Chapter 17: Autumn is strong ()

"Mom, please ask for leave for me tomorrow." Wang Qibu said while the family was sitting around the living room watching TV.

"Ask for leave? Are you uncomfortable?" Lin Shishi said worriedly.

"How is that possible? Today I met a military vocal teacher in the library. He thought that I was also a rare genius in singing and wanted to accept me as my apprentice. He also said that he would ask me to go to his school tomorrow, record a song I sing and then send it to the radio station." Wang Qibu explained.

"It's not a liar, right?" Lin Shishi became even more worried when she heard this.

"If there is really a liar who can deceive our son, then he will be really wronged to be a liar." Wang Yunshan, who knew that his son was worthy of his sanity, had no worries about his wife at all.

"You don't care about your son. What if you really meet a bad person, how old is he?" Lin Shishi was never satisfied with Wang Yunshan's attitude towards his son.

"Yes, if you put this matter on other children today, you don't have to ask whether it's a lie. But is our son an ordinary child? It's no big deal for multiple singing geniuses. Just ask for leave." Wang Yunshan made the decision.

It was not difficult for Wang Qibu to find Gu Jianjun who was giving lectures. Of course, he did not use the same tricks he had used to find Li Jianye, and he could not do such a loss-taking business. Especially for things like this, where you can get answers by just asking a few people.

Walking into a large class classroom that can accommodate hundreds of people, Wang Qibu found an inconspicuous corner and sat down. It was a bit ironic; he escaped from one teacher, but escaped to another classroom. The ancient Jianjun on the podium was not as passionate as most teachers of this era, but he said something fake, big, and unstoppable. He just meticulously told this already boring "A Brief History of European Music" class, which was more sleepy, but more realistic. He used examples to closely connect ancient Greece, Austria, religion, Beethoven, etc. than ever before.

Even if it is a chance success, it must be inevitable. In order to teach so many outstanding disciples, in addition to increasing influence, the unique educational method of the ancient Jianjun may be the key.

"Master, Master." A voice of Tong Sheng, who was rare on the university campus, attracted Gu Jianjun, who had closed the lesson plan and was about to leave. Of course, it also attracted the students who were about to leave.

"Qianbu, why are you here at this time?" Gu Jianjun asked when he saw the young figure jumping out of the corner and compared to the surroundings.

"I took a leave. I didn't suffer any loss by comparing the tuition for elementary school with the tuition for university." Wang Qibu's words caused a burst of laughter around him.

"Teacher Gu, who is this interesting child?" asked a student.

"My name is Wang Qibu. I am seven years old this year. I am your teacher Gu's apprentice." Wang Qibu said proudly. He has the capital to be proud, after all, he is the personal disciple, and the people around him are just ordinary disciples.

"You little guy. Let's go, let's go to the recording studio now." Gu Jianjun smiled and cursed as he looked at Wang Qibu, then pulled him out of the classroom.

"Master, how many disciples do you have now?" Wang Qibu asked on the way to the recording studio.

"Where can I count? Didn't you see all those just now?" Gu Jianjun said casually.

"I mean, no matter how I studied, how many people like me have nothing to do with your professional title evaluation or awarding bonuses?" Wang Qibu asked in pain.

"Haha, it's really the first thing you do like this. Why are you asking this?" Gu Jianjun asked with a smile. There are many people who want to be his disciples, but his standard for accepting disciples is indeed a little higher.

"The first one, no matter who you accept in the future, I am the eldest brother." When I think of the kings in later generations, the queen of heaven would call herself the eldest brother Wang Qibu's beauty in her heart.

"Well, that's true. So you, the senior brother, should set a good example for them." After Gu Jianjun gave a positive answer, he did not forget to preach.

It has to be said that the recording equipment here is considered advanced for the national conditions and contemporary technology at that time. With the accompaniment made by the ancient Jianjun overnight, the song "Autumn Strong" that was sung in later generations was recorded four years in advance. Perhaps Wang Qibu does not have Jacky Cheung's desolate voice and singing style at the moment, but this does not prevent Wang Qibu from giving this song new connotation and interpretation; a faint sadness of parting, a strong sense of autumn, and at the same time, there is also a feeling of transcending reincarnation.

"If you are ten years older than now, then with this song, you will definitely become a singer." Gu Jianjun said excitedly to Wang Qibu, who had just walked out of the recording studio.

"It's okay, it's the same as becoming a singer in ten years." Wang Qibu said indifferently.

"Haha, you are confident." Gu Jianjun smiled.

"Of course, I should have this confidence just because of you, the master." Although there is suspicion of flattery, what Wang Qibu said is really true.

"Haha. Come on, go to the radio station with your master, and then take you to have a good meal." Seeing that, this is called "I'm wearing a lot of clothes and not wearing a bad person."

"Okay." Wang Qibu answered with great pleasure.

The mainland pop music scene in the late 1980s and early 1990s, well, basically does not exist. At that time, the mainland did not have its own pop music at all, and almost all popular songs were transmitted from Hong Kong and Taiwan. So when Lin Zijian, the host of Yanjing Radio Station, listened to "Autumn Strong", he didn't believe that there were people in the mainland who could write and sing such fashionable songs. What he didn't believe was that the person was actually a child named Wang Qibu, led by his senior brother Gu Jianjun.

"Senior brother, are you sure that playing this song will not involve copyright issues?" Lin Zijian tactfully expressed his distrust of this matter.

"Don't worry, Zi Jian. My apprentice Wang Qibu is a little genius. After you understand him, you will not be surprised that he can write such a song. I dare to use my reputation to ensure that this song is his own original, and even the accompaniment was composed by me last night." Gu Jianjun, who had long expected Lin Zi Jian to react, helped his apprentice keep his promise.

He looked at Wang Qibu with complicated eyes, and thought for a long time. Lin Zijian, who walked into the studio with a tape, obviously had made a decision; believe it!

"Dear listeners, I am your friend Lin Zijian. Just now, I heard a very good new song. After seeing the author of this song and the singer Wang Qibu, to be honest, I was very suspicious and shocked; because Wang Qibu is only seven years old and is a first-year student in elementary school. After doubting and shock, I saw hope; the hope of our mainland pop music. Okay. Now I will give this song "Autumn Strong" to everyone, and feel this song full of autumnal feelings with everyone..." Before Lin Zijian finished speaking, this song filled with lingering emotions in autumn spread to every corner of the capital through radio signals. So Wang Qibu did not originally have

What did you care about? The plane was made big... Just shortly after Gu Jianjun and Wang Qibu and his disciples left for a big meal, the hotline of Yanjing Radio Station kept ringing, and some questioned whether the song "Autumn Strong" really came from the hands of a seven-year-old child; some said that the song "Autumn Strong" aroused a strong resonance in his heart; some asked where to buy the tape of this song; of course, the most thing was to ask the radio to repeatedly play the song. What is the entertainment element that can arouse the enthusiasm of the masses? Novelty! Whether it is the creation, the age of the singer, or the novelty and adaptability of the song, "Autumn Strong" is undoubtedly a textbook-style model to attract attention. So the song was pushed to a height that was not originally reached.

"Son, did you sing the song on the radio today?" Lin Shishi, who asked for leave and got off work early and waited for Wang Qibu to come home.

"You heard it too. Haha, it was me who sang it. Didn't I tell you yesterday? How about it? Does it sound good?" Wang Qibu said casually after eating and drinking.

"It sounds nice, it sounds nice, as long as my son sings it well." After receiving the confirmation, Lin Shishi said happily with a smile. When she helped her son ask for leave, she didn't dare to think that she could get such a surprise.

"Although I am a little blindly admiring, I am the happiest to be praised by my mother." Wang Qibu got into his mother Lin Shishi's arms and said coquettishly. This is exactly what made Lin Shishi feel the most gratifying; no matter how outstanding his son is, his attachment to her has never decreased at all.

"You are really bored; if you like singing, just sing something you wrote yourself, why bother plagiarize Jacky Cheung?" Li Wanyao, who held "Li Qingzhao" in the same hand, obviously also heard the song "Autumn Strong".

"This matter is simply a collection of accidental groups. It's also my fault that I forgot that radio stations have such a huge influence in this era." Wang Qibu said a little aggrieved.

"Yo, Yo. I'm still selling well when I get it." Li Wanyao said mercilessly. The big reason is that Jacky Cheung is her idol of Girls' Generation. Wang Qibu was singing "Kiss Goodbye" with a broken guitar back then and completely opened the heart of the ignorant girl.

"By the way, I remember your dad should be about to get promoted again, right?" Wang Qibu changed the topic tactfully.

"My father obviously wants to take over the old man's class, so you can know this kind of thing without rebirth. This time I went back to the military academy to be the director of the Academic Affairs Office, to put it bluntly, just to transfer the military rank to the colonel. In fact, I hope he can stay in the army. Although he is promoted a little slower, he can save the trouble of being transferred to the General Staff in the future. After all, some people were all trying to "I won't be in command for a long time." Li Wanyao still felt scared when she thought of the great efforts her entire family made when her father transferred from the Military Academy to the General Staff in her previous life.

"Woman, please don't ignore my existence. Maybe when you draw a blueprint for the future, you should add me to it to be more accurate." Wang Qibu protested.

"Haha, boy, nine years later, you seem to be only sixteen years old? Can I count on you, who was just a teenager at that time, played a great role in such a big political incident?" Li Wanyao sneered.

"Maybe it won't be too big, but at least it can shut up most of the opposing people." Wang Qibu said, snatching the yogurt from Li Wanyao's hand and killing it in one bite.

This made Li Wanyao guess speechlessly; does this guy want to use this action to give me a ruthless feeling?
Chapter completed!