Huang Zhong used to be part of the crew, worked as a group performer for several years, and often acted as a stand-in for hanging wires. Naturally, he knew the principle, so he asked someone to bring paper and pen, and started to draw on it while talking.

Director Yang was a professional, and she understood the beauty of it as soon as she heard it. She couldn't help but get more and more excited as she thought about it, and she had all the pictures in her mind.

As Huang Zhong was talking, he felt that Director Yang beside him was breathing heavier and heavier, so he stopped.

Director Yang was seen clenching his fists and looking excited.

At this moment, Director Yang wished he could punch it down and create a brand new world.

But she couldn't bear to hit Teacher Xiao Huang next to her, not even with her old arms and legs.

Just as Xiao Lizi came over, Director Yang punched Xiao Lizi on the shoulder: "Haha, I can fly this time, I can fly!"

Classmate Xiao Wang finally regained his psychological balance: Look, it’s not just me.

Why is it me again? Xiao Lizi wants to cry but has no tears.

Huang Zhongze smiled slightly: accidentally, he got the title of No. 1 in Wi-A.

Director Yang also looked at Huang Zhong, with a mother-in-law-like smile in his eyes.

Unconsciously, it was already noon, and a group of people reluctantly left the recording studio and went to the canteen to eat.

The morning passed so quickly, and everyone felt very fulfilled after witnessing the magic of Huang Zhong.

When they were approaching the entrance of the canteen, someone came in with an aluminum lunch box, holding chopsticks in one hand, and gently tapped on the lunch box, making a clanging sound.

Huang Zhong suddenly stopped: "Yes, yes!"

The phrase "yes, yes" seems to have some kind of magic power in the eyes of others.

This was the great hymn just now, is it coming again now?

Several people's eyes were fixed on Huang Zhong, but they saw him dancing and gesticulating: "Thumb, thump, thump, thump, haha, don't you just go up with a bang!"

He kept mumbling and rushed into the cafeteria. When everyone followed him in, they saw Huang Zhong already crouching beside a dining table, writing furiously.

Notes poured out like a school of fish from the ocean, covering the paper in an instant.

Less than ten minutes later, Huang Zhong slammed the pen in his hand on the dining table, with a proud look on his face.

Is this it?

Everyone looked at each other.

"It's true that you can't become a Buddha without being crazy."

Director Yang let out a long sigh. From this teacher Xiao Huang, she felt her own shadow, and they were both the same kind of people.

"Director Yang, let's go to the orchestra to try out this afternoon." Huang Zhong's face was filled with excitement.

"Today is Sunday." Classmate Xiao Wang reminded.

Director Yang was also anxious and said quickly: "I'll call and ask."

She turned around and left the restaurant, and quickly hurried back: "It just so happens that the band has rehearsals today, let's go in the afternoon."

Others couldn't hold back their laughter: This was when the Thunderbolt met Vanguard, and they all went together in a hurry.

After dinner, Huang Zhong started working on the dining table in the cafeteria. The score of a symphony was very complicated. Just now it was just a general melody.

He first wrote a score for conductors, in which all parts are gathered here, including violin part, viola part, trumpet part, French horn part, electronic drum part, flute, oboe, saxophone, etc.
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In addition to these orchestral music, there are also traditional folk music, such as dulcimer, pipa, chimes, etc.

Huang Zhong waved his pencil and wrote, swish, swish, swish.

On his left, classmate Xiao Wang was responsible for handing him paper. He saw a thick stack of white paper in his hand, getting thinner and thinner.

On the other side, Director Yang was personally responsible for sorting out the written scores. After a while, there was a thick pile in front of him.

Director Ruan, who was watching on the sidelines, was filled with admiration: Even with that kind of printer, it is not so fast.

More than two hours later, Huang Zhong finally stopped writing. He shook his arm vigorously. My dear, my arm was obviously swollen.

"Teacher Huang, let me rub it for you." Classmate Xiao Wang clenched his fist in an awkward manner and knocked on Huang Zhong's arm.

Xiao Lizi was filled with envy: Why is there such a big difference in treatment between the same people?

"Let's go!" Director Yang held a stack of music scores and roared energetically, and then the group got on the bus and set off. Little Li Zi rode a 28-inch bar, swinging his arms and pedaling hard.
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In the rehearsal room of the ballet orchestra, dozens of members are rehearsing.

We have to work overtime on Sunday, and everyone is not very interested. Even the sounds made by various musical instruments are a bit lazy.

Fortunately, with overtime pay to support them, these performers can still persevere.

At four o'clock in the afternoon, as the rehearsal was coming to an end and everyone was thinking about what to eat at home in the evening, the deputy leader led a group of people in and said: "Comrades, don't leave yet."

Inside the rehearsal room, the sound of wailing immediately broke out.

"Captain Zhao, are you still alive?" A young man playing the drum protested loudly.

In the past two years, with the opening of the country, rock music has become popular in Beijing. Those who play Western instruments can make some extra money.

"You are the only one who complains and talks a lot."

Deputy leader Zhao glared at this side first, and then pointed to the side and introduced: "These are comrades from the TV series Journey to the West. This is Director Yang, and this is Director Ruan. They are here specifically to score the music for Journey to the West. Your family

Children, aren’t they all thinking about watching Journey to the West?”

Director Yang also clasped his hands together and nodded in greeting: "Thank you for your hard work, comrades."

"Journey to the West, what does it have to do with our orchestra? We should find a folk band." Drummer Xiao Zhao muttered. This might delay how long it will last. Wouldn't it affect the extra money?

"Xiao Zhao, if you don't want to do this, you should give up your job as soon as possible. I won't be able to make cakes without you!" In the past two years, Deputy Commander Zhao also felt that it was becoming increasingly difficult to lead his soldiers.

In this era of rapid change, the inherent concepts and methods are under impact, a very strong impact.

It seems that overnight, people have become obsessed with money; they used to look forward, but gradually there is a tendency to look towards money.

Seeing how anxious Deputy Leader Zhao was, everyone in the orchestra also calmed down. At least they no longer resisted on the surface, but it could be seen from their expressions that they were suffocating in their hearts.

"Director Yang, Director Ruan, this is conductor Hu Bingxu." Deputy leader Zhao introduced the middle-aged man in front of everyone.

"Commander Hu, we meet again." Director Yang greeted cheerfully. They are both old comrades from the cultural front and have known each other before.

This is the conductor’s surname, which is connected with his profession, so calling him Huang Zhong feels a little funny.

However, he just felt happy in his heart. He still knew the name of conductor Hu, who was considered one of the top baton conductors in China.

For example, Journey to the West and Red Mansions were all directed by others. Going forward, there are also Shajiabang and Taking Tiger Mountain by Wisdom, etc. Who dares to say that they are directed by others?

Commander Hu shook hands with Director Yang: "Director Yang, let's hurry up. Have you brought the score? Whose masterpiece is it?"

This matter has been spread throughout the industry. Journey to the West arranged music through seven composers. However, the little old lady in front of him had too high a vision, so Conductor Hu was also very curious as to who the eighth person was to take over.

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Director Yang smiled and pulled Huang Zhong over: "This is Xiao Huang..."

Huang Zhong quickly shook hands with Commander Hu: "I am Xu Xian. Hello, Commander Hu. I have long admired your name."

There was a burst of laughter in the band, and drummer Zhao just now said in a weird voice: "Hey, Xu Xian is here, and we happen to have a white lady in the band."

Then, an elder sister named Bai hit his head with a piano bow in her hand, and the atmosphere was very happy for a while.

"Yes, yes, this is Comrade Xu Xian." Only then did Director Yang remember the pseudonym.

"Let me introduce, this is Comrade Bai Suzhen." Drummer Zhao was talking seriously, with such a weak energy.

The rest of the band also enjoyed watching the joke. The people they usually collaborate with are either famous singers or composers, so how dare they make such a joke.

Just then, a young man jumped out of nowhere. His name has never been heard before and he belongs to an unknown person.

It can't be said that Xu Xian is still a household name, but it has nothing to do with composing. He is a professional snake farmer.

It’s hard for Deputy Leader Zhao to say anything. That’s what this industry is all about. Strength speaks for itself.

If you want people to respect you, well, you have to be able to beat people up.

If you get Erquan or Liang Zhu, you will be willing to ask these guys to polish your shoes.

He also wondered where Director Yang hired this person. He was too young. If he hadn't been calm and calm, he would have thought he was a college student who had not graduated.

Huang Zhong still had a warm smile on his face, and he didn't seem to care at all about everyone's contempt and teasing.

But the classmate Xiao Wang next to him was too young and from a good background, so he couldn't bear this. His eyes widened and he said, "You guys, don't look down on others, Xiao Huang, Teacher Xu Xian is very powerful!"

"I just lied to a little girl like you. It's amazing. What's so great about it? Did you eat it or taste it?" The elder sister Bai just now, with a tone of experience, began to give guidance to the junior classmate Xiao Wang.

Classmate Xiao Wang’s fighting ability is still relatively poor now. He is so angry that he can’t speak. Looking at him like that, he wants to cry.

Her Majesty the Queen has more experience than she does. Although she is not satisfied with the behavior of the band members, she still refuses to say anything and waits for a while for Teacher Xiao Huang to slap them hard in the face.

She glanced at Huang Zhong with her bright eyes, and saw that Teacher Xiao Huang still had a smile on his face, looking unfazed. Zhu Lin couldn't help but nodded secretly: This is called magnanimity.

Huang Zhong began to distribute the music scores, and the music scores given to the conductor were the most complicated. Each movement had more than a dozen lines juxtaposed, belonging to different parts.
To be continued...