A song from Chengdu revived a closed-down pub.

Seeing Ma Yuesong's reaction, Su Fan smiled and said, "What I mean is, how about we create a piece that combines traditional opera with pop music, using popular arrangements and a modern stage presentation, so that young people can appreciate the essence of our national art and be willing to go to the theater to listen to more of it? Isn't that exactly what you've always wanted to do?"

Upon hearing this, Ma Yuesong immediately perked up: "Are the lyrics and music ready?"

Su Fan continued, "Originally, it was a bit lacking, but seeing everything you've done for opera, I suddenly had an inspiration."

Ma Yuesong pushed Su Fan out with both hands: "Then what are we waiting for? Hurry up and start writing! Inspiration is hard to come by, we can't delay!"

Su Fan was pushed out the door, then turned back and said, "How about I accompany the two elders to Mawei Post Station for a stroll?"

Ma Yuesong quickly stopped them: "What are you wandering around for? We two old guys don't need you to accompany us. You go back and finish the lyrics and music. Don't worry about us, we'll take a stroll on our own."

Su Fan remarked with emotion, "Indeed, in the eyes of an artist, everything should give way to art. Perhaps it is this purity that is most precious!"

Su Fan returned home, turned on his computer, and typed three words on the keyboard.

Dingjun Mountain.

In fact, there are many versions of "Dingjun Mountain" on Earth.

Leaving aside the versions unique to Peking Opera, there are several versions that are integrated with Peking Opera.

Tu Honggang's version, Ning Jing and Wang Zi's version.

Each version is different except for the Peking Opera section.

The version that Su Fan presented was written and composed by Zhang Qi, and sung by him and Fu Xiru.

This version of "Dingjun Mountain" is also known as "A Successful Battle".

Su Fan finished the lyrics and music, and then registered the copyright.

After everything was settled, his phone rang.

Su Fan looked and saw that it was Qin Shen calling.

The call connected, and Qin Shen's booming voice rang out: "Brother Fan, where are you?"

"I'm at home."

"Are you in that village called Lijiapo?"

"yes."

Qin Shen's voice was filled with excitement: "That's right! I've arrived at your village."

Su Fan paused for a moment, then stood up and walked towards the door: "Brother Shen, wait for me, I'll come get you right away."

Qin Shen drove all the way from Northeast China to Qin Province, carrying several cases of beer and a large bag of mountain produce in his car.

Su Fan laughed and said, "Brother Shen, are you moving house or just visiting?"

Qin Shen grinned: "Let me see just how awesome your Mawei Post Station really is."

Su Fan first settled Qin Shen into his lodgings, and then prepared dinner.

He also invited Qu Feiming and Ma Yuesong.

There were four people at the table. The dishes were farm-style fare, and the drinks were baijiu and beer brought by Qin Shen.

At the dining table, Su Fan and Qin Shen sat on one side, while the two veteran artists sat opposite them.

With Qu Feiming and Ma Yuesong present, Su Fan and Qin Shen were somewhat reserved, drinking slowly and speaking little.

At this moment, Qin Shen raised his glass, his attitude respectful: "Elder Qu, Elder Ma, you two are seniors, and I would like to offer you a toast."

Ma Yuesong picked up his wine glass, took a sip, put it down, but his gaze fell on Su Fan, and his tone was somewhat admonishing: "Drink less, don't let it interfere with your writing."

These words were clearly meant for Su Fan's ears.

Upon hearing this, Qu Feiming, who was standing to the side, became displeased. He put down his chopsticks and glared at Ma Yuesong: "Old Ma, that's enough. Is this how you ask for favors? Show the same confidence you had when you were drinking with your superiors back in the day. That's what it means to ask for a favor."

Ma Yuesong was taken aback and muttered, "I'm just worried that drinking will cause trouble. Why are you getting so worked up?"

Su Fan didn't want the atmosphere to be awkward either. Besides, Qin Shen had come all this way, and if they couldn't even have a proper drink, that would be considered poor hospitality for a Northeasterner.

So Su Fan said, "Old Ma, drinking a little wine can actually inspire more creativity. Look, throughout history, many famous works were born at the dinner table. The poet Li Bai could write a hundred poems after drinking a bucket of wine. Without wine, where would 'The Yellow River's waters come from?' So, wine is a source of creation."

Su Fan rambled on and on, making no mention of the fact that the song was already finished.

Ma Yuesong asked, "Does that wine inspire your creativity?"

Su Fan said seriously, "Of course, without a little bit of a buzz, a lot of good things will just stay inside and won't come out."

Upon hearing this, Ma Yuesong picked up his wine glass and said, "Alright! I'll drink this, you can drink as you please."

After a drink, the atmosphere finally livened up.

With toasts and lively conversations, the conversation flowed freely at the table.

Despite his usual air of an old artist, Ma Yuesong is a heavy drinker, downing baijiu like water.

Qin Shen originally thought that since he came from Northeast China, he should be invincible here, but after a few rounds, his face turned red and his tongue began to get tied.

He vaguely recalled the fear he felt when he was dominated by Zhou Haiyang in Harbin.

I can't drink anymore, I really can't drink anymore.

Not long after, Qin Shen slumped onto the table, completely unconscious.

Ma Yuesong remained expressionless and turned to Su Fan, saying, "Come on, Xiao Fan, let's have a drink to give you some inspiration."

Su Fan quickly waved his hand: "Old Ma, just finish this cup, there's already enough spring water."

Ma Yuesong persisted: "How can that be? We must give you more inspiration so that you can write even better works."

Su Fan had no choice but to say, "Old Ma, my wellspring is almost overflowing; I can't keep up with any more drinking."

Upon hearing this, Ma Yuesong immediately put down his wine glass and waved his hand, saying, "Alright! I won't drink anymore. You shouldn't drink this either. I'll drink with Lao Qu."

After saying that, he pulled Qu Feiming to clink glasses.

Taking advantage of the situation, Su Fan helped Qin Shen, who had passed out from drinking, up and took him back to the hotel.

When he returned after settling in, Qu Feiming and Ma Yuesong had already drunk quite a bit.

At this moment, both of them were red-faced and slurred their words.

Ma Yuesong mumbled, "Old Qu, your apprentice is really good. He has a bright future ahead of him."

Qu Feiming stammered, "He...he's not my disciple, he's my junior uncle."

"What junior uncle? When did he become your nephew?"

Clearly, Ma Yuesong hadn't grasped the situation.

Su Fan quickly said, "Gentlemen, let's call it a day. If we keep drinking, we'll have to wait until tomorrow."

Ma Yuesong waved his hand dismissively, exuding an air of bravado: "We're fine! Back in the day, when I was drinking at work, we'd fight until dawn!"

Su Fan thought to himself, "Well, if someone brings up old times at the dinner table, they're probably either drunk or just bragging."

Seeing that Ma Yuesong was about to start talking non-stop, Su Fan quickly said, "Mr. Ma, let's stop drinking here for today. We still have to record songs tomorrow."

Ma Yuesong, his eyes still blurry with drunkenness, raised his head: "What song?"

Su Fan said, "It's the song I mentioned earlier that blends traditional opera and pop music."

Ma Yuesong instantly sobered up halfway: "I'm not drinking anymore! I'm not drinking anymore!"

Su Fan thought to himself, "As expected, this trick never fails!"

Ma Yuesong staggered to his feet and said, "Let's go check out the songs!"

Su Fan quickly said, "Mr. Ma, let's conserve our energy first, so we can be in top condition for the new piece tomorrow morning."

Ma Yuesong had no choice but to say, "Okay, okay, okay, tomorrow morning, tomorrow morning."