Siheyuan: Revenge of the Stupid Pillar

He Yuzhu paced in the office, constantly thinking of ways to deal with the situation.

"My dear, my subordinates are not up to the task. It seems that only I, the director, can take over."

"But what show am I going to perform?"

He Yuzhu thought for a long time and finally came to the conclusion that he could only sing on stage because he couldn't dance or perform crosstalk.

And singing is the easiest thing. He just needs to stand on the stage and start singing.

As for the effect of the show? He didn't care about that. After all, he just wanted to save face and not embarrass the canteen department.

Whether to participate is a matter of attitude, whether to sing well is a matter of ability. As long as he performs on the stage himself, I believe the leaders will not be too harsh on him.

"What song should we sing?"

Those love songs from later generations must not be sung at this stage, otherwise they will easily be shot.

This era is most suitable for singing patriotic songs. He Yuzhu has quite a few patriotic songs in his mind, such as:

"Singing the Motherland", "My Motherland and I", "I Love You, China", "The East is Red", "Love My China", "Sing a Folk Song to the Party"...

"Let's Row Our Boats Together", "Unity is Strength", "I Offer Oil to the Motherland", "My Chinese Heart", "Chinese People", etc.

Some of these patriotic songs have already appeared, while others have not. After a little thought, He Yuzhu chose the song "Chinese".

The reason for choosing "Chinese" is simple, because it is the only song he can sing in its entirety.

He Yuzhu remembers that the song "Chinese" was written to celebrate the return of Hong Kong in 1996. It was sung by Liu Dehua and released in .

So this song doesn't exist at all now. He Yuzhu copied down the lyrics of the song based on his memory.

After transcribing the lyrics of "Chinese", he faced another problem: he didn't know how to compose music.

He Yuzhu went to great lengths and used various connections to finally find a music teacher at the Central Conservatory of Music.

That day, He Yuzhu went to visit Teacher Hu's home with gifts.

Teacher Hu is about fifty years old, of medium build, with gray hair but a pair of bright eyes.

He Yuzhu said enthusiastically: "Hello, Mr. Hu, I am He Yuzhu from the steel rolling mill."

Teacher Hu said politely: "Director He..."

"Teacher Hu, you are the elder, just call me Zhuzi, everyone calls me that."

"Okay, Zhuzi, I know why you're here. Let me see the lyrics first."

He Yuzhu took out the lyrics from the bag without any hesitation and handed them to Teacher Hu respectfully.

"Teacher Hu, I know the tune, but I can't compose the music. I can sing it once..."

"Zhu Zi, don't be in a hurry, let me take a look at the lyrics first."

"Sorry, it's me, Meng Lang!"

Teacher Hu smiled, put on his reading glasses, and looked carefully.

Teacher Hu looked calm at first, then began to be moved, and finally became excited.

"Good... good... good..."

Teacher Hu said "good" three times in a row, unable to hide his excitement.

"The lyrics are full of wisdom and grandeur, showing the profound history and inclusiveness of the Chinese nation, and describing a sense of pride and patriotism as a Chinese..."

Teacher Hu praised He Yuzhu a lot, which made He Yuzhu feel guilty. After all, this was something he plagiarized. He laughed dryly and said:

"Teacher Hu, you're too kind. I just wrote it randomly."

Teacher Hu said seriously: "Zhu Zi, you are too modest. Without a solid literary foundation and a deep love for the motherland, you would never be able to write such touching lyrics."

He Yuzhu smiled awkwardly and said, "Teacher Hu, you really think too highly of me. I only have a junior high school education, and I just like reading."

Teacher Hu's eyes flashed with surprise, and he asked uncertainly: "You really only have a junior high school education?"

He Yuzhu nodded and said, "Yes, due to family reasons, I only attended elementary school. I got my junior high school diploma by attending night school, but I am still attending night school and preparing to get a technical secondary school diploma."

Teacher Hu joked: "Zhu Zi, I have to say that you are a genius. You can write such inspiring lyrics by self-study..."

He Yuzhu smiled awkwardly and said, "Teacher Hu, please stop praising me. I feel unworthy of it."

"Teacher Hu, please help me compose the music as soon as possible. I need it urgently."

Teacher Hu restrained his expression and said seriously: "Zhu Zi, then sing it first according to your understanding!"

"Cough cough!"

Hearing this, He Yuzhu cleared his throat and began to sing.

"Five thousand years of wind and rain! How many dreams are hidden?

"Yellow face, black eyes, but a constant smile."

"Eight thousand miles of mountains and rivers are like a song."

“No matter where you come from, where are you going?”

……

After the song was over, Teacher Hu clapped excitedly.

"Zhu Zi, you sing really well. The high notes are bright, the middle notes are steady, and the low notes are deep. Have you studied music before?"

He Yuzhu smiled bitterly and said, "No, I didn't study much before, so how could I have the opportunity to learn music?"

Upon hearing this, Teacher Hu said attentively, "Zhu Zi, you are very talented in music. How about coming to our college for further studies?"

"what?"

He Yuzhu was surprised, and then declined: "Teacher Hu, thank you for your recognition, but I am very busy at work and I am afraid I don't have time to study in your institute."

Teacher Hu said with regret, "I forgot that you are the canteen director of the steel mill. You are responsible for the meals of more than 20,000 people in the mill. It is a heavy responsibility and you really cannot be distracted to do other things."

"However, if you have free time, you can come to my class."

He Yuzhu said with gratitude: "Thank you, Mr. Hu. I will come when I have time."

"Teacher Hu, I want to ask, when will this piece of music be finished?"

Teacher Hu pondered for a while and asked, "Zhu Zi, are you really in a hurry?"

He Yuzhu nodded and said, "Yes, our factory's model worker commendation conference will be held in half a month, and I plan to sing this song at the conference, so..."

Teacher Hu hesitated for a moment, then said, "Zhu Zi, wait a moment. I'll ask a friend of mine to come over. He's an expert in composing and arranging music. I believe that with his participation, we will be able to achieve twice the result with half the effort."

He Yuzhu was overjoyed and said excitedly: "Thank you, Teacher Hu!"

Teacher Hu smiled and nodded, then turned and walked out.

In less than ten minutes, Teacher Hu brought in an old man with silver hair and a spirited look.

"Old Xiao, let me introduce you to Comrade He Yuzhu, the canteen manager of the steel mill."

"Zhu Zi, this is the vice president of the Central Conservatory of Music. You can call him Mr. Xiao."

When He Yuzhu heard that the other party was actually the vice-president, he immediately said respectfully, "Hello, Mr. Xiao!"

Mr. Xiao said with a smile: "Young man, don't be so reserved. I heard from Old Hu that you wrote a good song. Show it to me."