After singing a song, He Jie's face was full of complexity. As Zhu Mengyao's manager, she hoped to solve the problem she was facing as soon as possible. As someone who had jumped out to question Jiang Feng, she felt like she had been slapped in the face. That was why she was jealous of Jiang Feng.
It had to be said that some people's inferiority complex could not be concealed. Jiang Feng had helped her solve her problem, but she hated it.
Jiang Feng couldn't understand He Jie's feelings at this moment. After the score for the lyrics was good, Jiang Feng handed it to Zhu Mengyao."Sister Chu, do you think this song is good?”
"Little Jiang, if I didn't know much about the music industry, I would have to deal with all the newcomers and veterans. I know you're my assistant. If you tell me you're the best musician in the country, I'll believe you!”After receiving Zhu Mengyao's draft, He Jietao said to him,""Hurry up and compose the music. Pick up the accompaniment and go find the director. I believe that this song will definitely bring us back to the Spring Festival Gala.”If this song can't be played, I don't think the Spring Festival Gala needs to exist.“
Zhu Mengyao was busy with the background music when Jiang Feng suddenly came down. After all, during the Spring Festival Gala rehearsals, Jiang Feng's assistant was represented by He Jie, who was familiar with the industry. Seeing that it was not early yet, Jiang Feng went out to take the bus home.
He opened the door with his keys and turned on his computer to check the results of his new song. I don't know if I don't know. I was surprised to see it. Even though Jiang Feng knew that his singing in the original world was very popular, he was still shocked by the achievements he had made that day.
Song: "You who sit with me"
Audition: 785484 times
Downloaded: 259631 times
Actually, the reason why this " My Deskmate " was able to achieve such an effect in one day was not only because of the quality of the song itself, but also because of China's education system.
Ever since the establishment of China, it had always been a monarchical system. After more than 50 years of development, it began to abolish private schools and establish schools. Since elementary school, it had been the deskmate of a man and a woman. After being deskmates for so many years, how many of them had no feelings for each other? Therefore, once you posted this deskmate, many people would resonate with you.
In addition to the public's recognition of the song, Jiang Feng would also receive a large number of downloads. Every account of Feng Yun Music would have a chance to audition. If you wanted to listen to it, you had to download it. He downloaded a song. 0.4 Chinese dollars. Take the shares of websites, songwriters, and singers as an example. In other words, every download would give Jiang Feng 0.2 Chinese coins.
Just as Jiang Feng was happily calculating how much money he would get, the phone rang. It seemed to be his father calling.
"Hello!" Daddy!"
"Lil Feng! Are you busy?“
"No, I'm resting in the rented house."”What can I do for you, Dad?“
"I'm fine." It's your mother. She misses you. Isn't it New Year's Day in a few days? Did your mother ask if you were coming back?“
Father Jiang pretended to be calm, but there was an invisible trembling hope in his voice. For some reason, Jiang Feng felt touched, but at the same time, he also felt sad.
Jiang Feng majored in broadcasting and hosting at Media College. High school fees made it difficult for families to get into debt. In order to reduce the burden on his family, Jiang Feng had never returned home since his second year of university. Every year, he worked in the capital to earn money.
This year was the first year of Jiang Feng's graduation. According to his calculations, Jiang Feng had not seen his parents and sister for three years.
Hearing his father's voice of anticipation, Jiang Feng answered firmly,""Dad, I'll be home in two days.”I'll go home for the New Year and see you and my mother again.“
"Oh, that's great!" We were waiting for you to come back. The phone bill was very expensive. Let's hang up. Look at your mother. Why is she crying when her son is home?“
After hanging up the phone, Jiang Feng could not calm down for a long time.
Home, what a familiar yet distant word. How many years had it been? You can only get some news about your family from a few phone calls a year. I remember that when I left home, my father's beard was already full of white hair. But would he have white hair in a few years? Her mother was only in her forties. Did the wrinkles on her face increase again?
Now, I finally have the right to let them live a good life. Because of my parents 'expectations, no matter how big the reason is, no matter what obstacles I encounter, I have to go home and spend a year with them. They have waited too long.
I remember when I was a child, whenever I got into trouble, I would be beaten by my father. I hated him until I was called to school when I got into a fight at school. When he came back, his father beat him up and hated him. He saw his father secretly wiping his tears in the courtyard at night.
I remember when I was in high school, my classmate had a cell phone and asked my father for it too. My father was too embarrassed to say that he would buy it for himself when he went to college. I blamed my father for not being able to do it. Other people's families also bought cell phones for their children, but they didn't. I haven't spoken to my father in a long time. At that time, he ignored the melancholy in his father's eyes.
When I was admitted to the university, the high tuition fees brought difficulties to my family. Listening to my parents 'secret discussion at night, I wanted to go to work instead of studying. My father said he would let me go to school easily, and even if he broke the jar or sold the iron, he could feed me himself.
I still remember the day I went to school. My father sent me to school. At the Beijing train station, my father carried his heavy luggage and insisted on taking the stairs to leave the station. I dragged my father into the elevator.
His father, who was standing in the elevator, looked very uneasy. When he saw his own eyes, he asked himself in a low voice how much it cost to take the elevator every time. At that moment, a warm liquid seemed to gush out of his eyes.
That afternoon, my father bought himself a drink, which was also his own drink. After everything settled down, my father treated me to lunch before he left. The two of them ordered a serving of minced pork with garlic sauce, and his father ordered a bottle of white wine for the first time. The drunkard's father walked into the waiting room with a pair of red eyes. In his own eyes, the image of an adult at that time was in its infancy. He did not know when it began to stumble. Watching his back disappear through the door of the waiting room, he turned around. At that moment, tears could not help but flow down his face.
Thinking of the past, thinking of the past, in the bright tears, I seemed to see my father wearing white and clean clothes on his back.
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