Chapter 184

So should I cry, or should I laugh?

Just as everyone was indecisive, the young assistant ran over carrying the suona.

Su Meng took the suona and put it directly to his mouth.

Everyone was acting as if facing a great enemy, but the next moment...

"Di di di da, di di di da..." the cheerful sound of the suona rang out.

The tense faces of everyone relaxed instantly, and the corners of their mouths couldn't help but lift.

They were very familiar with this piece; wasn't this 'Happy Joy'?

Could it be that Brother Su had really changed his ways this time?

Putting down the suona, Su Meng said to Wanzi with a smile.

"Wanzi, according to your logic, if I write this kind of suona music, my mood must be very good, right?"

Wanzi smiled and nodded desperately.

"Yes, yes! Isn't it?"

Su Meng sighed and said gloomily.

"But do you know?"

"This piece... can actually be played as funeral music..."

What the hell? Everyone was stunned again.

Such a festive piece, you use it as funeral music?

"Impossible! That's absolutely impossible!" Wanzi shook her head desperately.

"How could such a festive piece be used as funeral music?"

Su Meng smiled slightly and said lightly.

"Simple! Just slow it down ten times!"

????? A pile of question marks appeared above everyone's heads.

Before they could react, the sad sound of the suona rang out again.

"Di~~~ di~~~ di~~~ da~~~ di~~~ di~~~ di~~~ da~~~"

If someone took out the sheet music, they would be surprised to find.

This really was the music for 'Happy Joy'!

It was just slowed down ten times.

And while playing, Su Meng also added techniques like vibrato and sobbing.

Instantly, a festive suona piece turned directly into a sad and mournful funeral march...

"Dad! My dad! Why did you leave us..."

Under the influence of Su Meng's god-level suona skills, who could be spared?

Wanzi suddenly hugged Xie Xie Lecheng and burst into tears.

Xie Xie Lecheng was also in tears, hugging Wanzi and crying.

"My good daughter... if Dad is gone, you must take good care of yourself..."

"Dad! Why did you leave so early... wait for me..."

Duan Duan Jiangping also rushed over, hugged Sister Qin, and cried loudly.

"My dear wife, you're so young, why did you..."

Su Meng's suona suddenly changed.

It switched instantly from ten times speed to normal speed.

The sad funeral music instantly turned into a cheerful wedding tune.

Duan Duan Jiangping's words naturally changed.

"You're so young, why are you so... beautiful..."

Sister Qin had tears in her eyes and a smile on her lips, gently patting his shoulder.

"Old Duan, I'm so happy you said that."

"Why do I work so hard to earn money, if not for..."

Before she could finish, Su Meng's music slowed down ten times again.

Influenced by the atmosphere, Sister Qin's words went off track too.

"If not to... burn more for you, so you can live better over there..."

"Waa waa waa... wife, you're gone just like that... (off-tune)... your pimples are gone, you're really beautiful..."

"Hahaha... Old Duan, you're also very young... (off-tune)... while you haven't started to stink, hurry up and bury yourself..."

In the large Xinghai Entertainment, the sounds of crying and laughter flew together...

Su Meng slowly put down the suona in his hand.

He glanced at the floor; it was already covered in toilet paper.

He felt a bit guilty.

Sigh... in order to save an ignorant girl, you all got dragged into this; if you want to blame someone, blame this girl.

"Wanzi, do you understand now?"

Wanzi's eyes were red, and she nodded desperately.

"Brother, your suona is so amazing!"

"Is that the point? Is that the point?" Su Meng was so anxious his pitch went up.

"Music is just music!"

"Taking the lyrics of a crappy song and applying them to real life is an extremely stupid behavior!"

"I refuse to believe it; I can't cure your brainlessness?!"

In his anxiety, he even cursed.

Wanzi looked at him blankly and suddenly blurted out.

"Brother, if you cure my brainlessness, does that mean you're depriving me of the right to be stupid?"

Once these words were out, the entire office fell into a deathly silence.

Everyone stared at Wanzi, all falling into deep thought.

Good question!

This question covered humanity, law, personality, philosophy, morality...

Countless people retreated before this soul-touching question.

As expected, mentally ill people have broad thinking, and brainless children have more fun.

I admit defeat!

A long time later, Su Meng floated out a sentence.

"The fact that you can ask this question shows that your brainlessness hasn't been cured yet..."

Pfft~~~ The group of people couldn't hold it anymore, and a mouthful of old blood sprayed out.

This answer... was very good, very powerful!

"Ding-a-ling..." his phone suddenly rang.

Su Meng glanced at it gloomily, answered the phone casually, and said irritably.

"Hello, Old Xiang, what's up?"

On the other end of the phone, Xiang Xiang Xiang Zhiming's excited voice came through.

"Director Su, 'Bright Sword' has been scheduled; starting next Monday, two episodes will be broadcast back-to-back every day!"

"CCTV-1's Weibo has already released the trailer."

"You should repost it too..."

'Bright Sword'?! Su Meng's eyes lit up, and without a word, he hung up the phone.

"Wanzi, you said you fan me because I'm handsome, so what if I'm not handsome?"

What? The group was stunned again.

Wanzi subconsciously reached out and waved in front of his face.

"Brother, are you okay? How could you not be handsome?"

Su Meng glanced over and pointed directly at a nearby company employee.

"Old Zhang, open CCTV's Weibo!"

Ah? Old Zhang was startled and hurriedly opened Weibo in a flurry.

On CCTV's Weibo account, a latest message had just been posted.

"Next Monday, the annual anti-Japanese war drama 'Bright Sword', shockingly online!"

Below was a video, with the two big characters "Bright Sword" particularly eye-catching.

Under the two big characters, there were a few small words—A Su Meng Production!

Old Zhang's eyes lit up instantly.

"Brother Su, 'Bright Sword' is scheduled?"

"Less nonsense, open the video!"

"Uh, alright!" Old Zhang opened the video with nimble hands and turned the volume to the maximum.

Instantly, an impassioned bugle call sounded, the music progressed, and the majestic singing began.

"If the motherland is invaded, hot-blooded men should strive for self-improvement."

"Drink this bowl of hometown wine, the warrior goes and never returns."

"Rolling Yellow River, surging Yangtze, give me life, give me strength..."

Along with the singing, scene after scene of artillery fire appeared one by one.

Thousands of Eighth Route Army soldiers charged out with the bugle call, engaging with the Japanese soldiers.

Su Meng also nodded secretly.

This song was the drama's theme song, 'Soul of the Dragon Nation's Army'.

For this song, Liu Ruiming specifically asked for instructions from his superiors and transferred the choir from the military art troupe to sing it.

The majestic sound, perfectly integrated with the lyrics, combined with the cruel war scenes, made people's blood boil.

In a sanatorium, Ling Ling Gaoda jumped up excitedly.

"Great-grandfather, look quickly, that's me!"

On the screen, the small Ling Ling Gaoda still had a trace of childishness on his face, his red-tasseled spear stabbing fiercely into the chest of a Japanese soldier.

But before he could get excited, a bayonet slashed over from behind, knocking him fiercely to the ground.

An old man sitting in a wheelchair watched the screen seriously, listening to the singing in his ears.

"Red flags fluttering, bugles sounding."

"The sword is out of its sheath, thunder and lightning flashing."

"It has always been that the brave win in a narrow encounter!"

"March forward, march forward, march forward, march forward..."

The old man raised his hand with some difficulty, his voice weak but still firm.

"March forward!!!"

Eastern Theater Command Army Headquarters, Commander's Office.

The majestic singing echoed in the office.

"Red flags fluttering, bugles sounding,"

"The sword is out of its sheath, thunder and lightning flashing,"

"It has always been that the brave win in a narrow encounter!"

"March forward, march forward, march forward, march forward,"

"March forward, Soul of the Dragon Nation's Army!"

The powerful music finally ended, and two huge characters appeared on the screen—Bright Sword!

"Good!"

The commander called out "Good" and turned to ask.

"Political Commissar, how is the Political Work Department doing?"

The Political Commissar said seriously.

"The Political Work Department has already reviewed the entire drama."

"I have to say, this is a truly good anti-Japanese war drama!"

"It fully displayed the spirit of our predecessors."

The Chief of Staff also chimed in.

"This batch of people we sent to perform as extras are basically from the administrative or technical branches."

"After coming back, they were like different people, all of them howling."

"They have all increased the intensity and strength of their military skills training."

"This mission was a baptism for them too!"

The commander nodded and ordered.

"Have the various units arrange to watch this TV series in turns!"

"Yes!"

In the piano room of the Imperial Music Academy.

Xiaoying jumped up in surprise.

"Awesome! Too amazing!"

"Bai Bai Xiaoling, did you notice the subtitles?"

"Screenwriter: Su Meng!"

"Director: Su Meng!"

"Lead Actor: Su Meng!"

"This was written, directed, and starred in by the Cult Leader himself!"

Bai Bai Bai Xiaoling just said "En" and didn't speak.

Xiaoying's eyes rolled, and she suddenly remembered something, staring closely at Bai Bai Bai Xiaoling.

"Sister Bai Bai Xiaoling, you asked for leave to film a while ago; it wasn't to film this drama, was it?"

Bai Bai Bai Xiaoling nodded, her face still calm.

"Oh, Sister Bai Bai Xiaoling, you're too amazing." Xiaoying ran over and grabbed her hand.

"Then tell me quickly, what role did you play in the drama."

Bai Bai Bai Xiaoling's small face flushed slightly, and she pretended to be calm.

"I played Teacher Su's wife..."

"Oh my! Sister Bai Bai Xiaoling, you're too happy!" Xiaoying jumped up directly, spinning around excitedly.

"Then in the end? How many children did you have?"

What kind of nonsense is that? How did we have children?

A few black lines appeared on Bai Bai Bai Xiaoling's face, and she said irritably.

"What children, I died long ago."

"Died?" Xiaoying's eyes widened, looking incredulous.

"How could the Cult Leader film you to death?"

"Then how did you die?"

"Was it fighting heroically against the enemy, outnumbered, and finally pulling the pin on a grenade?"

Bai Bai Bai Xiaoling knocked her on the head hard.

Only then did she sigh, a trace of melancholy appearing on her face.

"You might not believe it if I told you."