"A shining halo shines on the ancient corona, and 2008 ancient percussion instruments and fou make a soul-stirring sound..."

"Countless people stood in front of the TV, watching the lights on the fou flash in sequence, and amidst the thunderous blows, the timer began to count down second by second..."

"The cheers of the entire audience were like a wave, hitting the Bird's Nest over and over again, sweeping every corner of the venue like a tsunami..."

"The 2008 actors beat the fou and sang, reciting "It's such a joy to have friends come from afar"..."

"Then, an ancient Chinese painting appeared in front of the audience..."

Zhou Yang closed his eyes.

Although many years have passed, different time and space, different characters and similar worlds.

But if he recalls the opening ceremony of the 2008 Olympic Games, Zhou Yang still only has amazement and shock in his heart.

Rows of unfolded Chinese scrolls were presented in front of everyone in the world in the form of theatrical performances. The once poor and weak country had prepared for this Olympics for many years and held back its breath...

That year...

Zhou Yang on TV was excited and excited, and at the same time he was filled with pride. He clenched his fists and his body was trembling with pride.

Zhou Yang seemed to have returned to that world, and began to sit in front of the TV, describing his feelings and the pictures he had seen.

In the lounge.

An Xiao took a sip of the soup and almost couldn't hold the bowl. Then she subconsciously put the bowl down and looked at Zhou Yang in a daze.

It was obviously Zhou Yang who was describing it, but the depiction had a strong sense of immersion, as if she had entered a strange time and space, and then saw that grand event in that time and space.

Vaguely...

In her ears, the roar of mountains and tsunami sounded like thousands of troops.

She saw the burning holy fire, ignited in the darkness, and then getting stronger and stronger, from beginning to end, in the wind, in the rain, in the lightning and thunder, although it swayed, it never went out.

She seemed to see foreign friends coming in from the entrance one after another, watching this grand event, being amazed by its splendor and constantly praising it.

She also saw "thousands of trees blooming in the east wind at night, even blowing down stars like rain." She saw the footprints made of fireworks passing through Kyoto Square, heading north towards the main venue, and the huge footprints turned into stars falling all over the sky.

, gathered into five glittering dreamy rings, and fairies floated down from the sky. Their names are "Feitian"...

She was immersed in the world described by Zhou Yang, feeling that the grand event was about to begin, and that the ancient country was blooming with its own glory.

It was a grand gathering of great powers, the center of the world!

After half a while.

Zhou Yang opened his eyes halfway through speaking, as if he was thinking deeply about something, and An Xiao finally woke up from the world described by Zhou Yang and looked at Zhou Yang in admiration.

She opened her lips slightly, and her heart was as if thousands of rabbits were tossing around. The blood in her body accelerated with her breathing, and gradually began to tremble.

That's exciting!

"Okay, that's great. Why, I haven't asked you before..."

After a few more minutes, when the excitement in her chest calmed down a little, she looked at Zhou Yang in front of her with complicated eyes, her voice full of regret.

If the rehearsals a few months ago had rehearsed what Zhou Yang had described, then this year's 2008 Olympics would be even more colorful and colorful...

But now, time is too short.

In such a short period of time, it is impossible to overturn all the original things. It would be an epic disaster.

"I..." After Zhou Yang heard An Xiao's voice, many reasons appeared in his throat, but then he fell silent again.

An Xiao didn't ask, and he had never thought about it.

"Sorry...I...should have asked you earlier..."

An Xiao naturally knew that what she just said was too impulsive. She rarely lost her composure, but this time after seeing Zhou Yang, she had been losing her composure. She gathered her emotions, and then looked at the lyrics on the table, and her whole body changed.

I fell into deep thought again.

Time passes little by little...

The food on the table was already cold, but An Xiao had no intention of eating it.

It's quiet in the lounge...

You could even vaguely hear each other's heartbeats. After an unknown amount of time, An Xiao looked at Zhou Yang again, with expectation and a little ripple in his cold eyes: "You haven't finished speaking yet, have you?"

"Um……"

"I……"

"Don't talk about it yet, I'll call the leaders first..." Zhou Yang was about to continue talking about the things he recalled in his mind, but An Xiao's face changed slightly, and then he quickly stopped Zhou Yang.

"good!"

Zhou Yang nodded.

…………………………

"Give the song I wrote to Miss An Xiao..."

Sally Brahms packed her things.

She was ready to leave.

She is extremely strict with music, so strict that she is almost paranoid about the theme song of this year's 2008 Olympic Games. China invited her with a high salary, and she felt that she should be responsible for everything.

She wrote a song with warm lyrics, full of happiness, as blue and warm as the sky.

This song took her three months. During these three months, she spent almost every day thinking about it and thinking about the theme of this year's 2008 Olympic Games.

During this period……

She had read what the Chinese creators had written, and she felt dissatisfied with all of them except Wu Zhenhong. Although Wu Zhenhong had similar themes to hers, and wanted to use warm lyrics to replace the turbulent impact, he didn't seem to like it.

She collaborated on creations and was born with the aura of an elder. This aura made her very uncomfortable. In the end, during a dispute, Wu Zhenhong left cursing.

[Damn it, if I change a word, it would be superfluous! 】

The scolding was unpleasant.

He doesn't allow himself to change any of his lyrics, nor does he hear any of his own opinions, like a lone wolf who insists on his own way.

Not long after Sally Brahms handed the written lyrics to her assistant, she saw her assistant coming over with great regret.

"Sorry, Ms. Sally Brahms, there is no need for lyrics anymore. The Olympic theme song has almost been decided..."

"What? Which song has been decided? Has Ms. An Xiao seen it?"

"have not seen……"

The assistant also shook his head very sincerely.

Sally Brahms became anxious when she heard it. She didn't even look at it, so it was decided like this?

She frowned when she was about to leave, and then ran aggressively from the hotel towards the work area.

The setting sun is like blood, shining on this land.

When she came to the door, she found that the work place was very crowded, with many people and staff coming.

Xu Chaolai, the core creative team of the opening ceremony, Xia Baorong, deputy director of the clothing studio, Liu Gengqiao, video director and designer...

After Sally Brahms saw the shock and disbelief on the faces of these people she had met several times before, her emotions gradually changed from anger to confusion.

Shouldn't these people be rehearsing for the opening ceremony now? Why are they here now? Aren't they afraid of delays?

There is only one month left before the start of the Olympic Games. Time can be described as every inch of time and every inch of gold!

"What's going on? I heard that maybe the program for the opening ceremony will be changed?"

"It may be a big change, everything needs to be changed!"

"real or fake?"

"I don't know yet. I just heard rumors...I heard that many leaders have come over."

"Ah, what happened...?"

"It's hard to say...Shh, don't ask. This is a secret. Don't let it be photographed by the media outside. If they arrange it casually, we will be left with nothing to eat..."

"..."

When Sally Brahms entered the hall, she heard some people whispering, and the translator told her all these words in time.

She was shocked. When she came to An Xiao's work area and wanted to see An Xiao, she was told that An Xiao was very busy and had no time to see her.

"What? You said they want to reconvene?"

Sally Brahms, who had been rejected, stood in the hall and saw Feng Ruijin, Shen Changwei and other directors hurriedly walked in. She felt inexplicably nervous. Could something have happened?

Time passed little by little, and Sally Brahms, who had attracted much attention before, was like a passerby in the hall. The faces of the staff who were coming and going were all worried, and they did not take her seriously at all.

She waited for a long time, and when the meeting was about to start, she suddenly saw An Xiao's assistant not far away hurried out, and walked towards her after seeing her.

"Hello, Ms. Sally Brahms, why are you here? You are not invited to the meeting, so you don't have to come..."

"Hello, I plan to go back. I wrote a song and am going to give it to Ms. An Xiao in person..."

"Oh, Ms. Sally Brahms, I'm sorry, we have already decided on Mr. Zhou Yang's song..."
To be continued...