Fang Yang waved his hand, "It was caused by a chance event. Do you remember the big fire two years ago? This song was written based on that fire to commemorate the firefighters who sacrificed their lives in the fire."
Fang Yang had never said these words before, and everyone assumed it was just a tribute to unsung heroes. They were all deeply moved and filled with awe at his unexpected reason.
"Xiao Fang, why didn't you say so sooner? Otherwise, so many firefighters would remember your kindness!"
"No need for that. Firefighters should already know, as they have the most profound experience. But there's no need to make it a mere formality. Besides, everyone has their own unique experience, so this approach is more effective. A song expresses emotion, and its role varies in different environments. As long as it can help those in need, then the song can demonstrate its value."
Zhou Taowei is a young man. Although he is in the army, he is not isolated from the world. He is still very interested in positive things. "This song is good. Many soldiers like to sing this song. The song 'The Moon on the Fifteenth' is also very popular. I said to you, you have never been to the army, how do you know so much about the army?"
Fang Yang smiled slightly, "Even if you haven't seen a pig run, you've at least eaten pork, right? Actually, as long as you empathize with the scene, you can figure out the truth pretty well. You know, I'm not only a composer, but also a novelist and director. I'm particularly good at this kind of thing."
Zhou Taowei suddenly realized, "I hadn't thought of this until you mentioned it, but to be honest, I really admire you."
Fang Yang looked at Zhou Taowei with a smile, "What does your brother do in the army? You can't find many officers at the regimental level who are under thirty years old, can you?"
Zhou Taowei puffed out his chest. "You know what, my brother is the brigade commander of the East China Theater Special Operations Brigade. He has a large number of elite soldiers under his command, and they are among the best in the country."
Zhou Lujun rebuked him from the side: "You think you're so great? You've already forgotten about the defeat you suffered against the Southwest Theater Command Special Operations Brigade last time. You still have the nerve to brag here. Train properly after the New Year and try to win back the favor during the autumn training."
Zhou Taowei shrank back and said awkwardly, "Wasn't that an accident? I'll definitely get my revenge this time."
Fang Yang smiled as he looked at Zhou Taowei's grinning face. "Brother, I'm thinking of making a TV series about special forces. I wonder if you could do me a favor and provide some material?"
Zhou Taowei stared at Fang Yang with wide eyes, then quickly shook his head. "Little Fang, that's a military secret. How could I provide it to you? If you want to film it, I can only provide you with the location and firearms. I can't promise anything else."
"Helicopters and tanks? These should be common knowledge among special forces, right? There shouldn't be any problem with these, right?"
Zhou Tao shook his head. "Only the division headquarters has tanks. Our special operations brigade doesn't have any of those things. As for helicopters, we do have them, but without orders from higher command, we dare not provide them to you for filming."
Fang Yang shook his head. "I was planning to film a series of TV dramas about special forces. But seeing what you're saying, it's a real shame that it won't happen."
Zhou Taowei smiled and said, "You can discuss these things with your uncle. This requires approval from the Political Work Department of the Central Military Commission. As long as it is approved, we can assist you. Especially since there are no TV series about special forces yet, I think you can give it a try, Xiao Fang. It should have a good market."
Zhou Lujun, who had been silent all along, suddenly said, "Sure, as long as your first TV series reflects our special operations brigade, I'll clear away any obstacles from above. Our special operations brigade has the only all-female special operations team in the country. You can write a script on this subject. As long as it gets approved, I'll handle the matter with the Central Military Commission for you."
Fang Yang exclaimed with delight, "That's great! I'll hurry up and start writing. I've been working on this script for quite some time now. If it's approved after the New Year, we can still film it before National Day. That way, we can have another TV series to celebrate National Day."
Ni Sufeng patted Fang Yang and walked to a woman holding a two- or three-year-old boy next to Zhou Taowei. "This is your sister-in-law Chen Kexin, who is also a teacher at East China University. This is little Kele. Kele, say hello to Uncle Fang."
Little Cola was being a bit mischievous, squirming in Chen Kexin's arms. "Hello Uncle Fang, can you play with me?"
Fang Yang was also fond of Xiao Kele's adorable appearance and took her in his arms. "Okay, how about Uncle plays with Xiao Kele later?"
Little Cola hugged Fang Yang's neck and said, "Okay, okay, let's go outside and play now."
"It's cold outside now. If you go out to play, you'll get a runny nose, and that won't be cool. Do you still want to go out to play?"
Fang Yang looked at the little cola in his arms. This little brat clearly wanted to go outside and run wild, but with the temperature dropping to below zero, he was bound to catch a cold. So Fang Yang planted a small seed of trouble.
"Oh? Then I won't go, Uncle Fang. But next time the weather is nice, you have to take me out to play!"
"good."
Putting down the struggling little cola, Ni Sufeng continued, "This is your second uncle, Zhou Haijun. He's the commander of the South China Sea Fleet now. Aren't you going to make a movie? It's best to find your second uncle."
Fang Yang immediately greeted him with a smile, "Hello, Second Uncle."
Compared to Zhou Lujun, Zhou Haijun seemed more benevolent. "I heard the old man mention your movie. Our fleet will be going out to sea for escort in mid-March. You should hurry up and apply. Our fleet will fully support you. After all, it's also a way to promote our fleet. It's a good thing. It will also let you experience the style of our navy."
Fang Yang said with delight, "Thank you, Second Uncle. I've never been on a warship before. I'm so glad to have the chance this time."
Zhou Haijun waved his hand, "This is your second aunt, Zhu Ziyan, who works in the local government. Your second brother is Zhou Hailang, who also serves in the South China Sea Fleet."
Fang Yang greeted them one by one. The rest were his aunt Zhou Zhenguo's family. His aunt and uncle both worked in government departments, as did his cousin. Fang Yang got to know a part of the whole family. After going around, it was lunchtime.
It was Grandpa Zhou who spoke up, "Alright, now that everyone knows each other, tell the kitchen to serve the dishes. Today is Xiao Fang's first time visiting, so go open two bottles of good wine and let's all have a good time."
Zhou Hailang was the first to raise both hands in agreement. As soon as the old man finished speaking, he was the first to run to the wine cellar to get the wine, which made the old man laugh and scold, "This little rascal, all he thinks about are my few bottles of good wine. He's over twenty years old and he's never serious."
The old lady patted Grandpa Zhou on the shoulder and said, "You old fool, you're being stingy with just two bottles of wine. That's your grandson, not an outsider. Besides, it's just two bottles of wine. They're bought to drink, not to be left there to breed."
The whole room burst into laughter. Old Master Zhou's lips twitched uncontrollably. Was that ordinary wine? You couldn't buy it even if you had the money. Every bottle we drank was one less we had!
Old Master Zhou was heartbroken. He regretted saying those words. Didn't Xiao Fang bring wine? Why go to all that trouble and end up losing two bottles of good wine!
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