Beijing, Expedition Media Group Building.

He Baozhen was passing by the recording studio while chatting and laughing with a group of senior executives, and suddenly heard a faint sound of piano coming from the recording studio.

Everyone stopped. Among them, Vice President Hu Zhongshu, who was walking in the front, looked like he was listening. After a while, he turned around and asked: "Is this a new song for Clover? It sounds pretty good! Who wrote it?"

He Baozhen also felt strange. The melody was really amazing. She shook her head, and finally walked over and opened the door of the recording studio. Then everyone saw Guan Tingjiao sitting in front of the piano and playing slowly.

Playing.

As if aware of the movement, Guan Tingjiao raised her head and glanced at the door, then stopped playing the piano and stood up: "Mr. Hu, Sister Baozhen."

He Baozhen nodded and said, "What song did you play? It sounds very good, and Mr. Hu is very interested."

Guan Tingjiao was startled and stopped talking.

Seeing this, Hu Zhongshu asked curiously: "Did Xiaoguan write it himself? Not bad, I didn't realize you still have such talent."

He Baozhen was also a little surprised.

But I don’t believe it at all. If she has such talent, even God can’t stop Guan Tingjiao from making her solo debut.

Guan Tingjiao shook her head and said: "No, this song is a work that has been published by others. It is called..."Next Year Today", and it is a Cantonese song."

"Cantonese song?"

Hu Zhongshu became interested: "Can you play a short section again, or rather, sing while playing, and let me hear how you feel."

He Baozhen knew that Guan Tingjiao’s native place was in the Greater Bay Area, so it was normal for her to know Cantonese songs.

Seeing this, she quickly urged: "Gillian, let Mr. Hu play and sing "Next Year Today" and perform better."

Guan Tingjiao was silent for a moment, then turned around, sat in front of the piano, and started playing the prelude.

Listening to the soothing music, Hu Zhongshu closed his eyes slightly, feeling something sprouting in his heart. He didn't open his eyes until Guan Tingjiao's singing sounded in his ears.

"If this chandelier pours down

Or I will no longer exist

even if you don't love

There is no need to separate..."

Hu Zhongshu is not from Guangdong and Guangdong, and he is not very interested in songs with Cantonese pronunciation. Therefore, although he likes the melody and has a good singing voice, it is a pity that he cannot understand the lyrics at all.

Naturally, I can't understand the meaning.

After listening to it for a while, he smiled and said: "It's a very good song, Baozhen. You can buy the copyright of this song and translate it into a Mandarin version. I believe it will be popular in mainland China for a while. My intuition tells me that this song will be popular in mainland China for a while."

It’s a classic, haha. Although I’m not a professional, but after being in the industry for so many years, I still have a certain sense of smell when it comes to appreciating songs.”

He Baozhen responded quickly: "Okay, Mr. Hu, I will write it down right now and buy the copyright to this song later."

When Guan Tingjiao heard these words, her eyes widened instantly, but in the end she remained silent.

Hu Zhongshu noticed Guan Tingjiao's expression, became curious, and suddenly asked: "Who is the author of this song?"

He Baozhen also looked over.

Guan Tingjiao did not hesitate and said: "Han Sen."

He Baozhen was stunned for a moment.

"Han Sen?"

Hu Zhongshu thought for a while, but he had no impression. He thought he was a nobody, so he smiled and said: "We in China are really full of talents. In fact, we shouldn't expect those famous people. We should be more backward compatible. Maybe we can find such a piece of music!"

Come on, everyone, work hard!"

After finishing speaking, he nodded to Guan Tingjiao to express his approval, and then left again chatting and laughing with his colleagues and subordinates beside him.

He Baozhen fell behind and looked back at Guan Tingjiao.

Seeing Guan Tingjiao smile slightly, she snorted coldly, turned around and followed her.

Guan Tingjiao sat down again and continued to play the song "Next Year Today".

She's sitting here playing it for the sixteenth time.

She felt the regret deep in her heart, like a tide, washing over her nerve endings over and over again.

But isn’t everything your own choice?

But……

Why can't I forget it?

She whispered and played, and at that moment, her singing voice was like a migratory bird, constantly circling the entire recording studio.

"I can meet you in my lifetime

Spent all my luck

Only found out today

Have breathed the air..."

…

Xiangjiang University, evening is coming.

The sunset on the horizon fell on the playground, and many people couldn't help but pick up their mobile phones to take pictures and record this scene.

But soon, some people discovered something was wrong.

On the playground, a group of black students were running rapidly, panting and rushing out of the school.

"What happened?"

Someone saw an acquaintance and asked loudly.

"The semi-finals of "Hong Kong Star" are about to begin!"

The black classmate answered loudly, and then ran out of the school without looking back.

Everyone looked at each other and laughed loudly.

"Damn it, does the launch of "Hong Kong Star" require such a big fuss? Tsk, it really is a group of ignorant black people."

"Haha, we grew up watching "Xiangjiang Star" and we have long been tired of it. Almost the locals don't pay attention to it, but those black people are different. They come from foreign countries and remote areas. They may not have seen such a program since they were children.

Bar!"

"It seems that "Hong Kong Star" is very popular this year. My dad and the others are watching it every weekend, and I don't even bother to watch it."

"This year there is a band called Jinghong, which is quite amazing. They sang "Years of Friendship"."

""Friendship Years"? I really like this song, but I didn't expect it to be from "Hong Kong Star". Forget it, I won't play ball anymore, I'll go home and watch TV!"

"I'll go take a look too!"

…

In a store outside the school.

At this time, hundreds of black students gathered here, almost completely occupying the street in front of the store.

Fortunately, black people who can study abroad have certain qualities, and living in a foreign country, they are more cautious in their conduct.

So even though it was crowded, there was no loud noise.

And a middle aisle is left for passers-by to pass through.

Each of them paid a certain fee to the shop owner, and then each of them carried the small mazha they had prepared and squatted in front of the shop.

The store owner was adjusting a fifty-inch TV at this time.

Soon, the TV was turned on, and TVB Jade Channel was playing some advertisements before the show started.

"Boss, what time does it start?"

"Seven o'clock, five minutes left!"

The boss adjusted the TV, held a cigarette in his mouth, and counted the money while looking at the group of gangsters in front of him, "Robin, why are you paying attention to this program all of a sudden?"

Robin, who was sitting at the front, raised his head, showed his white teeth, and said with a smile: "In the show, the band Jinghong sang a song to pay tribute to our great South African leader, Mr. Antoine. The song is called "Glory Days."

It sounds very nice, boss, you can also pay attention to it."

The boss said "oh" and didn't seem interested at all.

After counting the money, he stuffed it into his pocket, then picked up the cattail leaf fan, walked into the store, found a recliner and sat down, while shaking the fan, squinting his eyes comfortably, planning to take the extra money to the foot bath shop after get off work. Pinch your feet.

As for the black leader or the Jinghong band, I have never heard of them. How can I have the clever hands of white technician No. 12?

Thinking of the technician's little hands, the boss felt itchy in his heart and wished he could immediately put on his slippers and go to his usual place to wash his feet.

"Robin, is that song really good?"

"I'm curious too, Robin. I sacrificed my meal money to come over and watch TV. Don't let me down!"

"I believe Robin, many compatriots who were at the scene said it was good when they came back, and some even recommended it to Mr. Diplomat of the Embassy! If it is not particularly good, and it is still a song that pays tribute to Mr. Antoine, the Diplomacy of the Embassy

It is impossible for Mr. Guan to let all compatriots in China come to listen to this song!"
To be continued...