at first i just wanted to sing

Chapter 164 Theme Song

Time is like the spring water in Koizumi's eyes, not abrupt, not violent, just flowing like that.

Xu Xian went to school, practiced musical instruments, took the time to pass the third subject test, and went to the Fengshen production team to participate in the audition assessment.

I can only say that it’s no wonder that people in the entertainment industry are prone to make mistakes. Think about the handsome men and beautiful women who express themselves in front of you for a role and a chance to become famous, and your opinion is very important to them. This kind of control over others The feeling of future and future is indeed the easiest to breed some darkness.

Xu Xian went to see it for two days and then stopped going. First, he didn’t know how to perform. Second, every actor had to consult his opinion after the audition, which was beyond his expertise.

What he can do is to make the results of this audition as fair as possible, without any secret operations, so that the scandals in the crew will not be full of rumors before the show is broadcast.

Even if Xu Xian knew that it was all for publicity and those rumors were not necessarily true, he still didn't want to use this method to publicize.

That is the most classic blasphemy, such dramas that are destined to breed various IPs do not need to be accompanied by scandals.

Just make good content.

It was the weekend again, after Xu Xian's unremitting efforts and hard thinking, the outline of "Journey to the West" was finally finished, and he even counted it specifically, nine nine 81 difficulties, one difficulty is not many, one difficulty is not less, just now good.

Feng Nan gave Xu Xian a big kiss, so loud that Xiao Hei, who was walking on the veranda, trembled when he heard it.

Giving cats dog food, this pair of dogs and men are really not human.

Feng Nan took the outline that Xu Xian had just finished and flipped through the final content. She was a little stunned to see that Ananda and Kasyapa, the two elders who preached the scriptures, required Tang monks and apprentices to respect "personnel" in order to transmit the real scriptures.

"Sure enough, there are such things in this quiet place of Buddhism?"

Xu Xian: "When the water is clear, there will be no fish. This kind of thing must happen everywhere. The practice of these Buddhas also costs money, and Lingshan also has financial revenue. And although it talks about gods and Buddhas in the sky, it is actually It's about humanity."

"In this story, immortals, demons and ghosts are just the skin, and humanity is the bone."

Feng Nan was thoughtful, mainly because Xu Xian was not good at literary creation, otherwise he would write the story of "Journey to the West" as a popular literature. With its philosophical and ideological nature, Xu Xian's current status in the literary world can be mentioned again.

Speaking of the story, Feng Nan changed the subject: "Have you not sung for a long time?"

The last song that Xu Xian released publicly was "The Sutra of Difficult to Recite". That song was indeed even more difficult to recite than the sutra. Feng Nan tried to sing it before. If it wasn't for the basic skills she had acquired since she was a child, she would have almost failed to sing it.

Only then did I realize that Xu Xian's lung capacity was stronger than she had imagined, and coupled with her good health from practicing martial arts since she was a child, it was no wonder that she was the one who was defeated every night.

Xu Xian asked with a smile, "Is this your girlfriend urging you to sing face to face?"

Feng Nan pinched Xu Xian's cheeks: "I still remember that you owed me a song "Wukong", and I still didn't understand the meaning of the few lyrics you sang. Let's read the complete "Journey to the West" first, and I can finally understand it." I understand a little bit."

Xu Xian shook his head: "In the hearts of a thousand people, there are a thousand Monkey Kings. When they were young, everyone wanted to be the Monkey King who dared to poke a hole in the sky, but in the end they all became Sun Walkers wearing a magic spell."

"Life is originally a practice, subduing the mind, restraining the horse, abstaining from lust, adjusting yin and yang, and looking for your own spiritual mountain throughout your life."

Xu Xian hugged Feng Nan in his arms, hugged the slender and powerful waist with his left hand, and patted his small buttocks with his right hand:

"You carry the burden and I lead the horse, greet the sunrise and send off the sunset. Step down the rough road and set off again after fighting hard and dangerous. A scene of ups and downs, dare to ask where the road is, the road is under your feet..."

The melody of this song is vigorous and stretched, the melody is popular, and it has a strong national style. Where is the road under your feet" and the ending in the high-pitched area has become the finishing touch of this song and the main theme throughout this story.

only--

It seems that the spirit embodied in the story is not the same.

Xu Xian: "We always want to promote positive energy and sing more high-spirited. Most people's lives are very hard. Let's show more optimism that is not afraid of hardship."

Feng Nan gave Xu Xian a white look: "You said your truth, can you stop patting your hands?"

Xu Xian smiled awkwardly, Miss Nan's little buttocks bounced and curled up, and she became addicted to patting her.

Feng Nan: "It's not fun to say what you just said outside. If someone hears it and thinks you're going to preach to them, it's not good to make everyone resist."

Xu Xian pursed his lips indifferently: "I'm not the group of people who don't want to eat meat, just look at how the current network environment has made that group of people worse."

Feng Nan tapped Xu Xian's forehead, and got a hippie smiley expression: "Don't look at the size of Datang, we can't participate in it, and this is an inevitable process and stage of social development."

Xu Xian shrugged, "This kind of thing can only be guided secretly. Whoever dares to block public opinion will eventually be crushed to nothing, but—"

Xu Xian picked up his mobile phone and clicked on those horrifying news headlines: "Is it possible to control these contents? Every now and then, this expert said that a flat tax should be collected, and that expert said that farmers should go to the cities to buy houses and drive back to the countryside to farm. Hell, I get angry when a farmer's child looks at it."

"And this one." Xu Xian looked at the headline indignantly: "Changing the household registration of 1.8 million migrant workers to citizens can release 2 trillion yuan in consumption power, bah, my father who was young was basically a migrant worker, I know how miserable everyone was when they were young, how these people always stare at the poor and work hard all their lives, and finally save three melons and two dates."

Feng Nan hugged Xu Xian with his backhand to make him less excited. She had read all these speeches, but with her current identity and status, it was really hard for her to say something publicly.

Who knows if these people are really in a daze for a while, or they are just some people's mouthpieces.

"Okay, don't be angry anymore, let's take care of ourselves first, and when we meet someone who needs help, we will try our best to help."

Xu Xian shook his head: "Actually, what I'm saying is, don't look at the Tang family as the richest family, what can actually be changed? The greater the ability, the more you are walking on eggshells."

Feng Nan kissed Xu Xian. Although this man didn't talk about many things, he had a beautiful heart in his heart, and he understood it better than anyone else.

"I just sang, why do you think about it, then play music and dance!" Xu Xian walked out of the study with Feng Nan in his arms, and then the two fell down on the sofa bed in the audio-visual room, Xu Xian was still humming:

"I just captured a few demons, and captured a few more demons. There are so many monsters and monsters."

"Hey, goblin, eat my grandson!"

Feng Nan: "Small sample~"

(End of this chapter)