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Chapter 3 'Silk Road in Star Language'

A video began to play on the huge LCD screen behind the stage. The first thing that caught everyone's attention was a corner, where there was a synthesizer, a drum set that had not yet been fully assembled, two sets of high and low keyboards, and some electronic pickups.

Scattered in front of several messy high chairs.

The angle of view was filled with soft orange lights, and there was no one in the lens. Then the lens began to shake slightly and then started to move.

Through the lens, you can see an empty small stage with half of the stage laser lights installed. Not far away, some empty wine cabinets, bar counters, tables and chairs are scattered in the open space with some corrugated wrapping paper that has not been removed.

It's like being in a small livehouse that has not yet been renovated.

?"Have you started recording yet? Xiao Meow"

A lazy, soft and magnetic voice emerged from outside the screen. Yan Qing could tell that it was his own voice, and he had an instinctive sense of familiarity.

"We started early, Brother Qing, but you have to click this button before the camera will focus on you. It is flipped over now and is shooting in front of you."

A soft and waxy voice answered.

???Then the camera flipped, and a smiling face with two small tiger teeth slightly appeared on the screen.

The camera slowly moved back, revealing a little girl with a bob haircut and a simple lace choker tied at the lower end of her neck. She was dressed like Matilda in the movie "Leon" in her previous life, with a smile.

Take your hand away from the camera.

?"I told you, I'll take the photo, but you have to do it yourself, don't you know how to use it? Hey, you can record it now."

In the camera, next to the girl named Xiaomiao, squatting is a man wearing a black woolen hat and a printed baseball jacket.

The man slowly stood up and approached the camera. Yan Qing could clearly see that this was the face of a very unfamiliar man. He looked about 30 years old. His facial features were very three-dimensional. His hair and ears were covered by a hooded hat. The brim of the hat was

It was pulled so low that you couldn't see his hairline.

His face looks a little tired, the blue stubble on his cheeks is shining, the dark circles are a bit heavy, the eye sockets are deep, the nose is straight, and the lips are a bit thin. The man's eyes looking at the camera are full of weariness, and the man's face is full of tiredness.

Smiling slightly.

"I'm Yan Qing, and the girl next to me is my assistant Miao Miao. Everyone, it's been a long time.

Now we are at a friend's venue, mao, that's his name, right? Mao Livehouse is here to record this video for everyone.

Ever since I received the invitation from Brother Guang and the program team, I have come here often to practice these instruments. After all, I have put them down for a long time to avoid any embarrassment when I appear on the program."

The man turned to the girl and said, "That's right, Xiaomei."

?"Yes, I have been your assistant, Brother Qing, for more than three years. I didn't even know you knew these musical instruments besides the piano.

Finally, the equipment, musical instruments, etc. that have been gathering dust in our warehouse have been moved here and have a place to be put to use.”

??Yan Qing in the video paused and seemed to organize his words.

"It happened a long time ago. This time I will bring my own lyrics and music to the stage to perform. It can be regarded as giving myself an explanation.

I calmly spoke out some of my inner thoughts that I had buried for quite some time.

Use dreams as a horse to ride on the waves, and live up to your youth."

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Yan Qing, who was watching this scene on the stage, had some embarrassment in his eyes.

"Teacher Junzi, Teacher Xiaodajin, I'm sorry, I was wrong... I thought it was a tribute cover in the competition show "Singer"...

This time, I was told directly in the video that I wrote the lyrics and composed the music, and my eyes looked quite sad."

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"Also, in addition to performing on stage, Brother Qing, you also need to share your business plan ideas with other operating partners of the show in the recorded video.

Take another look at the column planning and the content of the email sent by Teacher Yili, um, No, here it is."

Miao Miao in the camera is holding a mobile phone with one hand and pointing the other hand at the screen for Yan Qing to see.

"Yeah, thank you, Xiaomei. For this part, I had some preliminary ideas after receiving Brother Guang's call.

I know that many people may have some feelings that have been hidden for many years deep in their hearts.

It may be the regret of missing each other and never getting it again, or it may be some traces of heartbeat that were not noticed when we were young and frivolous.

And we all know that the sign of a mature person is that he can live in this society with these shortcomings in his face.

Only at certain times in the dead of night, these emotions will inadvertently seep out from under the strict protection of the subconscious, allowing you to savor them to your heart's content.

So my idea is that in the future, my partner and I can collect these scattered emotions from our audience through our respective channels and with the assistance of the program team, and build a platform like a banyan tree cave.

Through the communication and re-creation between my partner and I, I will deliver these beautiful things to everyone in the form of scripts and songs.?

I think this should be a very meaningful, beautiful and valuable business activity.”

In the video, Yan Qingan quietly talks about these thoughts to the camera.

"Brother Qing, what you said is really good." Miao Miao cooperated and clapped and clenched her fists to cheer.

"Then, that's the end of the video. I'll continue to practice the piano. Thank you all." Yan Qing in the camera stretched out his hand. After he said this, the entire video stopped abruptly.

"Hey, music production is still my specialty. Does script writing make things difficult for me?"

???The big screen behind the stage slowly changed back to its previous warm background color. Yan Qing adjusted the guitar's canvas shoulder strap while calculating.

"Okay, welcome back everyone. I am your old friend Yang Guang. This is a large-scale celebrity real-life dream-building and management program "Star Talk Silk Road" jointly produced by Whisper Video and Shanghai Pearl TV with many celebrity management partners.

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This program is exclusively titled and broadcast by Vila mobile phone with 50 million pixels front-facing soft light selfie camera, clearer backlit photos, five-minute charge, and three-hour talk time. You can watch us on Whisper Video and Pearl TV

program, you can also participate in the real-time interaction by participating in the super topic #星语丝路# on the Whisper app.”

The skilled oral broadcast of the bald man on the stage allowed Yan Qing to obtain some information. The middle-aged man who had always been called the bald man in his heart was named Yang Guang, and he seemed to have a familiar relationship with this body.

At this time, the program team had probably arranged for commercials to be inserted, and now he had a rough understanding of the nature of the program.

"Sure enough, it was a big mistake. This program is not the finals of "Singer", nor is it "If You Are the One". It turns out to be called "Star Language Silk Road"."

Yan Qing complained silently.

?"So, thanks to Yan Qing, today not only brought a very nice original song "The Beginning of Autumn", but also a very thoughtful business idea.

I have begun to look forward to the cooperation between you and your partners in the future to produce some high-quality songs and film and television scripts on our "Star Language Silk Road" platform."

Yang Guang's praise is tantamount to adding another punch to Yan Qing's inner guilt caused by the plagiarism.

?"Thank you, Brother Guang."

Yan Qing has already organized how to deal with it.

"These are just some preliminary ideas. The follow-up plan needs to be further improved by Brother Guang, the program team, and my partners."

??Yang Guang took over the conversation with a smile.

"Then we are about to enter the next round of (Die Lian Hua). After (Sapphire Case) is played, the female artists have one minute to think about it.

Everyone with lights still on the stage will be able to ask Yan Qing a round of questions. After Yan Qing answers their questions, the two parties will enter the final stage of mutual selection (Magpie Bridge Immortal).

Yan Qing heard the program link names for two more rounds.

From the opening (Lang Tao Sha), the second round (Poppy Poppies), the third round (Sapphire Case), the fourth round (Die Lian Hua), and the last round (Magpie Bridge Immortal).

These are all classic lyrics from Song Dynasty. In addition, some of the music styles used in the program and Yan Qing had enough energy at this time to observe that there were many audience members dressed in dazzling Hanfu styles in the auditorium.

It seems that in the Chinese country where this body is located, some elements of Chinese classical culture are much more popular than in previous eras.

? Yan Qing looked at the guest seats again. Female artist No. 1, singer Wang Wanxi, female artist No. 2, actor Yi Yi, female artist No. 4, and Huayou crossover star Yu Zhiwei all remained standing at this time, paying attention to the stage.

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They are all waiting for Yang Guang to start the (Die Lian Hua) link. They all seem to be quite interested in becoming Yan Qing's business partner.

As for the guest seat No. 3, because the lights had been turned off long ago, darkness enveloped the seat. The ballet dancer and actor named Weng Huaijing seemed to be sitting safely in the darkness.

Whether he was waiting for the next male guest to appear on stage, or simply taking a rest with his eyes closed while the artist was busy making announcements, Yan Qing wondered to himself.


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