Entertainment, I really only know a little

Chapter 65 "On the Field of Hope"

"Xiaoxian, it's not bad, there are so many people."

weekend.

Chen Yi went to Chen Xiaoxian's place.

I was originally worried that Chen Xiaoxian had just taken over the hotel and might not be very good at running it.

Unexpectedly.

When Chen Yi stepped into the restaurant, the entire restaurant was full.

"Brother, why are you here?"

Seeing Chen Yi, Chen Xiaoxian walked over excitedly: "Brother, it's not bad."

"Not bad."

Chen Yi gave Chen Xiaoxian a thumbs up: "Chen's Restaurant, haha, this is a good name. Brother, I'm worried that there will be no customers in the restaurant."

"Haha, who am I? When I was a kid, I always listened to my dad telling me how to open a restaurant."

Chen Yi gave Chen Xiaoxian a thumbs up again.

This made Chen Xiaoxian feel a little embarrassed: "Oh, I'm so embarrassed by your compliments. Brother, please sit down and drink tea while I'm busy."

"That's okay. You're busy, I'll just take a look."

Chen Yi nodded and found a seat to sit down casually.

"Young man, come on, come to me."

Just sat down.

At this time.

A little old man about 60 years old saw Chen Yi, waved his hand and said to Chen Yi.

"Teacher, are you calling me?"

"There's no one else here. I wouldn't call you anyone else."

"Uh, it seems we don't know each other."

"Don't you know each other now?"

The little old man talked very interestingly, so Chen Yi did not refuse and walked over.

"Come on, young man, I see that you look like someone who can read a lot, how do you think my song is written?"

"Is this a nursery rhyme?"

Chen Yi was a little surprised, looked at the lyrics, and asked.

"It seems that I have a good taste in children's songs. You haven't told me how well I wrote them."

"Uh……"

Scratching his forehead, Chen Yi said: "General."

"generally?"

The little old man was a little depressed and took out another song: "What do you think of this one?"

"This one..."

Chen Yi looked at it and said, "It's still average."

"What about this one?"

"This one is worse than the two just now."

Chen Yi didn't say that on purpose.

It's really, really average.

"Young man, your vision is too high."

The little old man was a little annoyed, took out another song, and said, "Look at this one."

"This one is slightly better than the previous ones, but..."

"But what?"

"So be it."

"I……"

The little old man was stunned by Chen Yi.

"I'm furious."

Taking a deep breath, the little old man took a sip of tea, and then said: "Young man, do you know who I am?"

"who are you?"

"Wang Lin."

Done.

The little old man looked at Chen Yi with a smile.

just.

Chen Yi was a little confused as to what the little old man meant: "Who is Wang Lin?"

"puff……"

The little old man almost choked: "You don't know who Wang Lin is?"

"do not know."

"me……"

Infuriated by Chen Yi, the little old man drank all the water in the teacup in one gulp.

"I'm pissed off, I'm pissed off."

"You don't even know who I am."

"Young man, you, you, you..."

Staring at Chen Yi, the little old man said, "You, you, you, you, you, you, you, you, you, you, you, you, you, you, you, you, you, you, you, you, you, you, you, you, you, you, you, you, you, you, you, you, you, you, you, you, you, you, you, you, you, you, you, you, you, you, you, you, you, you, you, you, you, you, you, you, you, you, young man, you said that the songs I wrote are average, you have the ability, you can write one for me and see."

"Uh……"

"No way, hahaha, hahaha."

Seeing Chen Yi's embarrassed look, the little old man burst into laughter.

This appearance also made Chen Yi feel very funny.

I didn't expect this little old man to be so cute.

Chen Yi couldn't help but get excited and said, "Just write, I'll write a children's song for you to read."

"You can write songs?"

Seeing that Chen Yi seemed to be serious, the little old man blinked. "Is not likely to."

Chen Yi said deliberately irritatingly.

"You don't know how to write it?"

"It's not a children's song. I can make up whatever songs the children listen to."

"You can make it up whatever you want...Okay, okay, let me see if you can make it up whatever you want."

It seemed that he was really stimulated by Chen Yi. The little old man picked up the pen and paper, handed it to Chen Yi and said.

"Thank you, teacher."

Taking the pen and paper, Chen Yi said: "Teacher, what type of writing do you want me to write?"

"Can't you just make it up?"

"Yeah, the main thing is, I'm afraid it won't be good if I edit too much at once. If you tell me a genre, I can edit it in which direction."

Looking at Chen Yi with big eyes, the little old man looked like he wanted to strangle Chen Yi to death.

But he still held it back and said, "Then you can compose a song with almost the same style according to the genre I just wrote."

"Teacher, you are saying that you want to write a children's song that reflects a beautiful home, right?"

"how do you know?"

"You've already written these songs, although they're not very good."

"Shut up and write yours quickly."

The little old man was about to go berserk.

After thinking about him all my life, no one dared to say such things in front of him.

Unexpectedly, he encountered him today.

"Okay, okay, I'll write."

An inexplicable smile.

Chen Yi immersed himself in creation.

Seeing Chen Yi's pretense, the little old man snorted.

But then seeing Chen Yi writing so seriously, the little old man came over again.

And when I saw the score written by Chen Yi.

The little old man looked disdainful at first, but his eyes gradually opened wider and wider.

till the end.

The little old man was so surprised that he couldn't help himself, and put his hands on his face.

"On the field of hope, teacher, what do you think of this nursery rhyme?"

Write it all in one go.

Chen Yi said to the little old man.

……

"Well, everyone, I think ordinary writers can't do it."

The three discussed it.

Chen Qingyun reminded: "If you want to find one, you have to find a more powerful author."

"That's what I meant too."

Feng An also nodded: "Although the calligraphy of Pang Zhonghua is mediocre, the content of the calligraphy posts is excellent. I estimate that ordinary authors can't take on this job."

"Then who are you looking for?"

Ouyang Chun asked: "I don't know much about writing."

"Don't worry, I'll do it."

Chen Qingyun said: "The publishing house I work with has several well-known authors. It should be no problem for me to chat with them."

"OK, Brother Qingyun, I'll do it for you."

"no problem."

The three discussed it.

The first time, Chen Qingyun found an author, namely 32.

"Uncle Qingyun, what are your plans?"

The publishing houses that Chen Qingyun cooperates with 32 are both Xin'an Publishing House.

When the annual meeting was held that year, Chen Qingyun also met 32.

Although 32 is more than ten years younger than Chen Qingyun.

But Chen Qingyun appreciates 32's talent very much.

So the first thing Chen Qingyun thought of was 32.

"32, you're being naughty again. I heard your book has been a big hit recently."

"What are you selling? Sales haven't been good recently."

"How could it be? I recognize your talent. Even if the sales are not good for a while, it will pick up later."

"hope so."

The two chatted casually at first.

Then, Chen Qingyun said: "32, besides writing novels, do you also write other things?"

"Except for novels, prose, modern poems, ancient poems, couplets, etc., I am proficient in all of them. But, Uncle Qingyun, you also know. Except for novels, others don't make much money, so I usually write novels."

"That should be okay. You should know that Uncle Qingyun and I are in charge of calligraphy stickers, right?"

"Of course I know, Uncle Qingyun, I even bought your calligraphy stickers."

"Haha, that's great. But, 32, what I mean here is, can you write some content specifically to put on the word stickers."

"Yes, yes, but Uncle Qingyun, what kind of content do you need?"

"Just some well-known sentences."

"A more famous sentence?"

"Well, some of them are like famous aphorisms, but they are not. Anyway, they are original words."

"Just some sentences that look classic, beautiful, and philosophical?"

"That's right, that's it."

Chen Qingyun nodded.

(End of this chapter)