Entertainment: God-level nanny

"Why……"

Zhang Di was stunned for a moment and replied: "Isn't this song very appropriate? It not only praises the motherland, but also expresses a strong attachment to the motherland.

I think it can definitely awaken people’s feelings about home and country, and at the same time deepen their sense of national honor and national pride. "

"No."

Su Yiming explained dumbfounded: "Director Zhang, it's not that I don't want to sing this song, but this song has been promised to the CCTV Spring Festival Gala.

Director Ning from CCTV asked me to sing this song on the Spring Festival Gala stage, so at Jinghua TV, I had to change the song. "

According to the rules of the Spring Festival Gala in the past, the CCTV Spring Festival Gala is different from the local TV Spring Festival Gala.

In addition to staggering the broadcast time with the CCTV Spring Festival Gala, even repetitive programs cannot appear on the CCTV Spring Festival Gala stage.

In other words, as long as the CCTV Spring Festival Gala program is scheduled, other local TV stations can no longer perform it.

This is an unspoken rule in the industry, and no one will change it without authorization.

"what?"

Zhang Di was stunned for a moment and said: "Yiming, are you kidding me? When did you submit the Spring Festival Gala program?"

"There was no submission. The invitation was directly sent to me by the CCTV director team."

Su Yiming explained: "This should be regarded as a direct train to the CCTV Spring Festival Gala, right?"

"Ning Dao, this guy is really good at getting things done."

Zhang Di said distressedly: "He got there first!"

"Director Zhang, isn't it just a song? It's not like this."

Su Yiming heard Zhang Di's smile and said, "Can't I just sing another song?"

"Can you still create a song like "My Motherland and Me"?"

Zhang Di said helplessly: "A song that expresses the feelings of family and country while arousing people's national self-confidence and national pride is not that easy to compose..."

"Director Zhang, it seems you have little confidence in me!"

Su Yiming replied with a smile, then changed the topic and said: "How about the song "The Lonely Warrior"?"

"what?"

Zhang Di paused in his tone and said: "What Gu... Oh, you mean the song written for "Rebel"?

good, very good!

Not only the people in our program team, but also Director Wu were full of praise. "

"It only took me two days to compose this song,"

Su Yiming smiled lightly and said: ""My Motherland and Me" took an entire afternoon.

Director Zhang, there is no way to explain inspiration. Maybe I will be able to compose the song in a while. "

Good guy, this is better than asking him to pretend!

Zhang Di was not in front of Su Yiming, otherwise he would have to give him an electric cannon!

Have you ever shown off like this?

"Okay, okay, as long as you don't have trouble getting through the rehearsal then."

Zhang Di's helpless voice came from the mobile phone, saying: "I'll wait and see tomorrow night!"

"okay."

Su Yiming smiled and said, "Director Zhang, if there's nothing else to do, I'll hang up and go write songs now."

"Okay, see you tomorrow."

Zhang Di replied and hung up the phone.

"Hey, this day."

Putting the phone aside, Su Yiming shook his head.

Fortunately, he had already recorded alternative songs for the Jinghua Spring Festival Gala, otherwise he would really go to Hongye Recording Studio to record new songs now.

……

the next day.

"Wang Wang Wang..."

Su Yiming was still sleeping when he heard Xiao Huang's cry.

Subconsciously, I touched my side but couldn't find any seedlings.

"He Miao?" Su Yiming stood up and called.

Since Yanyan was picked up by Liu Tianwang yesterday, Hemiao resumed the habit of sleeping with her father.

"Dad, I'm here!"

He Miao's voice came from the living room.

Su Yiming followed the sound to the living room and saw the little girl squatting on the balcony, holding a bone-shaped teething toy in her hand, teasing Xiao Huang.

Xiao Huang whined softly while wagging his tail.

Although its dark brown eyes were looking at the teething toy in He Miao's hand, it was obviously lacking in energy.

"Why did you get up so early?"

Su Yiming came to the balcony, patted He Miao's little head and said, "Have you slept well?"

"Dad, I was worried that Xiao Huang would be hungry, so I got up."

He Miao turned to look at her father and said, "Xiao Huang ate a small bowl of dog food last night. He doesn't like to move now. He must be hungry for a long time!"

Su Yiming lowered his head and took a look.

Good guy, the dog food has filled the 15 cm diameter dog food bowl, and it even popped up high.

But Xiao Huang didn't even look at it, he just stared at the teething toy feebly.

"He Miao, did you pour too much dog food for Xiao Huang?"

Su Yiming said dumbfounded: "For such a big basin, just cover it with one layer of bottom."

"No."

He Miao shook her head repeatedly and said seriously: "Dad, dogs also need to achieve freedom of food. We cannot infringe on their rights to eat."

Ouch!

Su Yiming's eyelids twitched and said: "You are right, we cannot infringe on Xiao Huang's right to eat, but have you ever thought about such a possibility...

It doesn't look very energetic, but it actually wants to drink water.

Just by eating, it won’t satisfy itself, right? "

"what?"

He Miao's face turned red, but she still said: "That's right, that's not true..."

"Okay, okay, dad knows."

Su Yiming smiled and tapped He Miao's little nose, picked up a bottle of mineral water from the edge of the balcony, found a small basin at random, and poured a full basin.

Snap, snap!

The basin had just been put down here, and Xiao Huang rushed over like an arrow off the string.

He stuck out his pink little tongue, rolled up the mineral water flexibly, and drank it hungrily.

With that look, those who didn’t know it would have thought they hadn’t drank water in several years!

"Wang Wang..."

After drinking for more than two minutes, the water in the basin went down two full levels. Only then did Xiao Huang raise his head with satisfaction and chirped twice at Su Yi, as if to thank him!

"Okay, He Miao, let Xiao Huang play by himself for a while."

Su Yiming smiled, led He Miao back to the sofa in the living room, and said:

"Dad will be very busy today, so when you go out with dad, you must be obedient and don't run around or be naughty. Do you understand?"

Last night, Su Yiming told He Miao that he was going to Beijing TV Station to participate in the recording today.

The little girl was very sensible and said that she would be obedient.

"Dad, don't you worry?"

He Miao patted her little chest and said, "I'm an older child, I won't let you worry!"

"He Miao is so good."

Su Yiming patted He Miao's head lovingly and said, "Your uncle Changqing will follow you. Dad promises you that he will accompany you after the performance, okay?"

"Uh-huh."

He Miao nodded, but her big eyes rolled around, not knowing what she was thinking.

Thinking about it, he must be thinking about how to trouble Jiang Changqing.

In this regard, Su Yiming could only pray silently for Jiang Changqing from the bottom of his heart.

……

A new day begins.

There was no time to make breakfast. After Su Yiming sent the seedlings to Jiang Changqing's house, he was picked up by a special car and taken to Beijing TV Station.

There is no way, due to the principle of confidentiality, even Su Yiming's family cannot know his disguised identity before Su Yiming reveals his face.

It's the same 'big cat' outfit, but this time there's an extra backpack.

Inside were the clothes Su Yiming was going to wear to the Beijing TV Spring Festival Gala rehearsal in the afternoon.

But Su Yiming, who was busy, didn't know that his "Legend of the Condor Heroes", after fermenting for a day and night, had already been rolled out to the entire Internet.

For a time, "The Condor Shooting" became the focus of discussion on major literary websites.

Especially those online literature websites.

The martial arts category, which was not originally popular, has sprung up like mushrooms after a rain, with batches of new books springing up.

The creativity, writing style, and structure of these new books all seem to be imitating "The Condor".

Unprecedented influence, even surpassing "Ghost Blowing the Lantern"!