Siheyuan: Famine year, I can teleport to New York

"Oh, it's Yuchan, this is your younger brother Xiao Yi, he looks very talented, come and sit down first!"

Director Zhang, who was writing something on the desk, raised his head and saw Yang Yuchan coming with a friendly smile on his face, and asked them to sit on the chair opposite him.

Xiao Yi took a look at the office of the leader of this era. Basically, there is nothing superfluous. There are some documents neatly placed on the table. Presumably, they are preparing for the documents that Director Zhang will handle. Behind her is a row of bookshelves. There are quite a few books on it that have been turned over frequently, and they are not the books used by the bosses of later generations to decorate.

"I'm the curator of this cultural center, and I've been an old friend with your aunt for more than ten years. You can call me Aunt Zhang in private from now on."

Curator Zhang introduced his identity with a smile, and at the same time gave Xiao Yi a warning. Although she promised Su Miaojin to take good care of her big nephew, she didn't want him to use her relationship to mess around in the cultural center. Otherwise, there are quite a few real second generations here, and if any trouble is caused, she will not be able to deal with it.

"Hello, Aunt Zhang!"

Xiao Yi thought to himself why Yang Jun was willing to let him come to the cultural center. It turns out that the curator here is his aunt's best friend, so that he can not only take care of himself, but also keep abreast of his movements so as to control him.

However, Xiao Yi didn't intend to make any trouble here, so Xiao Yi didn't care about these things.

Even with Director Zhang here, it will be more convenient for him to go out in the future.

"Well, Xiao Yi, the cultural center is divided into several departments, including novels, music composition, choreography, poetry, and scripts. Which department do you want to go to?"

If it was the original Xiao Yi, he would naturally choose novels, but now he still wants to compose music, and he doesn't know if he can have a part-time job in the cultural center?

"Aunt Zhang, if I want to compose music and write novels, is it possible?"

Hearing Xiao Yi's words, Director Zhang didn't think it was strange. At the age of fifteen or sixteen, Xiao Yi was curious about everything, and felt that he could do everything, and wanted to try, which was quite normal.

"These departments are just roughly classifying the work that the employees of the cultural center are responsible for. It's not that those who are responsible for novels cannot compose music."

"Each office focuses on different directions, and it is convenient for people who want to study different directions to study and progress together, so Xiao Yi, which aspect of knowledge do you want to learn the most now, then you will work as a temporary worker in that office first, and wait until the time comes. You will switch to a formal job after you become an adult, so it will be more secure."

Xiao Yi nodded. Although his position was nominally because the cultural center thought he had the value of training and transferred him from the propaganda department in the steel bar factory, in fact, everyone in the cultural center must know what happened. Yes, so it is better to proceed step by step. Anyway, he just needs to become a regular worker before the storm.

"I want to go to the composer's office. I wonder if it's possible, Aunt Zhang?"

Curator Zhang glanced at Yang Yuchan who was next to him. Su Miaojin had told her before that she would put Xiao Yi in the office in charge of novels in the cultural center. She had also greeted the director there before. Why did she suddenly change now?

Yang Yuchan smiled awkwardly, "Xiao Yi said that he thought of a melody and wanted to reproduce it, so he wanted to go to the composer's office to learn it. If it's not convenient for you, then let him Arrange it in the office in charge of novels!"

At Aunt Zhang’s age, there are naturally children in the family, and she is about the same age as Xiao Yi, so naturally she can understand that teenagers of this age like to think about it, but she is also a literati, and she is not interested in this kind of dream. She was also a little curious about inspiration, so at this time, she was actually a little interested in what Xiao Yi said.

"Oh? I heard that someone once got inspiration in a dream and wrote a beautiful chapter. I didn't expect you to have such a chance, Xiao Yi. Have you ever learned any musical instruments, Xiao Yi? Or you can demonstrate it. If it's really good If so, I can find someone to help you figure out this song together, so that your entry into the composition office will be smoother."

Xiao Yi also had no idea that Director Zhang actually wanted to listen to his music now.

However, he was not unprepared. When he was free before, he had already selected a song suitable for the present from the songs he had learned.

Although it is a little rusty now, he still remembers the melody. Even if there are some bumps in the process of playing, Director Zhang should not mind too much, after all, he is still a beginner.

"Since Aunt Zhang wants to hear it, I'll show Aunt Zhang a part. I think this song is more suitable for the violin. Is there a violin in the museum that I can borrow?"

Musical instruments at this time are not like the ones that can be bought casually by later generations. At this time, the main power of the country is placed on the production of heavy industries, so these light industrial products are basically produced very little, and the more practical ones such as bicycles You need a bicycle ticket to buy industrial products, let alone musical instruments, which are extremely rare.

The annual share is basically only among these art groups, and the privately owned ones can only be left over from the past.

As one of the cultural and industrial groups, the Cultural Center has many composers in it, and there are naturally some music.

"I didn't expect Xiao Yi that you can play the violin, so I will take you to find Mr. Zhang. He is an expert in violin and composition. He is currently adjusting his new work below. Let him come as well." Listen to it, he is more professional than me, and he can comment on the quality of your song."

Hearing that Director Zhang actually wanted Mr. Zhang to listen to Xiao Yi's own music, Yang Yuchan was a little nervous. It would be fine if Mr. Zhang listened to it by himself. , it might be difficult to get into the composing office.

Curator Zhang can achieve this position, so the ability to observe words and expressions is naturally not bad.

"Yuchan, you don't have to worry. Although Mr. Zhang has always been strict, he is still very friendly to beginners. If he catches his eye, he also likes to bring newcomers. If Xiao Yi really wants to learn to compose In the entire capital city, there are not many people who are more powerful than Mr. Zhang. Mr. Zhang is usually outside gathering music, or directing the band in the art troupe. Today, this opportunity is not very common."

"It's okay, Sister Yuchan, I'm confident."

Xiao Yi smiled at Yang Yuchan, who was a little worried. He didn't believe that the classic red songs of later generations would not be appreciated by such people who composed music for the army all the year round.

"Since you are not afraid, I have nothing to be afraid of. Be good and win honor to my sister in the cultural center. When people say that I am Xiao Yi's sister, my sister will feel honored."

Xiao Yi nodded heavily, he didn't want the red songs that would shine brightly in future generations to be buried in his own hands.

Director Zhang took Xiao Yi to the first floor. There was no office on the first floor, and all the rooms were opened up and turned into places for various performances.

Xiao Yi, who walked all the way, saw people dancing on the stage, rehearsing plays, and practicing songs, full of cultural atmosphere.

Curator Zhang led Xiao Yi to the third hall on the left on the first floor, where songs were being performed at this time, and various instruments were playing on the stage following the conductor of an old man in front of them.

There were beautiful notes floating in the entire hall. This was a song that Xiao Yi had never heard before. It might be because it wasn't widely sung, or it might be because of the parallel world.

Curator Zhang dragged Xiao Yi and Yang Yuchan to sit on the seats of the audience, waiting for Mr. Zhang to finish his command.

After waiting for about 10 minutes, Mr. Zhang asked them to rest first, while he sat on the seat, preparing to revise his score.

"Mr. Zhang, your composition skills are becoming more and more unfathomable. Is this the piece you are going to submit as a competition this year?"

Mr. Zhang looked up and saw Director Zhang who brought Yang Yuchan and Xiao Yi along.

Looking at Xiao Yi who had never seen him before, he asked hesitantly:
"Curator, are you looking for me for something?"