"Teacher He." After the three or four classes on Friday, He Yue was thinking about going to the class to arrange for supervision of the cleaning. When the geography teacher who had just finished class saw him, he smiled bitterly and shook his head: "Yang Yi in your class, he left early just now."

Recently, there have been more people chatting with him in the office if you have anything to do, including a few old teachers who just nodded when they meet. Although they are still a little solemn and reserved, there are many praises in their words: "After all, they are young people, and they are brave enough to get hurt for the students this time, our teachers in the First High School follow Youguang."

At the faculty meeting at noon today, the school formally determined the fight. He Yue was inappropriate in handling the matter, but he only gave a light verbal warning. Later, he made a big fuss about his deeds of standing up to protect the students, which allowed the teachers attending the meeting to see some signs.

However, He Yue, who knew his family, was extremely complicated in his heart. He couldn't help but think of an encounter at a stall outside the school. Because he saw the stall owner selling tofu was very enthusiastic about Yang Yi. After the boy left, he accidentally asked the stall owner: "Is that student just now, the child of a relative, or your acquaintance?"

Then, in the middle-aged aunt's explanation, He Yue, who knew the whole story, suddenly couldn't speak.

I didn't take much effort to recall the scene that day, because it was the original source of my disgust towards Yang Yi. However, the completely opposite to my imagination was that the boy's actions at that time were actually because of the advocacy of justice, rather than the imaginary trouble of the playboy.

And I misunderstood this student for more than two months?

When he thought of this, He Yue had a fever on his face, so now after listening to the geography teacher, he persuaded him: "Forget it, Teacher Guo, you also know the attitude of the above towards this student. As long as he doesn't cause trouble, let him go."

The peaceful expression on his face made the geography teacher mutter: "Why is this young young man with a bad temper so easy to talk to? But what is the origin of that Yang Yi? There has never been such a privileged student in Yigao before, right?"

...

Originally, he made an appointment with Yu Pu that he would come to visit Mr. Ji Tangdan on Saturday, but unexpectedly, because the old man was going to attend a tea party in the cultural circle, he had to delay until the next week. Early in the morning, Yang Yi, who ran to Yu Pu's house, was stunned when he heard the news. He was too undestined to be with these masters, Shen Songzhi, and Ji Tangdan was like this.

However, the facts were determined, so I had to make an appointment with Rogo temporarily, and after notifying my mother, I ran towards the Magic City.

"Xiaoyi, what do you want to do? Can't you say it now?" Rogo looked at the boy in the passenger seat with a depressed look on his face. He felt that he had the courage to accompany a middle school student to make a fuss, which was simply unreasonable.

Fortunately, he was about to arrive at the destination, so Yang Yi didn't keep it in a silence: "Go to make our comic soundtrack. Didn't you say you had contacted the staff and equipment? Don't go there and you're not ready, and you're not ready."

Rogo's depression was endless for a moment, but he was attracted by Yang Yi's "soundtrack" theory, so he said curiously: "Is it the background music you wrote when we were doing the TV commercial of "Jiuzhou Flying"? Then you still need to go to the Magic City? Last time I commissioned our local Toray Audio and Video, wouldn't the effect be very good?"

Yang Yi didn't say anything, took out a stack of manuscript paper from his shoulder bag, flipped it, and said, "The second volume of "Jiuzhou Flying" is not a score." He flipped it out and took out another stack of paper that was much thinner than before.

Then he deliberately did not look at Rogo's eyes that were as bright as a 60-watt light bulb, and pretended to frown: "This song "Pipa Word" is used in the fifth act, and "Traveling to the Ancient" and "Good Sense" are the best matches with the battle chapters. Such a stunning song "Huanqin" has the best effect in the eighth act."

With a "squeak", Rogo braked the car into the emergency parking area and snatched the stack of manuscript paper on Yang Yi's hand.

Then I realized that it was a simplified score that I couldn't understand, but there were more than ten. If these songs were of the level of the TV commercial song "Jiuzhou Flying", then my trip to the Magic City would undoubtedly be expected.

"Xiaoyi, even if there are more songs, you don't have to go to the Magic City specifically, right?" Rogo smacked his lips, feeling a little distressed. The two people in the car were the boss of the most eye-catching publishing house now, and the other was the most mysterious best-selling author at present, but they had to try every means to reduce their expenses. It was speechless to say it.

"It's not only for advertising, but also for tapes to be made and issued at the cost of the book." Yang Yi looked at Rogo with his head tilted, and suddenly a bit of unruly arrogance was revealed in his tone: "We have to let some people know that there are two types of people in this world that cannot be provoked."

Then he smiled brightly and looked at the end of the road far away to the sky without waiting for Rogo to ask questions: "One is a person with a very brave person, and the other is a person with a very lucky person."

Rogo is already brave enough, and he can even happen like rebirth, which is enough to be considered particularly lucky.

...

Founded in 1983, Modu Audio and Video was predecessored by Modu Radio and Television Service Company established in 1980. In 1983, it was officially renamed and engaged in the publishing and operation of audio-visual products.

The reason why Yang Yi fell in love with this company was not only because of his first-class recording studio, but also because of his rich experience in the production of Chinese folk music, such as some religious music, Peking Opera and Kunqu opera, and commentary singing. This alone is enough to make Yang Yi choose to make this album here.

When I arrived at the audio-visual company building on Northeast Road, a middle-aged man was waiting here early in the reception hall. After seeing Rogo, he smiled and quickly stepped forward, giving the fat man a hug.

"Who is this?" This middle-aged man is in his early forties and has a medium figure. He does not have a disgusting beer belly, but his white temples show a bit of elegance like a literary worker. When the middle-aged man saw Yang Yi, who was calm and polite, and developed a bit of favor in his heart, he asked Rogo.

"Yang Yi, the genius young writer I always mention on the phone." Rogo smiled, his fatigue seemed to be wiped out these days, and his body was full of fighting spirit. After introducing Yang Yi to the middle-aged man, he turned to the boy who smiled and nodded at the man: "This is Lin Xi, the editor-in-chief of the editorial room under the Audio-Video Manager's Office of the Magic City. My old brother, you can just call him Uncle Lin. This time I took a lot of effort to ask him..."

"Every longing is a thousand miles away..." Yang Yi smiled and dropped his bag of books, and kept silent, making Rogo confused. Instead, Lin Xi's eyes lit up.

Then when Rogo was still confused, he punched the fat man angrily and amusedly: "What Xiao Yang means is that we can see that our friendship is extraordinary, so don't pretend to be a pity and ask for credit. You are still the boss of the publishing house. This level still needs to be improved."

Then he turned to Yang Yi: "You are the author of "Things in the Song Dynasty"? The boy is so terrifying. Do you know what I thought when I first saw this book?"

Before Yang Yi answered, Lin Xi laughed and said, "I think this author must be an old talented man full of poetry and books, and may be a bit down. He plays with the world, humorous and joking, but his heart is full of conscience and justice. Even whenever he sees the wonderful things, he just wishes that he can drink with this person and raises his cups as a pleasure... I just didn't expect that, that happy reading history is like you."

When Yang Yi was not as proud as such a young child in the face of his praise, the editor-in-chief of the content department praised him even more. Although a talented boy is rare, he is a talented but not arrogant person. Yang Yi's personality and cultivation are undoubtedly worthy of this talent given by nature.

Lin Xi's praise is naturally from sincerity. Yang Yi hasn't even seen such a middle-aged man with such a true temperament for a long time. However, the boy was simply guilty of these praises, so how could he be proud of it? What he got because of this book originally belonged to Mingyue back then.

"Okay, okay, I hear people praise him every day, and my ears are calloused." Rogo waved his hand with a bitter face: "It's still early, why don't you find a place to sit first? Brother Lin, please help me check it out and refer to his song?"

"The song?" Lin Xi was stunned, then hesitated and tentatively said: "Xiao Yang can still... compose music?"

This is not his rudeness, but because Yang Yi was still in the age of dancing, he made shocking achievements in writing. This kind of talent is not an exaggeration to call him a little genius. Now he is straddling music, which is inevitable that people will be surprised.

Yang Yi simply took out a few pieces of manuscript paper from his bag and handed it over: "I would like to ask Uncle Lin for guidance."

Simple score? Not a stitch score? Even with Lin Xi's cultivation, he would shake his head and laugh when he saw these music scores. If he is really a person who loves music and has some attainments in this regard, he should use the stitch score. The few manuscripts in front of him are a bit suspicious of drama.

However, the habit he developed over the years still made him hum silently unconsciously. At first, he still didn't move at all, but as he hummed, his head and feet couldn't help but start to beat.

Rogo was waiting for Lin Xi to make an idea, but now seeing this brother looking selfless, he couldn't help but pat his shoulder: "Brother Lin, Brother Lin?"

Waking up by Rogo from the world of music, Lin Xi subconsciously shuddered. After he fully reacted, his eyes looked at Yang Yi were wrong.

"What's wrong? Brother Lin? Are you okay?" Speaking of which, Rogo is indeed ashamed of the identity of a person in the cultural circle. He is actually a strange creature who doesn't even recognize the simplified score. Even after reading these musical scores of Yang Yi, he can't feel the beauty and shock at all, so he naturally doesn't understand Lin Xi's actions.

But if Lin Xi, who was born in music, naturally wouldn't be ignorant of the goods. His reaction was not surprising at all. This is to show good things to those who are proficient in it. The so-called "high mountains and flowing waters" Boya Ziqi is just like this.

In order to ensure the smooth New Year's Day battle, Yang Yi completely gave up his face and drew all the representative works of several representative figures of the later transformation of Chinese folk music, such as Lin Hai, Wang Junxiong, Chen Yue and others. He also added the classic songs of the new folk music representative group of the island country, Sun’ and the moon of Peace. So many excellent music gathered together, allowing Lin Xi, who has been immersed in national music for many years but has been suffering from the development of folk music, suddenly became a bottleneck in his heart when he saw it.

"You did all these?" Lin Xi knew it was a bit rude to do this, but it would be fine if it was one or two general works. Now that such a stack of works is in front of him, he couldn't help but be careful.

"Well, the ten songs correspond to the ten-act chapters of Siyue Culture's upcoming animation." Yang nodded.

"What a pity, every song can support a folk music record." Lin Xi shook his head reluctantly, but things belong to others, so naturally others have the final say.

"Hmm? What corresponds to the anime chapter?" Lin Xi opened her eyes widened when she reacted.

"It is the book that is released with music belts, so that readers can better substitute it into the book through background music and experience the scenes in the book when reading." Yang Yi put forward a new marketing concept that combines music and text.

"It's a waste. Good music should allow everyone to freely use their imagination. You, you..." Lin Xi kept regretting. As a musician, he naturally considers issues more from the perspective of music. However, his persistence and infatuation with music made Yang Yi feel respectful.
Chapter completed!