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It is said that a daughter looks like her father.

These words are very apt for the father and daughter of the Yu family, and it is clear just by looking at their appearance; when it comes to character, usually "love comes from the heart", and Yu Feiwan must be willing to be more like his father.

In the study room on the second floor.

Yu Zongxian packed up his pen, ink, paper and inkstone, brewed a new pot of Phoenix Dancong, asked about his daughter's current situation, his attitude was gentle, and he responded to every sentence, which made people feel like spring breeze.

From his words and conversation, as well as his brilliant and restrained demeanor, it is not difficult to judge that this father is very knowledgeable and should have some status. Although Yu Feiwan never mentioned this on his own initiative, he was occasionally cueed on the show. In "Meeting"

"After becoming popular, it is no longer a secret.

Some fans even made "official" information descriptions.

As one of the only twenty full professors and doctoral supervisors in the Department of Folk Music, Yu Zongxian also serves as the deputy director of the Folk Music Department of the Huaxia Conservatory of Music and the artistic consultant of the ethnic orchestra affiliated to the department; at the National Painting and Calligraphy Exhibition sponsored by the Ministry of Culture and the Artists Association,

His works are listed with many legendary masters...

"Xiaokai."

Yu Feiwan was accustomed to reporting good news but not bad news. He didn't talk a few words about work. When he was admiring a poem his father had just written, he couldn't help but pick up a thin wolf hair and write a line.

"Haha, practice your small handwriting."

Those who are good at calligraphy have a hard time with regular script, and real regular script has a hard time with small characters. Yu Zongxian is good at regular script, and his handwriting is just like the person, handsome and upright. Yu Fei learned calligraphy and painting since he was a child. He never had any other teachers. He was all taught by his own father.

Taught.

But she prefers cursive script, just like she prefers freehand brushwork to fine brushwork.

"Recently, a music program wanted me to be a judge for several episodes." This is nothing new. Yu Zongxian just finished recording the National Instrumental Music Competition held by China Channel before New Year's Day.

In the past ten years, the School of Music has established a major event project [Chinese Ethnic Music Festival], and Professor Yu is one of the leading persons in charge of a series of sub-projects; the ethnic orchestra of the Department of Folk Music where he teaches won the gold medal in the National Ethnic Instrumental Music Concerto Competition last year.

.

However, unexpectedly, he immediately changed the topic and said: "This is an original music reality show. I was planning to turn it down, but the director was very sincere and told me that the contestant recommended by another guest was your new song producer."

people..."

"Who..." Yu Feiwan paused with his right hand in the air, his heart pounding wildly, and the pen tip was unstable, and it fell on the rice paper and stained a small ball of ink.

Yu Zongxian thought his daughter was asking who recommended it, so he replied: "Fu Yanxiu, Mr. Fu, hehe is also a judge, and he has a recommendation quota."

"Oh, so..." Fu Yanxiu, a gold medal music producer, has a good reputation in the circle. Yu Feiwan remembers that this big shot publicly recognized Jiang Ye's creative ability as early as the first album of [dream5]. If he recommends him,

It shouldn't be a polite comment.

Combining original creations, contestants, reality shows...

Pop and folk music...

She extracted the key information, and there were endless question marks in her mind. Since she didn't mention the name directly, it was probably a new show. If Teacher Fu can be invited, it must be a big platform. At least the program planning includes the team level, at least it is passable.

But Professor Yu actually considered participating in a variety show that was obviously more entertainment-oriented than a serious professional competition or a serious academic interview...

Could it be that it was really because someone else's recommendation had something to do with her? No, no, based on past facts and her understanding of her father, she immediately overturned this idea.

What about Jiang Ye? Have you received the invitation? If the program itself impresses even Professor Yu, it may be a good opportunity.

The song "Meet" made her famous. Although the song and the singer are mutually beneficial, the focus of the public and the media is still mainly focused on the singer in front of the stage. This is not only a normal phenomenon in the music industry, but also in the film and television industry.

Same thing.

For example, in a good movie, the audience will always remember the actors first, and some of the directors with higher heads will be famous. As for the screenwriter behind the scenes, I am afraid not many people know.

This is probably the fate of the creator, or maybe red flowers and green leaves have their own division of labor, but Yu Feiwan is smart and transparent, not only from the bottom of his heart, he never claims to be "the best among flowers", nor does he think that Jiang Ye's position is that of green leaves

.

Even though [Dongli]'s identity has been popular on the Internet for a while, she feels it's far from enough——

I believe Jiang Ye has her own plans and considerations after leaving Tianyou's independent portal; whether she is an ordinary fan or a knowledgeable industry practitioner, she hopes that her true talent can be seen by more people.

"Don't ask me anything else? It's been brewing for a long time." Yu Zongxian saw his daughter put down the pen, walked over to the desk and took a look, and laughed. On the spread white paper, the unruly wild grass looked like a startling dragon, and there were three big characters,

It says: [Not easy].

"Wonderful! It has the feeling of telling the truth with just one word and lifting a thousand pounds with four ounces." He put his hands behind his hands and admired it carefully. It had been a long time since he remembered his daughter practicing calligraphy when she was five or six years old. She really thought that she looked older at the age of three and looked older at the age of seven.

"If you like it, I'll write it down later." Yu Feiwan's expression became more lively, he slightly raised the corner of his mouth, and hid his left hand behind his back. After a moment, he said half-jokingly and half-seriously like his father, "It's always like that

It’s just four words, four words, nothing new.”

"Hahaha, okay, okay!" Yu Zongxian laughed heartily. Such a relaxed atmosphere is really rare for this family, but what should be said is always said, "I will have dinner with you later..."

"mom."

Just as the conversation started, familiar footsteps from the other side approached slowly. Yu Feiwan raised his eyes and called someone first. It had been two months since the last time he went home and broke up on bad terms. The relationship between mother and daughter was printed on the household registration page.

If you can't change, saying hello first is equivalent to giving in.

"Um..."

The visitor is none other than Yan Qing, the hostess of this house. Due to her family background and successful business, she is rarely introduced as "Professor Yu's wife" outside; even when the couple appears together,

People also respectfully call her "Teacher Yan".

"Didn't your father inform you in advance that we were having dinner with Secretary Cen and his family tonight?" Yan Qing looked at his daughter's casual attire and frowned slightly with dissatisfaction, "Forget it, we booked a Chinese restaurant anyway, so we have to straighten our hair.

That’s it.”

As she spoke, she waved her hands, with a bright and sharp look in her eyes, but it made the air pressure in the room lower in vain.

"Why bother having a meal with an old neighbor like asking your children to go on a blind date? Just be casual, it doesn't matter." Yu Zongxian continued and gestured with his eyes, as if to persuade his daughter, "Don't compete with your mother, she is like this

.”

When Yu Feiwan heard this, he just smiled faintly.

Let me tell you earlier, scenes like this are just commonplace. It would be surprising if the glamorous mother really worried about her blind date one day!

Furthermore, it’s not just the entertainment industry that frequents each other before the Lunar New Year?

The "old neighbor" in Professor Yu's words is Cen Shu, the vice-president of the Huaxia Peking Opera Theatre, and an old classmate, friend, and rival of Yanqing for many years.

"In March after the new year, the theater will join forces with the People's Art Theater and foreign embassies to hold a [Drama Night]."

Yan Qing had no time to chat with her husband. She looked at her daughter seriously and continued on her own, "In April, there will be a special performance of [Outstanding Young Actors] at the Experimental Theater... Recently I have been traveling everywhere, including the creative rehearsal at Jinghua Garden,

I heard you did a good job.

There will be an apprenticeship ceremony at Jinyang Restaurant in a few days, and the deputy editor-in-chief of Huaxia Channel will also come. There may be new trends in the opera channel. Then you can follow me..."

"How many days will it take?" Yu Feiwan interrupted, emphasizing his tone.

"The specific date... next Wednesday or Thursday, I forgot." Yan Qing glanced at the clock on the wall impatiently, "Just remember this one thing, get ready to go, the rest is done after dinner

Say it again."

"..." Yu Feiwan suppressed his disappointment and all kinds of overwhelming emotions, one wave after another, even covering up the strong pain in his left hand that had not healed.

She fumbled with the strap, caressed the fine scratches on the dial, remembering the years when her grandma was alive; at the same time, she silently placed her hope in the last sentence, "Let's talk about the rest after dinner."

Yu Zongxian stood up, handed the coat to his daughter, and patted her shoulder: "Let's go. I remember back then, Cen Shu often took his son to see your grandma for medical treatment. Didn't you like that brother when you were a child?

He returned to China, and the first operation in ophthalmology was at the Third Hospital, and he returned from scientific research to clinical practice."

…

"Is it okay to register online?"

"Don't worry, it's okay."

At that time, thousands of miles away in the ancient town of Langqiong, Jiang Ye and Xiao Qiao were sitting in the small courtyard of [Mozhu], discussing whether to drive Grandma Qiao to a large hospital in Zicheng for a check-up early tomorrow morning.

Although when I woke up recently, Xiao Qiao still couldn't believe the fact that the tenant upstairs was Jiang Ye. She always felt lightheaded.

But at this moment, she finally felt real.

"Grandma Qiao is sick, you have to take good care of yourself, don't let her worry." Jiang Ye took out a tissue and saw that there were tears in the corners of Xiao Qiao's eyes, and she was unresponsive, like a lost lamb.

He sighed silently, turned on his phone, searched for "Athletes' March" on the music software, and clicked to play.

Xiao Qiao suddenly became excited. He was stunned for a few seconds and laughed through tears: "In our school, the third grade of junior high school does not need to do recess exercises."

"Hey, I don't care about that moment."

Jiang Ye stretched his arms and thought of the script sent to Tang Shuo during the day. He geared up and said, "Are you hungry? Have a late night snack on the hour."

"Is it still Zhu Rui's house?" Xiao Qiao didn't know that the mysterious tenant recognized her under the dim street light the night she delivered takeout for the first time.

"No, I'll do it." Jiang Ye said decisively, "Ecstasy rice, haha, just wait."

"Ah...ah? What?"

Xiao Qiao rubbed her eyes and followed Jiang Ye with her eyes.

The moonlight is quiet, and the night wind suddenly shakes the branches and leaves of the camellia tree. The season is obviously still late winter, but in my heart it is like a wake of stings in mid-spring.

She raised her hand and lowered it quietly, watching the petals on Jiang Ye's shoulder blowing away in the wind.

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ps: The World Cup and Comedy Contest 2 are over.

I hope you all stay healthy and don't fall victim to this disease.

See something nice and eat something delicious.

peace, yo~