Chapter 387 Interview
When Chu Mingzhou pushed the door open and walked out, sporadic snow was falling in the military compound in the twilight.
He wrapped his military coat tightly and walked on the snow towards the art troupe. The image of Lin Zihuai when he first joined the army emerged in his mind - that young boy with green eyes, but in just one year, he had become the focus of publicity for the art troupe.
Chu Mingzhou not only brought back Lin Zihuai, but also brought Lu Qing and Du Juan with him.
Chu Mingzhou didn't explain it clearly enough, but the fact that it was a special interview alone was enough to give Lu Qing the opportunity to catch black carp.
Chu Minglan had already prepared the meal, and Lin Anan asked her to cook more rice so that it would be enough for two more people.
The house was steaming hot. Lin Anan and her husband had just put the food on the table when they heard Lu Qing's hearty laughter coming from the yard: "Zihuai is going to be on the column? This is a great thing to bring honor to the art troupe!"
"Brother Lu, please stop teasing me." Lin Zihuai's voice was a little embarrassed, "I don't know what's going on yet!"
The door curtain was lifted, and Chu Mingzhou was the first to step into the main hall.
Behind him, Lu Qing patted Lin Zihuai on the shoulder and strode forward.
Du Juan was holding an oil paper bag, "Sister An An, I brought some homemade hot sauce, it's especially delicious with rice."
Lin Anan took it with a smile, "You've come just in time! Let's wash our hands and have dinner."
After everyone sat down, they naturally ate and chatted.
Lin Anan talked about what happened today.
She compared Lin Zihuai to Mu Youwei, and first discussed the pros and cons, "I want to create a 'rising star' for the Northwest Art Troupe."
Dujuan paused in her eating, and then the smile on her face grew even bigger.
Not to mention Lu Qing, he almost agreed with both hands and feet.
Lin Zihuai didn't react much. It wasn't that he wasn't excited, but that he didn't want to go in.
Now when I think back to when I was just starting out and dared to challenge Mu Youwei, I feel a little scared...
"Zihuai was a very interesting child. He didn't study hard, but sang and danced all day long. The villagers disliked him for looking like a girl.
Later, several musicians were sent down to the brigade, and he would run to the cowshed before dawn every day, not minding the dirt, and pretending to be good and clever, just to learn a few notes. This kind of persistence is rare. "
“Hahahahahaha…”
Lin Zihuai's ears turned red, "Sister, please stop talking."
"What's so embarrassing about this? There's nothing shameful about studying!"
Lin Anan then talked about his later experiences of learning musical instruments.
“All the hardships you have endured and the sweat you have shed are your glory. From the kerosene lamps at night to the musical scores drawn on the sand, these are the most moving stories. Your stories can also become an inspiration.”
"sister……"
"Zihuai, you must strive to seize every opportunity and create a shining business card for the Northwest Art Troupe. Music can also convey the faith of soldiers, and the melody can also praise ordinary heroes."
Lin Zihuai felt like his blood was boiling!
Lu Qing was the first to applaud, "Okay, let Zihuai become the benchmark of the Northwest Art Troupe. When the time comes, I will contact the Military Region Propaganda Department and do some publicity so that everyone can see a real, three-dimensional soldier of the art troupe!"
After dinner, Lin Anan took out a notebook and pointed to the plan on the paper: "Zihuai, this is the publicity plan I prepared for you. From now on, we want everyone to know that there is a talented performer and composer in the Northwest Art Troupe. His name is Lin Zihuai!"
Lin Zihuai looked at his sister's serious expression, then lowered his head to look at the familiar stories on the paper, and his eyes couldn't help but get hot.
He clenched his fists and nodded heavily: "Sister, I will definitely cooperate well and live up to your expectations!"
Inside the house, the discussion became more and more heated, and in this warm atmosphere, Lin Anan's plan gradually moved from paper to reality.
On a weekend morning, the military compound was coated with a layer of silver by the sunlight after the snow, making it look particularly peaceful.
Editor Liu and his group of four arrived at the art troupe early.
Photography and recording equipment were set up in the rehearsal room, and the red light of the recorder was flashing, recording the expectations floating in the air.
Whether out of friendship with Lin Anan or importance to Lin Zihuai, Editor Liu did a very good job.
The members of the art troupe formed a small circle, their eyes full of curiosity.
Editor Liu raised his hand to adjust the camera lens, and the metal bracket glowed coldly in the sunlight.
He glanced at the members of the art troupe sitting in the rehearsal hall, and his eyes finally fell on Lin Zihuai, a young man with extraordinary demeanor, sitting upright in front of him in a neat military uniform, with an accordion and a third-class merit certificate placed beside him.
"Shall we start by talking about learning skills?" Reporter Li pressed the recorder and handed over the microphone with a smile.
Lin Zihuai's Adam's apple rolled, and he nodded seriously, "Back then, the musicians were assigned to our brigade, and I had the honor to meet them. They taught me a note, and I carved it repeatedly on the sand using tree branches for three months.
My mother used half a month's food ration to buy me a handwritten copy of "Harmony". At that time, there was only one kerosene lamp in the house. My sister and I copied the score and proofread it by moonlight. Our fingers were so frozen that we couldn't even hold the pen steadily..."
Ninety percent of the members who can join the art troupe come from good families, especially those who can play musical instruments, whose family backgrounds are relatively good.
People like Du Juan who got in with their singing and dancing abilities are always a minority.
There are even fewer people like Lin Zihuai who come from grassroots backgrounds.
There is no way, this is the reality, rural people don’t have the conditions.
As more and more stories were thrown out, the crowd listened more and more attentively.
From learning art to being unemployed, from joining the Northwest Army to transferring to the art troupe, from a rookie to making a name for himself with his original songs...
Everything proves Lin Zihuai's growth.
At the end of the interview, Lin Zihuai saluted the people from the publishing house and said, "Thank you for your hard work."
Editor Liu patted Lin Zihuai's shoulder heavily and said, "I never thought that someone as hard-hearted as me would be moved by your story."
Bailing took two steps forward and said with a smile: "When Zihuai first came to the art troupe, he always felt that he was not as good as the members who graduated from professional schools, but every time he performed, he was surprisingly good.
Especially this time in Henan Province, the disaster area... Even among the ruins, he did not flinch, he is a great guy!"
Many members of the art troupe who were on good terms with Lin Zihuai immediately echoed:
"Yes, the songs written by Zihuai are very emotional. He is really amazing and is a role model for us to improve."
"And his musical instrument skills are better than ours. He is really excellent."
"Translator Lin is right. As long as we work hard, we all have a promising future!"
"Zi Huai is the benchmark, he is no worse than anyone else!"
As the crowd was excited, the shutter sounds of Editor Liu's camera rang out one after another, recording the brightest smiling faces and the most vivid style of the art troupe.
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