lcionline Chapter 62 Make a name for yourself, don't embarrass me.
Chapter 62 Make a name for yourself, don't embarrass me.
The media coverage was rapid.
The feedback they provide is immediate.
The school's publicity department has received even more inquiries by phone.
Strangers who were lurking downstairs at the dormitory building would appear from time to time.
More importantly, the song began to be sung at the societal level.
On campus, you can hear students humming "The Story of Spring" and "Entering the New Era" in places like the water room, on the road, and on the playground.
Occasionally, you can hear someone awkwardly playing the melody of "The Story of Spring" on a harmonica or piano.
While getting food at the cafeteria, I even heard the cook humming "We're telling the story of spring..." as he tossed the wok.
Not to mention, the campus radio station broadcasts clips of his matches almost every day.
This is not limited to the campus.
Many factories, government agencies, and primary and secondary schools have begun to include "The Story of Spring" and "Entering the New Era" as required or optional songs in cultural activities and singing competitions.
The labor union and the Youth League are organizing study sessions, and music teachers are teaching singing.
These two songs, with their positive themes, beautiful melodies, and relatively easy-to-learn nature, are rapidly becoming new favorites in mass singing activities.
In the forefront of reform and opening up, the response in the south was even more enthusiastic.
In particular, the second episode of the well-produced special program "The Spring Breeze of Reform" by Guangdong TV aired.
The article extensively quoted Lin Hanjiang's interviews and included a full recording of the performance of "Entering the New Era".
This program enjoys extremely high viewership throughout Guangdong Province, especially in special economic zones such as Shenzhen and Zhuhai.
In the Shenzhen Special Economic Zone, a city that is the same age as the reform and opening up, it has the most personal experience of that spring and the new era.
Lin Hanjiang's singing evoked a deeper level of resonance.
The Special Zone Daily wrote that the song expresses the dedication of the builders of the Special Zone.
Many factories play this song before and after shifts as a way to boost morale.
Some taxi drivers recorded clips of this song playing on the radio onto cassette tapes and played them repeatedly in their cars.
"Unexpectedly, these two songs have actually become popular songs."
Lin Hanjiang closed a copy of the Yangcheng Evening News reporting on the situation of the song in Shenzhen, his feelings were complicated.
This is certainly a huge success.
But at the same time, it seems to have further cemented his image as a mainstream singer.
This is a double-edged sword for his upcoming trip south to participate in the Guangdong New Song Chart.
It brings extremely high initial popularity, but it may also lead to preconceived stereotypes among judges and audiences.
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Perhaps Li Guyi's actions really worked.
In the days that followed, the enthusiastic invitations from various troupes that Lin Hanjiang had anticipated did not come in droves.
Even CCTV didn't contact us beyond the usual program recording notifications.
The pressure seemed to have subsided somewhat, allowing him to catch his breath and focus on his plans.
Ge Yanping did call once.
The station has several key variety shows planned for the future, such as "Variety Show" and "Rotating Stage," and they plan to feature Lin Hanjiang's "The Story of Spring" and "Entering the New Era" as key pieces.
Lin Hanjiang readily agreed to any recording that was to be done this month.
He told Ge Yanping to go to Teacher Li Guyi for the recording next month, saying that he couldn't go because of something.
The copyright has been sold to Li Guyi and Zhang Ye, so Ge Yanping can contact them.
Lin Hanjiang also wanted to distance himself from the situation.
For each concert, CCTV pays a fee of 200 yuan for the appearance.
Ge Yanping has already made it very clear to him.
There's nothing we can do; that's all CCTV can offer.
Earn a little money and gain some fame.
Today, Lin Hanjiang finally managed to go out.
After traveling through half the city, I first went to a tea shop and bought two ounces of fine jasmine tea.
The teacher really likes this kind of tea, saying that jasmine tea has the flavor of old Beijing.
After queuing for another half hour, I bought some freshly made donkey rolls from a famous old-established pastry shop in Dongsi. They were still warm and fragrant with soybeans and soybean powder.
The items themselves aren't expensive, but the sentiment behind them is truly precious.
Carrying a simple souvenir, he stood once again in front of Teacher Jin Tielin's house.
"Bang! Bang! Bang!"
I knocked on the door.
The door opened quickly, revealing a slightly surprised face.
She appeared to have just been helping the teacher organize sheet music, and she was holding a few pages of paper in her hand.
He was clearly taken aback when he saw that it was Lin Hanjiang.
Who is it?
Jin Tielin's strong voice came from the living room.
Lin Hanjiang reached over Zhang Ye's shoulder and called out, "Teacher, it's me, Hanjiang."
"snort!"
"Not welcome!"
With the doors already open, how could there be any reason to actually kick the students out?
Lin Hanjiang knew his teacher, who had a cold exterior but a warm heart, all too well.
He smiled apologetically at the somewhat bewildered Zhang Ye, then squeezed in with his things, his movements as natural as if he were going home.
"Hey, you... how did you get in there?"
Zhang Ye then realized what was happening, helplessly closed the door, and shouted inside.
It's more like she's making her stance clear to the teacher that she wasn't the one who let them in.
In the living room, Jin Tielin sat upright on his usual single sofa, holding a newspaper in his hand.
He didn't even look at the newspaper; instead, he deliberately kept a straight face and glanced sideways at Lin Hanjiang as he walked in.
Lin Hanjiang acted as if he hadn't seen them, and placed the items on the coffee table with a beaming smile.
"Teacher, I brought you some jasmine-scented tea leaves, double-scented, please try some. And this, from that place in Dongsi, they have freshly made donkey rolls, there was a really long queue, would you like a piece while it's hot?"
As he spoke, he deftly opened the paper package of pastries, and the sweet aroma immediately filled the air.
Jin Tielin's nose twitched almost imperceptibly, but his face remained tense.
"Don't give me that. You're being overly solicitous. Bringing gifts to my door, trying to bribe me? To shut me up?"
"What you're saying."
Lin Hanjiang picked up a piece of donkey roll and respectfully handed it over, his face showing the flattery of a junior, but his words were very sincere.
"It's only natural for students to show respect to their teachers. How can we, as teachers and students, use such an unfamiliar word as 'bribe'? I just thought you liked this kind of food, so I brought some along the way."
"Hmph, I don't have a student as disobedient as you."
Jin Tielin turned his face away.
Lin Hanjiang knew the time was right and suppressed his smile.
"Teacher, please don't be angry. I know I've disappointed you. I didn't choose the path everyone thought was best. But the other path I chose is one I've seriously considered. I want to try pop music, to give it a shot. Please let me go."
This statement is direct and makes the attitude clear.
Jin Tielin turned around abruptly, glaring at him: "Let you go? Do you think I can stop you? You have your own legs, and your heart has already flown away. Didn't you still make up your mind to choose this path? You're ignoring what I, your teacher, say."
Although the words were harsh, compared to the pure anger before, there seemed to be more helplessness and heartache at the disappointment of not living up to expectations.
Lin Hanjiang ignored the suggestion and simply pushed the donkey roll forward.
"Teacher, please calm down and have a snack. It'll get hard if it gets cold."
Seeing his disciple's obedient appearance, Jin Tielin felt a surge of anger in his chest, like a punctured balloon, which deflated.
He sighed with emotion, then finally reached out, took the donkey roll, and took a bite.
The soft, sweet taste melts on the tip of the tongue as you slowly chew.
Jin Tielin suddenly spoke, his voice much lower:
"That kid Zuhai told me about the time you were pressured by your relatives to pay off debts."
Lin Hanjiang cursed inwardly, "You little traitor, you sure know how to talk fast."
He dared not show it on his face, but listened quietly.
Jin Tielin raised his eyes, his previous reproach gone.
"Your family situation and the debts you're carrying are not easy."
"Since you've made your choice, and given your family's situation, I won't force you to stop. But, Hanjiang, remember this: even if you choose to sing pop songs, you have to make a name for yourself. Don't embarrass me, Jin Tielin."
Upon hearing this, Lin Hanjiang felt a weight lifted from his heart.
"Teacher, you...you agree? Thank you, teacher!"
This expression of gratitude comes from the bottom of my heart.
Jin Tielin waved his hand, signaling him not to get excited.
"Yes, there's one more thing. Tonight, the General Political Department Song and Dance Troupe is having its first rehearsal for their performance. Li Shuangjiang called and specifically asked you and Zhang Ye to come to the rehearsal."