Hello, 1983

Accompanied by the quiet guitar sound, Ah Mao's soulful singing sounded:

It's a very distant thing for a red bean to be born in the North Country. What is lovesickness, no one cares...

This is an acacia, everything is due to red beans.

The most willing to forget the ancient poems, the most disdainful is lovesickness, guarding love is afraid of people laughing, but also afraid that people will see clearly...

The bearded headmaster couldn't help but fall into a trance when he heard this song of joy and sorrow.

Chun came to see the red beans open again, but no lover went to pick them...

Principal Xu's heart was suddenly enlightened, and then a sense of guilt surged up: Everyone worked so hard to pick red beans, and it was full of love. What reason did he have to refuse?

The bearded principal's eyes swept across the faces around him, and his eyes were a little wet.

All this, this love, he will never forget in this life!

After singing a lovesickness, Principal Xu bowed deeply and accepted it calmly.

However, some preparations still need to be done. This is the matter of professionals. Without Liu Qingshan, they have nothing to do.

The singers surrounded Liu Qingshan to the activity room. Everyone was full of envy for Ah Mao getting such a good song.

Little stool, give everyone what you practiced just now. Liu Qingshan happily waved to the small stool.

Everyone also followed suit, wanting to see what the real inheritance of the little stool was.

When a singer has stage fright, the small stool stuffed a tape into the tape recorder. This accompaniment only has a guitar, so I can make do with it for now.

The small stool stood in the middle of the house, and when the melody sounded, she stretched her limbs and danced.

Dancing is not difficult at all, and it can't be compared with professional ones. Square dancing is a popular route.

Everyone soon felt that the melody of the music was also very special.

Don't look at the small stool, but his voice is very high, and he starts to sing:

The vast horizon is my love, the flowers are blooming at the foot of the green hills, what kind of rhythm is the most swaying, what kind of singing is the most cheerful...

Everyone was stunned when they heard it: What style of song is this?

Is it the northwest wind?

No, rock and roll, no.

The lyrics seem straightforward and the melody sounds simple, but it seems to have a magic power that makes you want to relax and sway with the melody.

The small stool has just been practicing for a while, and she is not proficient in dancing or anything, but she has a good sense of music. In the end, she simply plays freely.

Soon, a few more little girls joined in, the three of the fourth, the fifth and the sixth.

A few days ago, when Liu Qingshan was free, he taught them.

Then more and more people joined in, and the more people there were, the more vigorously they danced.

At first, Lao Cui also felt that Mr. Liu's work was a bit too vulgar.

As a result, after seeing this scene, he also understood: this is simply to entertain the public.

Even ordinary people can sing as soon as they learn, and want to dance as soon as they sing.

Jumping and jumping, the music stopped abruptly, and everyone was still unsatisfied, so they rewinded the tape and did it again.

Liu Qingshan did not join in. He planned to come up with a few more pieces suitable for square dance, and then asked the professional dance teachers under the big tree to compose a few sets of simple and easy-to-learn dances.

At that time, under the big tree will become the initiator of square dance, just waiting to sell tapes.

It wasn't until someone came over to greet everyone to eat, and everyone stopped in a hurry, and many people began to sweat slightly on their foreheads.

Today is a small year, and there is a celebration feast in the cafeteria, so the dishes are very rich.

The little fourth and the others took out a lot of large candies and distributed them to those foreigners.

What kind of candy is this? Mason looked at the milky white bar of candy, and hadn't really eaten it.

It's made of maltose, don't worry about it. Liu Qingshan explained to them.

Those foreigners just then bit up, and they were quite crisp.

After chewing for a while, Mason exclaimed, Oh, sticky teeth.

Tooth is right.

Liu Qingshan helped these foreigners to popularize Chinese culture by the way: This is called stove sugar. Today is the 23rd day of the twelfth lunar month in our lunar calendar, and it is the day to sacrifice to the stove.

That's why every household has to buy candy for the Kitchen Lord. When the Kitchen Lord ate the sugar, his teeth were stuck. When reporting to the Jade Emperor, he couldn't say bad things. That's why it's called God saying good things.

The group of foreigners still listened with relish, and Mason muttered, Then if we eat candy, will we also become the kitchen king?

Everyone laughed and then drank happily to celebrate the initial success of the extraction of paclitaxel.

The next step is to increase production. Kevin is gearing up, and he is ready to bring paclitaxel back for credit.

Dozens of kilograms of paclitaxel can not only sell for a good price, but also bring a good reputation and network to the company.

In the afternoon, Liu Qingshan brought people back to Jiapigou. The singers gave a performance to the villagers, and then presented awards to the third winner of the Jiapigou Literature Award.

On the second day, the group left Jiapigou in a hurry. During the Spring Festival, many of them have performance tasks, and a few of them will be on the stage of the Spring Festival Gala.

Writer Yu also left with him. After he was ready to go back, he started to create behind closed doors.

After all, with the support of this bonus, you don't have to worry about your livelihood for the time being, you can create with peace of mind.

I believe that as long as he is given a year or two, Writer Yu will have the confidence to complete this work.

Liu Qingshan has nothing to do for the time being. He is busy with his family, preparing for the festival.

On the twenty-fifth day of the twelfth lunar month, the old sisters Yang Hongying and Zheng Hongqi, led Lin Qingqing and others, rushed back from Shanghai River to celebrate the New Year.

As soon as she entered the house, Yang Hongying saw her precious daughter Xiaoyueyue who was lying on the kang taking a nap, and eagerly wanted to get up.

As a result, Lin Zhi grabbed it and said, You have a cold air on your body, so take it easy.

Yang Hongying just stared at her daughter eagerly, her little face was red and red, she really wanted to go up and take two bites, it was very rare.

Liu Qingshan was on the ground, following the fourth and fifth, they were sticking the lantern heads, and couldn't help but joke:

Sister, it's been a few months since you've been out. My daughter probably forgot about you, right?

As a result, Yang Hongying's Danfeng glared at her: My daughter is my mother's close-fitting little padded jacket, how can I forget my mother.

While speaking, Xiaoyueyue also woke up, holding two small fists, raised it to her head, and stretched her waist beautifully.

With that small appearance, Yang Hongying's heart was about to melt when she saw it, and she couldn't hold it any longer. She rushed forward with a single stride, held her daughter in her arms, and kissed Yueyue's red cheeks fiercely.

Xiaoyueyue blinked her two little black bean-like eyes, stared at her, then glanced at her small mouth, and burst into tears.

Look, it's what I said. Liu Qingshan was delighted.

It's all your crow's mouth. Yang Hongying scolded Liu Qingshan and ignored him, and began to hum and coax the child.

Soon, Xiao Yueyue stopped crying, and she didn't know whether she smelled the familiar breath of her mother or felt the familiar heartbeat of her mother, but in short, she recognized Yang Hongying.

Others have studied specifically: How do babies recognize their mothers?

Some say that it is based on smell, but it is more widely accepted that babies are identified by their mother's heartbeat.

Because when the fetus is in the mother's body, this is the most familiar thing. The mother-child connection is not for nothing.

After recognizing the old lady, Xiaoyueyue's little mouth squeaked, and kept arching into Yang Hongying's arms.

Yueyue is hungry, wait for my aunt to give you hot milk. The fourth youngest hurriedly followed suit.

After eating breast milk for a few months, Xiao Yueyue was weaned and started drinking goat milk.

The most in Jiapigou is milk, but the baby is too small and the milk is a bit hard, so they cannot drink milk directly. In contrast, goat milk is more suitable.

At this moment, there is no professional infant formula milk powder, and it is better to drink fresh milk directly after buying it.

Holding her daughter in her arms, Yang Hongying was also soft-hearted by the little guy, so she turned her back, unbuttoned her clothes, and told her daughter to chomp on her lips.

At this time in the countryside, the atmosphere was relatively simple, and many women, when breastfeeding children, did not carry others back, and everyone was accustomed to it.

Many two or three babies have no prospects. When they see their younger brothers and sisters breastfeeding, they will go up to take a couple of bites.

Those who are accustomed to children, have breastfed until they are four or five years old.

This little guy, Yueyue, really didn't forget the inherent talent skill of breastfeeding. He sucked so loudly, but unfortunately, all the larks came out, and there was no milk.

Anxious and angry, Xiaoyueyue burst into tears again.

Be good Yueyue, don't cry, don't cry. Zheng Hongqi went up to coax his daughter, but the little guy didn't know who he was at all, so he cried even more.

Don't cry, don't cry, drink grandma.

The little old man brought the bottle over, and the little guy was holding the bottle by himself, gulping, and drinking happily.

Sister, your baby bottle doesn't work, it's not as good as mine now, hee hee.

Xiao Lao Si said with a smile, and then Yang Hongying poked his forehead with his finger: You little devil.

Liu Qingshan chatted with his cousin Lin Qingqing, mainly asking about the situation of the animation company.

After these two days of hard work, Lin Qingqing has also changed a lot. She used the time in the evening to read Ye Da.

Coupled with the management of a small animation company, the originally beautiful face now has a little more bookishness and self-confidence, which makes it even more attractive.

According to Lin Qingqing's introduction, the animation company already has more than 100 people. Last year, it continued to produce the black cat sheriff. At present, 50 episodes have been completed, not the original five episodes.

This also makes this cartoon one of the most popular cartoons by teenagers in the past two years.

Like the stationery box, the classic picture of the black cat sheriff is printed on it.

And it has also been published as a picture story book, which has created more than one million in revenue for the company.

The animation company has already achieved profitability. Although the income is not much after removing various expenses, at least there is no need to add money to it.

Keep it up, it's fifty episodes now, and strive to make five hundred episodes.

Liu Qingshan's goal was really ambitious enough to frighten Lin Qingqing: Five hundred episodes, isn't it too much?

Liu Qingshan smiled. Hundreds of episodes of animation will become more and more common. It is hard to cultivate a big IP. It must be managed well, and the days of making money are still to come.

After a few years of development, animation peripherals are developed, then wait for the money.

The other is the Gourd Baby series, which continues to be produced. Anyway, this is like Journey to the West. After the white bone spirit is beaten, the King of the Golden Horn will be beaten again.

How is it sung in the song: Why are there so many ghosts and ghosts?

It is no exaggeration to say that with these two big IPs, it will be enough for a lifetime.

Sister Qingqing, in addition to animation production, you should also pay attention to cultivating the company's own copywriting. Only with good stories can you have good animations.

Liu Qingshan did not forget to remind him again.

Lin Qingqing nodded her chin: Qingshan, I have discussed several times with the company's creative team. I want to shoot an animation that reflects the life of children today, but I just don't know where to start. Do you have any opinions?

Well, a lot of things popped into Liu Qingshan's mind at once, like the sloppy king, the big son, and the Haier brothers.

In fact, Liu Qingshan is more interested in the Haier brothers, after all, they are more knowledgeable and interesting.

However, why do you advertise your own cartoons for others, so they have to be changed.

Change it to what?

Seeing Wen Wen Jing beside him helping him stick the little bunting flags on the branches, and the fourth eldest who was dancing with his little buttocks in front of the edge of the kang, making Xiao Yue Yue giggle, Liu Qing Shan's mouth turned slightly. rise.

Of course, I want to advertise my own unified food company.

Aren't the two little girls on the unified food logo the best animation prototypes?

Then put the story of the Haier brothers into it and make a cartoon about popular science for children, which can win both the market and word of mouth.

So Liu Qingshan told Lin Qingqing about this plan.

Hearing Lin Qingqing's beautiful eyes, it also shone brightly: I will start making this cartoon with all my strength this year.

Brother, you want to make a cartoon for us, that's great!

The happiest one was the fourth youngest, who took Shan Xing and jumped up on the ground.

Xiaoyueyue on the kang was also pinched by Yang Hongying's waist, and she followed along, and her two fleshy little arms also swayed.

Papapapa, the small slap slapped on Yang Hongying's forehead, and Yang Hongying kissed her daughter's chubby hand vigorously.

Brother, I'm going to make up a story with the fifth one. Let's make up a story about why there is thunder.

The fourth youngest is very motivated. She and Shan Xing are both in the fifth grade. They have been nurtured since childhood, and their writing ability is much higher than that of their peers.

Liu Qingshan didn't stop him. After the big deal is finished, he will ask the person in charge of the copywriting to help him revise it.

The fourth and fifth are well written, our family will become a scholarly family. Yang Hongying also encouraged, and then posted Xiaoyueyue's face:

We also worked hard since we were young, and grew up to be writers.

Then I found that the little guy was shivering, and then looked again, peeing his pants.

Haha, I guess I can't be a writer, but it's a material for a painter. I will cultivate into a great painter in the future.

Liu Qingshan looked at the chaotic old sister and laughed unsympathetically.

Speaking of the painter, the painter arrived, and as soon as the door of the house opened, He Mengfei dragged Wu Tong and rushed into the house.

Wearing a furry wool hat, He Mengfei smiled at Liu Qingshan: Thank you for the compliment, the great painter is back!

The great painter in the eyes of children is also a painter. There is nothing wrong with that.

In the same way, animation directors are also directors.