, the little guy tried his best to look confident.

Originally, Huang Dingding was really beautiful after being redesigned.

My father bought her a little braggie and red leather sandals, which made her feel like a little princess.

Huang Zhong took a deep breath and walked into the courtyard. It was almost noon. Many people came back from get off work on bicycles, with vegetable baskets hanging on the handlebars or pockets wearing aluminum lunch boxes.

Everyone was in a hurry, but mostly had peaceful smiles on their faces, which looked so simple and so heart-wrenching.

This is still a simple era, a bright smile.

Huang Zhong came to the door of a family, took a deep breath again, and was about to knock on the door.

There was a thud of footsteps behind me, with a very bright rhythm, and then a loud voice came: "Who are you, you are sneaking around at my door?"

Huang Zhong turned around and saw a young girl in front of him, looking like she was seventeen or eighteen years old, but her dress was incompatible with the current girls.

First of all, my hair was actually permed with big waves. I was wearing a bat shirt on my upper body and jeans on my lower body.

This dress was absolutely fashionable in 1985.

His eyes are bold and straightforward, with a big mouth and a big face. He is not good-looking, but he is very unique, making people feel like a carefree and cheerful girl. How can I say it? It means a bit big and sassy.
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Huang Zhong couldn't help but blink, as if he saw a rose with morning dew and thorns in the depths of time.
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