Muzi is China's most famous music producer and songwriter, and a big-name figure who stands at the forefront of Chinese pop music. Therefore, his comments on songs often have the final say.
"Holy shit, isn't it? Sorry, when I heard this song, I just heard a strong sense of family affection. I thought it was a song for my mother!"
"That's right. When I saw my mother just now, I cried like a dog. Now you actually tell me that this is a song for your lover? Can you stop being such a cheat?"
"Please give me some analysis, Master, I'm confused now too!"
Not long after, Muzi updated Weibo again: "Of course, if we completely ignore the arrangement of this song, we can also regard this song as a song dedicated to our parents to express our gratitude to our mother. Gratitude and deep attachment! But if you carefully review the arrangement and lyrics of this song, it is not difficult to find that this is a love song, a poem written to a lover who is elusive and out of reach. "
After seeing Muzi's analysis, many people began to search for resources for this song on the Internet. Fortunately, this year's Spring Festival Gala was also broadcast live online, so it seemed that it would not be difficult to listen to this song again or several times.
After the Spring Festival Gala officially ended, Qin Hao did not rest in the five-star hotel arranged by the director team. Instead, he returned to his parents' house in Xia Qing's Maserati. His relationship with Xia Qing is now so close that it is no longer a secret, and there is no need to hide anything anymore.
After getting out of the car, Qin Hao lay in front of the car window and asked with a smile: "Would you like to get in and have a seat?"
It seemed that she was influenced by the song "When You Get Old". After hearing Qin Hao's words, Xia Qing's face suddenly turned red. Fortunately, it was early in the morning, and Qin Hao couldn't see clearly at all, otherwise it would have been embarrassing.
After all, he is a supreme star. After being stunned for a moment, Xia Qing returned to normal, waved her hands gently and said: "No, I'm afraid if I really go up with you, we will have to report it tomorrow. More Besides, it’s so late. If I go up now, I might scare my uncle and aunt... "
When the Maserati started up again and disappeared into the night, Qin Hao turned and walked towards his residential building.
"Squeak-"
When Qin Hao pushed open his security door, he was also startled by the light in the living room. When he looked, his parents were still sitting on the sofa, although there was a look of exhaustion on their faces.
"You brat, didn't you say you wouldn't come back for the New Year this year? Why are you here to attend the Spring Festival Gala again now?"
When my mother saw Qin Hao push the door open, the fatigue on her face immediately disappeared. She jumped up from the sofa, ran to Qin Hao in three steps, and grabbed hold of him in one fell swoop. He touched his ear and said: "Have you eaten? There is no leftover food at home anyway. If you haven't eaten, you will be hungry!"
Dad also laughed at this time and said: "Don't listen to your mother. She thought you would come back tonight, so she forced me to make thirty dumplings for you. Let your mother cook them for you now. !”
Listening to his parents' words, Qin Hao's heart instantly felt warm and he said, "Mom, I'm not hungry, but I want to eat the dumplings you made -"
"Why!"
As soon as she heard her son's words, her mother didn't care about being angry with Qin Hao, so she quickly ran to the kitchen and cooked the newly made dumplings.
"Mom, it's not that I deliberately lied to you. It's just that I received a call from Xia Qing yesterday, and he asked me to help her rehearse the show-"
"Who, Xia Qing? It can't be that Xia Qing, right?"
Suddenly hearing the name Xia Qing, my mother became a little moved.
"It's her—"
With that said, Qin Hao gave a complete account of what happened in the past two days.
"Hey! Hu Shanhe, this old bastard, takes advantage of his fame and status and dares to bully my son! Old man, you are not allowed to watch his show again next year!"
Mom waved her hand and gave orders at this time.
"Hey—you may not be able to see his show next year!"
Before Dad could speak, he heard Qin Hao say with a smile: "He made a bet with me before. If my sketch is more popular than his this time, then he will officially quit the sketch world. I will never attend any TV station’s Spring Festival Gala again!”
"Ah? Is it so serious? What about the results of the selection? Do you have the confidence to defeat him?"
"No, although the program is judged on the spot, it still needs time to be compiled. The results will be announced at ten o'clock tomorrow morning."
At this time, my mother said with some complaints: "Since the selection is not over yet, why did you run back so quickly? Wouldn't it be more practical to go home after the results are out?"
"Don't worry, your son is mine, no one can take it away! Even if he is Hu Shanhe, the king of sketches!"
Qin Hao said enthusiastically at this time that he was not worried that he would lose in this bet because he had already received feedback from the audience.
The next day, Qin Hao was woken up by the ringtone of his cell phone. Almost all of these calls came from his relatives and friends, and the purpose of the calls was surprisingly the same: to congratulate him on attending the Spring Festival Gala and performing many acclaimed and well-received works on the Spring Festival Gala stage.
When Qin Hao got up, he found that the house was empty. His mother had already gone out for a walk to buy groceries. After washing up, Qin Hao walked to the dining room and ate his breakfast. Just when he was about to finish brushing, there was a soft knock on the door.
"Is there someone here to pay New Year's greetings so early in the morning?" Qin Hao muttered quietly at this time and opened the door.
Standing at the door was a young girl, to be precise, a beauty. When she saw Qin Hao, her bright eyes lit up instantly, and she said sweetly: "Teacher Qin Hao, happy New Year! I am Guo Yingying from Warner Records. I am here to discuss cooperation with you. thing!"
With that said, Guo Yingying took out two contracts from her briefcase and said politely: "Teacher Qin Hao, there are two contracts here, one is our company's artist contract, and the other is our company's producer contract. contract. I don’t know which position you are more interested in now? Or do you still want to get other positions?”