Have you ever been a celebrity? Why are you writing about entertainment?

This guy truly lives up to his reputation...

During the judges' lunch break, Liao Ling spotted Yu Wei typing away in the CCTV cafeteria. While the bigwigs next to him were talking animatedly, Yu Wei was typing away so intently that he seemed oblivious to the world around him.

Yu Wei emphasizes the importance of admitting and correcting mistakes. After participating in a formal program review, he decisively incorporated his real-life experiences into his novel.

High-tech scoring, writing it down, to let readers see the world, it must be included;
The director's approval is commendable; such a great director should truly be remembered by everyone.

The review team is a small clique. If there's no internal strife, can it even be called an organization?

Liao Ling was shocked after reading the new chapter. Why did this guy reveal everything? Although it wasn't a secret, it was still inappropriate to make such things public.

Fortunately, readers only treated the plot as fiction, and after reading for a while, they only commented, "Their imagination is quite rich for the sake of showing off."

Thinking about it carefully, it seems that she was the one who criticized Yu Wei for writing nonsense and making assumptions back then, but now that he is writing truthfully, she is accusing him of leaking secrets...

Forget it, let him be.

Liao Ling originally intended to pass by discreetly, but there were just too many things she couldn't understand. Driven by curiosity, she quietly sat down opposite Yu Wei.

"Teacher Yu, are you typing?"

"?"

This is comparable to asking, "Master, what do you do for a living?" It's like asking someone who's typing.

Liao Ling seemed to realize that her greeting was abrupt, so she coughed twice to cover up her embarrassment, "It's the first time I've seen this, I find it strange."

Everyone online knows that Yu Wei is a writing fanatic, but very few people have actually seen him in person. Today, I guess I've seen a rare animal.

Yu Wei nodded as a polite gesture. She wasn't really familiar with this person, and his attitude towards her was strange. She didn't know what he wanted to do here.

"By the way, you have so many novels, why did you only submit this few for judging? What about the other programs?"

Liao Ling wasn't very good at conversation, so she went straight to the point. This matter had been bothering her for days, and she felt uneasy if she didn't find out the answer.

“You wouldn’t want any other programs either.”

Yu Wei's straightforward answer left Liao Ling speechless. It's true, they wanted to cut a few out of the eight programs; what if they added a few more?

They won't accept more invitations to the gala, so it's reasonable for them to select a few to participate.

Clearly, Yu Wei knew their thoughts and intentions, which naturally included "targeting" them. Liao Ling felt a little embarrassed for a moment, as this was indeed not a fair thing to do.

"Director Liao, are you really that interested in my novel?"

Yu Wei had wanted to ask this question before. After all, he was a leader who knew his literary and entertainment novels like the back of his hand. Was that right?

Even Qi Yuan and the others probably couldn't count how many works appeared in their storylines, but Liao Ling could accurately state the number, clearly having counted them carefully.

"I check it occasionally."

Liao Ling spoke casually, but when she said "occasionally," she actually meant more than a hundred hours... I'm standing right in front of you, guess how much money I spent.

"I just want to know what will happen to the programs that weren't submitted for the competition."

Yu Wei naturally wouldn't say much about the fake Spring Festival Gala. These kinds of things need to be done by surprise; if you tell people in advance, they should be on guard.

Now everyone's targeting him. If they know he wants to go against them, shouldn't they just hang him up and beat him up?
"Keep these, and we'll wrap them in red envelopes for the employees as a bonus during the Chinese New Year. Each employee will receive one poem."

Wrap it in a red envelope?

This is something Liao Ling can't figure out. Other companies give out bonuses for the New Year, but Yu Wei gives out representative works, right? This stuff is more effective than bonuses.

She didn't believe others could be so extravagant, but she couldn't say for sure about Yu Wei; he might actually be capable of doing it.

Only Fishwell Studio has the capability to do something like this, with such an outrageous corporate culture...

Yu Wei didn't lie to her; it was indeed one song per person, but it was released on New Year's Eve, and the whole collection was called the Spring Festival Gala.

"Then, I won't bother you any longer, Teacher Yu."

Liao Ling didn't know if Yu Wei's words were true or false, but after talking to him, she felt much better. Whatever those programs were about, they had nothing to do with them.

Yu Wei is right. It's not that they don't want to take it, it's that they don't want it. They can arrange their own works however they want, it's none of their business.

Before the afternoon review began, Liao Ling finally saw the latest chapter that Yu Wei had just written.

Besides the more detailed review process, she was surprised to find that the novel was rewriting the previously minor female screenwriter into a comedic character, which made the story seem much better.

A smile quietly appeared on her lips. Yu Wei... isn't bad.

"Number 22, 'Haven't Been Home in a Long Time'."

The afternoon judging officially began, and the first program to be judged was a similar one to "Come Home Often".

The song was mediocre and, in a sense, was completely outclassed by "Come Home Often," which had already been selected, so this song had to be eliminated.

Other works can be put on hold, but works that are similar in style to Yu Weiqian's three songs obviously do not need to be put on hold.

While enjoying the ethnic dance performance on the 24th, Yu Wei began to worry about Qi Yuan's next performance.

The song "Where Has the Time Gone" is good, but the lack of video footage during the judging process will definitely diminish its impact.

Without strong visual support, it's questionable whether this song can receive positive reviews based solely on the performance itself.

He subconsciously looked in Chen Jinyi's direction. When he saw his son appear, Aunt Chen showed a rare smile, but at the same time, she also moved her hand away from the scoring terminal.

Clearly, she shared the same thought as Yu Wei: it was her own son's show, so they definitely had to avoid any appearance of impropriety. The same would apply when it was Qi Luo'an's turn tomorrow.

There was no photo wall, no flowing hourglass, no visual symbols attempting to concretize "time" or "parents." Qi Yuan stood quietly on the stage and began her performance. "The old tree in front of the door sprouts new buds."

The dead tree in the yard is blooming again.

I've survived for a long time.

It was hidden behind a full head of white hair.

The judges nodded in agreement with the melody. There was no doubt that it was a good piece of music, but whether it was suitable for the Spring Festival Gala stage remained to be seen.

Qi Yuan's voice was different from his usual style. It was extremely low and deep, with a hoarse quality, yet it maintained amazing clarity and control.

Every word he uttered seemed to be slowly ground out from the depths of his chest, carrying warmth and weight.

Qi Yuan is known as the best in the team after Yu Wei, and it's no exaggeration. Among them, Shen Yutong is no match for him in terms of singing ability alone.

The perfect opening abandoned all external support, placing all pressure and focus nakedly on the singer's voice and emotional expression.

Even without stage effects, he can still annihilate the enemy!

"Little Feet in My Memory"
chubby little mouth

I gave my love to him for the rest of my life.
All for that one word: "Mom and Dad."

Qi Yuan's singing begins to show layers here. His timbre is not unchanging, but while maintaining stable resonance, he adds a lot of subtle breathy and vibrato techniques.

This deliberate use of emotional brushstrokes simulates the texture of time, filled with a sense of hazy recollection and a lingering, unspoken emotion.

The first group of judges immediately gave their evaluation: excellent singing skills, strong visual imagery and impact, deserving a high score.

Although Yu Wei did not participate in the second group's discussion, she was still able to hear their opinions. The song was very original and the theme was good, so she still got a high score.

The final problem lay with the third group, whose overall score was only average or slightly above average.

This is not a targeted attack, but an objective evaluation. Without video footage, this restrained and progressive performance style demands a high level of audience immersion and focus.

We live in a fast-paced world; if you can't attract an audience, they'll just open their phones the next second.

Take this song for example. The audience's attention can easily be lost in the relatively calm narrative at the beginning, so it can only be rated as average.

"What do you think?"

Xu Zhen really wanted to take this opportunity to cut Yu Wei's show directly, but before that, he still had to test the waters a bit.

If at least two people think it's not acceptable, they can simply let the song go...

"If we're going to sing a song about family, there's already 'Come Home Often,' so we can consider putting this one on hold for now."

Wang Taikang started to mislead people by mentioning songs that had already been confirmed for selection, but Ye Shengyu immediately refuted him.

"This song clearly focuses on reminiscing about time and family, and the melody is also more lyrical."

Zhao Rujun nodded in agreement. The song was quite good; she personally liked it very much. It would be a waste to at least leave it on hold and eliminate it directly.

The group's gazes silently fell on Liao Ling beside them, waiting to see what her opinion would be. If she also didn't think it was a good idea, then given Xu Zhen's personality, he would definitely try to smooth things over and let it go.

Chen Jinyi, sitting in the audience, couldn't help but feel a little nervous. Yuanyuan has a strong sense of self-esteem, and if she were eliminated like this, she would probably be devastated.

If she had participated in the discussion, would the third group have reached a different conclusion...?

The thought only flashed through her mind for a moment before Chen Jinyi extinguished it. It was precisely because her son had a strong sense of self-esteem that she couldn't do that.

"The stage presentation must maintain the existing minimalist style. Any unnecessary embellishment would be detrimental. The large screen images are the finishing touch and must be retained."

Liao Ling broke the silence with a seemingly nonsensical remark that others couldn't understand, but Yu Wei understood it perfectly.

This sentence is exactly the advice he wrote for "Where Has the Time Gone?" in his novel.

Even Yu Wei was surprised that she would bring this up at this time, and this guy actually remembered it word for word, which was a bit...

"This song uses the simplest language to confront the most fundamental aspect of life's passing."

"Its power lies not in sublimation, but in restoration; its cruelty lies not in words, but in the unfillable silence and reflection that follows listening."

Liao Ling became very interested in this song while reading the novel, especially the stage design for Yu Wei's part, which was quite ingenious.

After listening to it just now, she realized that Yu Wei had not exaggerated, and the song deserved a chance to be showcased.

With her professional knowledge, she seemed to be able to envision the effect of adding visual sets to the song, which would truly be the finishing touch.

"Xiaoling, you..."

Xu Zhen looked at her blankly. Yesterday, Liao Ling listened to the song attentively, and he just assumed that young people were just doing something new, so he assumed that Liao Ling was still on their side.

After all, she had expressed strong dissatisfaction with Yu Wei's behavior at the previous meeting, and neither he nor Wang Taikang were as ruthless as Liao Ling in targeting him.

Unexpectedly, at the most crucial moment, she betrayed us...

Liao Ling's fingers touched the inside pocket of her suit jacket. There were no old photos there, only a vial of eye drops she carried with her to relieve eye fatigue.

She knew that some things had changed forever in those few minutes.

It's not about the fate of this song, but about her, how she measures art, how she understands responsibility, and how she faces the silent, yet all-consuming torrent called time.

She didn't betray us; she's always been a little dried fish. (End of Chapter)