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  Chapter 753 changed to what? (seeking a monthly ticket)

  Accompanied by the quiet guitar sound, Amao's affectionate singing sounded:

   "It's a very distant thing that Hongdou was born in the Northland. Lovesickness is nothing, no one cares about it for a long time..."

  This is a song of lovesickness, everything starts with red beans.

   "The most willing to forget the ancient poems, the most dismissive is lovesickness, guarding love for fear of being laughed at, and afraid of being seen clearly..."

  The bearded headmaster couldn't help but be fascinated by this sad and joyful singing.

   "Come to see the red beans bloom again in spring, but I don't see any lovers to pick them..."

  Principal Xu's heart suddenly brightened, and then a sense of guilt surged up: Everyone worked so hard to pick red beans, and there is full of love in it, so what reason does he have to refuse?

  The bearded headmaster glanced at the faces around him, and his eye sockets couldn't help but get a little moist.

   All of this, this love, he will never forget in this life!

   After singing a song of lovesickness, Principal Xu bowed deeply and accepted it frankly.

  However, some preparatory work is still needed. This is a matter for professionals, and Liu Qingshan and the others have nothing to do.

  The singers surrounded Liu Qingshan and went to the activity room. Everyone was full of envy for Amao getting such a good song.

   "Little stool, show everyone what you just practiced." Liu Qingshan cheerfully waved to Xiaostool.

   Everyone booed along, wanting to see what the little stool had got.

  There is no stage fright in being a singer, so Xiao Stool stuffed a tape into the recorder. The accompaniment is only a guitar, and it will be used for the time being.

  The little stool stood in the middle of the house, and when the melody sounded, she stretched her limbs and danced.

  Dancing is not difficult at all, and it is incomparable with professional ones. Square dancing is a popular route.

   Everyone soon felt that the melody of the music was also very special. How should I put it, it made people have an urge to twist their bodies along with it.

  The little stool is small, but its voice is very high, and it starts to sing:

   "The boundless end of the world is my love, the flowers are blooming at the foot of the rolling green hills, what kind of rhythm is the most swaying, what kind of singing is the most joyful..."

   Everyone was taken aback when they heard it: What kind of song is this?

  Northwest wind, no, rock and roll, no.

  The lyrics seem straightforward, and the melody sounds simple, but it seems to have a magical power, making you want to relax and sway along with the melody.

  Little Stool has just practiced for a short while, and she is still not proficient in dancing, but she has a good sense of music, and in the end, she just let it go freely.

   Soon, a few more little girls joined in, the fourth, fifth, and sixth.

  A few days ago, when Liu Qingshan was free, he taught them.

   Then more and more people joined in, and the more people there were, the more vigorously they danced.

  At the beginning, Lao Cui still felt that Mr. Liu's work was a bit too vulgar.

   After seeing this scene, he also understood: this is simply to entertain the public.

   Even ordinary people can sing as soon as they learn it, and want to dance as soon as they sing.

   Jumping and jumping, the sound of the music stopped abruptly. Everyone still didn't think it was enough, so they rewound the tape and played it again.

  Liu Qingshan didn't join in, he was going to come up with a few more songs suitable for square dancing, and then asked the professional dance teachers under the big tree to compose a few sets of simple and easy-to-learn dances.

   At that time, under the big tree will become the initiator of square dance, just wait for the tape to be sold.

   It wasn't until someone came over to invite everyone to eat, that everyone stopped with unsatisfied intentions, and many people began to sweat slightly on their foreheads.

   Today is the New Year's Eve, and there is a celebration banquet in the cafeteria, so the dishes are very rich.

  Little Lao Si and the others took out a lot of large candies and distributed them to the foreigners.

   "What kind of candy is this?" Mason looked at the big milky white candy, he had never eaten it.

   "This is made of maltose, don't worry about eating it." Liu Qingshan explained to them.

  Those foreigners began to bite into it, and it was quite crunchy.

   After chewing for a while, Mason exclaimed: "Oh, sticky teeth."

   Sticky teeth is right.

  Liu Qingshan helped these foreigners popularize Chinese culture by the way: "This is called Zaotang. Today is the 23rd day of the twelfth lunar month in our lunar calendar. It is a day for worshiping Zao."

   "That's why every family has to buy candy for the Stove Lord. After eating the candy, the Stove Lord's teeth got stuck. When reporting to the Jade Emperor, he can't say bad things. That's why it's called God's good deeds."

   This group of foreigners still listened with great interest, and Mason muttered: "Then if we eat candy, will we also become the Stove Lord?"

  Everyone burst into laughter, and then drank happily, celebrating the initial success in refining paclitaxel.

  The next step is to increase production. Kevin is gearing up, and he is going to bring paclitaxel back to ask for credit.

  Dozens of kilograms of paclitaxel can not only sell for a good price, but also bring good reputation and contacts to the company.

  In the afternoon, Liu Qingshan took people back to Jiapigou. The singers gave a performance to the folks, and then presented the award to the third winner of the Jiapigou Literature Award.

   On the second day, the group left Jiapigou in a hurry. During the Spring Festival, many of them had performance tasks, and how many of them were going to be on the stage of the Spring Festival Gala.

  Writer Yu also left with him. After he was going to go back, he started writing behind closed doors.

   After all, with the support of this bonus, I don’t have to worry about making a living for the time being, and I can create with peace of mind.

  I believe that as long as he is given one or two years, Writer Yu will have the confidence to complete this work.

  Liu Qingshan has nothing to do for the time being, he is busy with his family, preparing for the festival.

   On the twenty-fifth day of the twelfth lunar month, the older sisters Yang Hongying and Zheng Hongqi, leading Lin Qingqing and others, rushed back from Shanghai to celebrate the new year.

  As soon as she entered the house, Yang Hongying saw her baby girl, Xiao Yueyue, who was lying on the kang taking a nap, and anxiously wanted to get close to her.

  In the end, Lin Zhi grabbed her and said, "You're feeling cold all over, so take it easy."

  Yang Hongying just looked at her daughter eagerly, her little cheeks were flushed red, she really wanted to go up and take a bite, so rare.

  Liu Qingshan was on the ground, following the fourth and fifth children to stick the lantern head, couldn't help joking:

   "Old sister, you have been out for several months, and my daughter probably forgot about you?"

   As a result, Yang Hongying's Danfeng stared at her: "My daughter is my mother's close-fitting padded jacket, how can I forget my mother."

   While talking, Xiao Yueyue also woke up, holding two small fists, raised them above her head, and stretched her waist beautifully there.

  That small appearance made Yang Hongying's heart almost melt. She couldn't bear it anymore, and rushed forward, hugged her daughter in her arms, and kissed Yueyue's red cheek hard.

  Xiao Yueyue blinked her two little black bean-like eyes, stared at her, then glanced at her with her small mouth, and burst into tears.

   "Look, I'm right." Liu Qingshan was overjoyed.

   "It's all your crow's mouth." Yang Hongying scolded Liu Qingshan, and then ignored him, and began to hum and coax the child.

   Soon, Xiao Yueyue stopped crying, she didn't know whether she smelled her mother's familiar breath, or felt her mother's familiar heartbeat, but she recognized Yang Hongying.

  Some people have studied specifically: How does the baby recognize the mother?

  Some say it is based on smell, and later it is more recognized that the baby is identified by the mother's heartbeat.

  Because when the fetus is in the mother's body, this is the most familiar thing. Mother-child connection is not for nothing.

  After recognizing the old lady, Xiao Yueyue's small mouth babbled, and kept pushing into Yang Hongying's arms.

   "Yueyue is hungry, wait for my aunt to give you warm milk." The fourth child also hurriedly followed suit.

  After eating breast milk for several months, Xiao Yueyue was weaned and began to drink goat milk.

  The most Jiapigou is milk, but the baby is too small and the milk is a bit hard, so you can’t drink milk directly. In contrast, goat’s milk is more suitable.

  At this moment, there is no professional infant formula milk powder. It is better to drink fresh milk directly after buying milk powder.

  Yang Hongying held her daughter in her arms, and was also softened by the little guy, so she turned her back, unbuttoned her clothes, and told her daughter to hold her mouth, and had a good time.

  The rural atmosphere at this time is relatively simple. Many women, when breastfeeding their children, are not very obedient, and everyone is used to it.

   Quite a few children of two or three are worthless, and when they see their younger siblings breastfeeding, they will go up and **** a couple of mouthfuls.

   Those who are used to children can eat milk until they are four or five years old.

   This little guy, Yueyue, really didn't forget the innate skill of breastfeeding, and sucked it so loudly, but unfortunately, all the **** came out, and there was no milk.

   Anxious and angry, Xiao Yueyue burst into tears again.

   "Be good, Yueyue, don't cry, don't cry." Zheng Hongqi went up to coax her daughter, but the little guy didn't know who he was at all, and cried even harder.

   "Don't cry don't cry, drink grandma."

  The little old four brought the bottle over in a jerk, and the little guy held the bottle by himself, gurgling, drinking happily.

   "Sister, your milk bottle doesn't work, it's not as good as mine now, hehe."

  The little fourth child said with a smile, and then Yang Hongying poked his forehead with his finger: You little devil.

  Liu Qingshan chatted with his cousin Lin Qingqing, mainly asking about the situation of the animation company.

  After these two days of hard work, Lin Qingqing has changed a lot. She used her evening time to study at night university.

   Coupled with the management of a small animation company, the already beautiful face now has a bit of bookishness and self-confidence, making it even more attractive.

  According to Lin Qingqing's introduction, the animation company already has more than 100 people. Last year, it continued to produce Black Cat Sheriff. It has completed 50 episodes, no longer the original five episodes.

   This also makes this cartoon one of the most popular cartoons among teenagers in the past two years.

  The classic picture of the black cat sheriff is printed on the stationery box and so on.

  It was also combined into a picture story book and published, which created more than one million revenue for the company.

  The animation company has achieved profitability. Although the income is not much after excluding various expenses, at least there is no need to add money to it.

   "Keep going, now there are 50 episodes, try to make 500 episodes."

  Liu Qingshan's goal is really ambitious enough, which frightened Lin Qingqing: "Five hundred episodes, isn't it too much?"

  Liu Qingshan smiled, animations with hundreds of episodes will become more and more common. After finally cultivating a big IP, it must be managed well, and the days of making money are still to come.

   After a few more years of development and the development of cartoon peripherals, then wait and count the money.

  In addition, the Cucurbit Doll series is also continuing to be produced. Anyway, this is like Journey to the West. After fighting the Bone Demon, we will fight the King of the Golden Horn.

  How did you sing in the song: Why are there so many demons and ghosts?

   It is no exaggeration to say that with these two big IPs, it is enough to last a lifetime.

   "Sister Qingqing, in addition to animation production, you should also pay attention to cultivating the company's own copywriting. Only good stories can make good animations."

  Liu Qingshan did not forget to remind.

  Lin Qingqing nodded her chin: "Qingshan, I have discussed with the company's creative team several times. I want to shoot a cartoon that reflects the lives of children today, but I don't know where to start. Do you have any opinions?"

  Well, a lot popped up in Liu Qingshan's mind, like the sloppy king, the big-headed son, and the Haier brothers.

  Actually, Liu Qingshan prefers the Haier Brothers because they are more informative and interesting.

  But the cartoons I shot, why should I advertise them to others, so I have to change them.

   Change it to what?

Looking at the apricot beside Wenwen quietly helping him stick small colored flags on the branches, and the fourth child who was dancing in front of the kang with his **** twisted, making Xiao Yueyue giggle, the corners of Liu Qingshan's mouth also slightly curled up. rise.

  Of course I want to advertise my Uni-President Food Company.

   The two little girls on the trademark of Uni-President Food, aren’t they the best animation prototype?

  Then incorporate the story of the Haier brothers into it, and make a cartoon that popularizes science with children, which can win both the market and word of mouth.

  So Liu Qingshan told Lin Qingqing about this plan.

  Hearing that, Lin Qingqing's beautiful eyes also sparkled: this year, I will start making this cartoon with all my strength.

   "Brother, you want to make a cartoon for us, that's great!"

   The happiest one was the fourth child, pulling Shan Xing and jumping straight on the ground.

  Xiao Yueyue on the kang was also pinched by Yang Hongying, jumping around with her, her two chubby little arms also dangling.

   Papa papa, a small slap on Yang Hongying's forehead, Yang Hongying kissed her daughter's chubby hand vigorously.

   "Brother, I'm going to make up a story with Lao Wu now, first make up a story about why there is thunder."

  Xiao Lao Si is full of drive. She and Shan Xing are both in the fifth grade. They have been influenced since childhood, and their writing ability is much higher than that of their peers.

  Liu Qingshan didn't stop him either. At worst, after finishing writing, he would ask the person in charge of copywriting to help revise it.

   "The fourth and fifth are good at writing, our family is going to become a scholarly family." Yang Hongying also encouraged, and then posted Xiao Yueyue's face:

   "We also worked hard when we were young, and we also became writers when we grew up."

   Then I found that the little guy shivered, and when I looked again, he peed his pants.

   "Haha, I guess I can't be a writer, but I have the material to be a painter, and I will train him to be a great painter in the future."

  Looking at the flustered elder sister, Liu Qingshan laughed mercilessly.

  Talk about the painter, and the painter arrives. As soon as the door opened, He Mengfei rushed into the room with Wu Tong.

  He Mengfei wore a furry woolen hat and smiled at Liu Qingshan: "Thank you for the compliment, the great painter is back!"

  The great painter in the eyes of children is also a painter, there is nothing wrong with that.

  In the same way, the director of an animation is also a director.

  (end of this chapter)