When Dad sat tremblingly in the cab, he couldn't put it down and touched the luxurious interior and modern buttons in the car.
drunk.
Today's Daben is completely different from the interior of Daben back then.
Through the car window, I saw the Wuling bread.
The old friend who has been with me for so long...is no longer good!
Wuling, don’t contact me again. I’m afraid Mercedes-Benz will misunderstand you.
"Hi! It's great! I, Li Guoyao, can also drive on the Daben!"
Comrade Lao Li's eyes were a little moist.
All kinds of fancy things started to pop up in my mind.
"You said that if I drive a Daben to install air conditioners in the future, won't I have to keep my dignity?!"
"Not only for saving face, you can make your boss angry to death."
Lao Li was very happy, which also made Li Jinglin very happy.
He smiled and patted his father on the shoulder.
"When my son earns more money in the future, I will buy you some serious cars. Then dad, you can change the car and drive. If your boss dares to have any objection, he will be fired immediately!"
"Go, go, go! How can you be such a nouveau riche?"
Comrade Lao Li's face twitched and he instantly became serious.
"Son, you must remember that if you have money, don't waste it. If you have ability and status, you must also keep a low profile and do things!!"
"This indulgence starts from small things one by one..."
"Being kind to others means being kind to yourself!"
"When you have money, you have to be more strict with yourself..."
Facing his father's sermons like his mother's, Li Jinglin quickly nodded in agreement.
"Don't worry, Dad! I'll remember it all!"
I have heard these words for more than ten years.
Of course, I won’t be impatient, let alone not take it seriously.
Being strict with yourself is never a bad thing.
I am naturally very happy when I buy a new car.
The family happily bought some gifts and went to a restaurant.
It's not a high-end restaurant, it's just a small restaurant owned by a friend of my father's.
The taste is good, the price is cheap, and the main thing is the quantity is sufficient.
Full of pyrotechnics and real materials.
During the meal, Li Jinglin kept laughing.
After giving the gift to "Uncle Zhang" who owns a restaurant, he watched his father swinging the keys to the Mercedes-Benz and slapping his old friend in the face like crazy.
While showing off Da Ben, he also showed off his son.
The consequences are...
Lao Zhang served rice to both himself and his mother, but only gave his father an empty bowl.
During the quarrel, the two started drinking again.
The peace agreement is...
After Lao Li has finished enjoying himself, he has to lend Daben to Lao Zhang for comfort.
Lao Li's face became twisted, and he reluctantly agreed.
He was saying something like, "You're feeding pigs in such a big pot", "If I hadn't known you and me since we were wearing crotchless pants", "Why is this old guy interested in other people's cars? Ask your son to buy one for you too." Ah" and so on.
Accompanied by Uncle Zhang's furious voice.
The store is filled with a cheerful atmosphere.
time flies.
Two days passed in the blink of an eye, and Li Jinglin had to return to Jiaxing to continue recording the show.
After finally coming back for only two days, my parents were very reluctant to leave.
But he didn't show it at all, as if he was afraid of affecting Li Jinglin's work.
Leave the house.
Get in the car.
Li Jinglin let out a long sigh of relief.
Suddenly I had the urge... to write a song for my family.
Then turn on the computer and record the inspiration first.
I was in a daze for a while.
He immediately shook his head.
You have to be cautious, and if you go to the public, you have to keep a low profile and protect your family information.
Shift your attention and energy to the "Rising Stars of Tomorrow" variety show.
Do the things at hand first.
Then give those ideas a good polish.
"Four people working together..."
Li Jinglin frowned. Looking at the name of his group, he always felt that something was wrong.
Huang Jun, Ning Hua, An Zai Min.
Huang Jun, Xiao Huangmao, is already familiar to me.
Li Jinglin was a little suspicious. Huang Jun might not have been involved in this grouping.
This Ning Hua, I have a bit of an impression on myself.
He is a trainee who can play the violin.
This feature makes it easy for Li Jinglin to remember.
The violin is considered a popular musical instrument, but its popularity is not comparable to that of the piano.
Still relatively rare.
But this An Zai Min... the reviews don't seem to be very good.
And, most importantly...
"From Han Country?"
Li Jinglin immediately got a headache.
In Li Jinglin's overseas career, there were only two times when he had disputes with others, accumulating unhappiness and even some hostility.
In these only two cerebral hemorrhages, without exception, the opponents were all Han people.
The reason for the dispute is too simple.
After all, Li Jinglin is a Chinese, and he is engaged in music and art after all.
Art is always related to culture.
But once this aspect is brought up, or even a little bit of traditional Chinese things are brought up, the Han people will always stand up and embarrass themselves, saying that those things are theirs.
And there were so many so-called "their" things, and they stole everything.
This dispute is really unavoidable.
This also makes Li Jinglin have no good impression of this anti-intellectual brainwashed nation.
"It's so annoying...this Han countryman..."
"No! How could I think so..."
Li Jinglin quickly shook his head.
No, that’s not a good idea.
Say it to yourself repeatedly.
You can't have such one-sided ideas, let alone be biased!
It’s no wonder that Li Jinglin repeatedly “hypnotized” himself. It was true that he had a bit of PTSD from the Han people. This sudden encounter was indeed a bit stressful.
"It's my problem...I have to reflect...Li Jinglin, you have to maintain a peaceful mind and not wear colored glasses..."
Li Jinglin shook his head, took a long breath, and calmed down.
A gentleman is like the wind, and a villain is like grass.
Where the grass swings is not the responsibility of the grass, but the responsibility of the wind.
Is it the common people's responsibility to have a bad social atmosphere?
No, it is the responsibility of public figures, and the leading role of public figures is very important.
Play is fun, make trouble is trouble, and fish is fried.
But as a member of the national team, Li Jinglin still must have the responsibility of being a public figure.
Everyone can despise Dahan as much as they like, but you, Li Jinglin, can't.
"Li Jinglin, you must remember that a scholar cannot be without Hongyi..."
Li Jinglin said to himself.
As the saying goes, a scholar cannot be without Hongyi!
scholar!
Now, that refers to experts, professors, and leaders! !
There are some so-called morality, justice, rationality... so what if ordinary people can't do it? !
That doesn't matter at all! !
Because these things require "scholars" to do it first. Only when the scholars do it can the common people be driven by the wind to do it.
As an expert on the violin, or to put it more broadly, he is a member of the music industry...
You must do it yourself!
If even you, a "scholar", can't do it, are you still complacent and aloof, saying criticism to make the common people do it?
Educate people? What a waste of education you have!
No matter how high the knowledge is, without virtue, it can only be regarded as "a beast".
...
After struggling with this thought for a whole night, I was finally able to deal with it with a calm mind.
The next morning.
Li Jinglin's gentle smile finally returned.
I came to my group’s recording studio and met three teammates.
Li Jinglin greeted him very politely.
"We meet again, Huang Jun."
"Ning Hua? Hello, I'm Li Jinglin."
"An Zaimin? Welcome to China! I am your teammate from now on, Li Jinglin."
He shook hands with the three of them and gave a half-bow.
This made the three of them stand at attention in flattery.
Li Jinglin's identity is so exciting that it has long been spread among these promoted players.
At this time, these three people did not dare to neglect at all.
"Hey, hey, hey!! Boss! Just call me Huang Mao!"
"Boss, boss, just call me Ahua or Xiaohua!"
"Call me Xiaoan, call me Xiaoan!"
The three of them were also very friendly towards Li Jinglin.
...Of course, this is criticism.
Everyone knows your identity.
If you are not friendly, is it possible that some people are still hostile?
That's pure stupidity.
"Let's discuss the content and form of the work! It must be done quickly!"
Huang Jun is very wild and well-informed.
He was the first to speak.
"Actually, we only have three days left to design the content of the work, and then there will be practice, and the practice time will not be very sufficient. It is best to finalize something directly today."
"Well... let's listen to Ah Hua's suggestion. I don't know much about this aspect. You guys are the main ones. In addition to the violin, I also know a little bit about composition and arrangement."
Li Jinglin did not seize the initiative based on his status.
Learning with an open mind is the key.
Since young people like this kind of performance, no matter whether these works are garbage, they must have their merits.
"That's great!"
Huang Jun looked happy.
Ha, what the boss said is a little bit, but it is definitely not a little bit. Huang Jun understands it very well.
The works produced by trainees should preferably be original.
Because if you take out old works and re-make them into singing and dancing, you won’t get any extra points if you do it well, but you’ll really lose points if you don’t do it well.
Fans of the original work will consider it an insult to the original work.
It can be regarded as a big trap for an idol to debut.
"I have a sample here."
Li Jinglin took out the USB flash drive, inserted it into the speaker and played it.
"I studied the current pop music market before, and I have some insights. I wrote a lot of designs to see if it is possible to choose one. I will give you a lot."
Several people listened, and their eyes shone brightly.
"Brother, this prelude is really eye-catching!"
"This intro seems to be good, and it's suitable for doing some tricks on the stage."
Li Jinglin chuckled.
Fragmented entertainment time makes it difficult to attract the audience's attention.
If the intro has a strong memory point, it will be easily spread.
Therefore, the beginning is very important!
As for the prelude, how to catch your ears?
Either the main melody can be used directly, or a melody line with obvious contrast can be used. Of course, it can also be emphasized by some special timbres.
Anyway, Li Jinglin has tried various methods.
I plan to give it a try on this variety show.
"However, now I still have to find a master to write lyrics and a dance teacher to quickly arrange the dance."
Huang Jun and others are very satisfied with this demo.
"Yes, if we set off sooner, we can practice faster."
"but......"
An Zaimin's expression suddenly changed.
He scratched his head in embarrassment.
"A Biao is loose-mouthed... Jing Lin senbeinim... My Chinese is terrible, can I... Han Gou Gu Lu... Pole Da... ..”
Li Jinglin was stupid.
It's not that I don't understand Han Gougu Le... ahem, Korean.
What he means by this is...
"Sorry, Brother Jinglin (honorific), my Chinese is really bad. Can I sing in Korean?"
"Ah? Let's study and practice, can't we?" Li Jinglin frowned.
"Of course I will practice seriously...but it might be really weird." An Zaimin's expression seemed a little guilty. “My auditions all use Korean songs...”
Li Jinglin frowned.
The judges are indeed not good at passing you just because you sang a Korean song.
Otherwise, if word spreads out and you follow the rhythm, won't it become "Chinese variety show and media artists collectively reject Han people"?
"I'm really sorry, I'm the one holding you back!!"
"Brothers, I will definitely work harder! I will work hard to practice Chinese during this period. Please help me, brothers!"
An Zaimin seemed to feel even more guilty, his head hanging low.
He stood up and bowed repeatedly to apologize, sincerely.
"It's okay, it's okay, we will definitely help you and make progress together!"
Ah Hua laughed, patted An Zaimin on the shoulder, and encouraged him.
"Don't worry so much, just relax!"
Ah Hua always felt that it might be the senior entertainment culture in Han Country that made An Zaimin a little scared.
But Huang Jun and Li Jinglin frowned.
These two people have seen too much.
This scene before my eyes.
For those who didn’t know, they thought it was Li Jinglin who was trying to show off to his seniors and bully his juniors.
This is really only a short essay away from large-scale real-life rumor making.
Li Jinglin looked strange.
I don't think I offended you, why are you so upset all of a sudden?
But Huang Jun's approach is even simpler.
He quietly picked up his cell phone and secretly started recording.
It's purely the alertness that has been cultivated since childhood as a rich second generation.
Huang Jun simply thinks... [Bangzi doesn't look like a good person, I think there may be something fishy, protect me, brother Fang Lin]
