At this moment, the audience was bursting with applause, but Ao Yan ignored it and formally sent an invitation to Han Sen: "Don't worry, if you can complete this creative task, CCTV will not treat you badly."

There was a burst of cheers at the scene.

Although Ao Yan is only a contracted director, her qualifications, popularity and strength in CCTV are top-notch, so even Yu Shi will not easily conflict with Ao Yan, and will even give in to him.

And Ao Yan is indeed qualified to speak on behalf of CCTV.

Han Sen fell into deep thought amidst the cheers of the audience.

In fact, he also wanted to help the other party. After all, regardless of whether Ao Yan could take over the task of directing this year's Spring Festival Gala, Han Sen couldn't refuse him directly because of the other party's status and identity in the industry.

What's more, according to Ao Yan's plot description, Han Sen does have such a song in his hand, which perfectly meets the other party's requirements.

So, with everyone watching, Han Sen waved to the director team: "Do you have paper and pen?"

As soon as he finished speaking, the director stood up from the director's chair, took a pen and paper in his hand, bent down and trotted to Han Sen, handed it to Han Sen with both hands, and then quickly bowed slightly to Ao Yan and Yu Shi.

Behind him, he quickly backed away.

The steward stood beside him blankly, feeling like his whole body was getting hairy in a daze.

I have never seen a program director rush to do the work of field management.

It’s completely about following other people’s paths and leaving others with nowhere to go.

…

Yu Shi looked at Han Sen at this moment and said with interest: "Have you got an inspiration?"

"Yes." Han Sen nodded.

Upon hearing this, Ao Yan immediately ran to the audience and moved a tea table placed in front of the director to the front of the stage so that Han Sen could sit down and write.

Han Sen thanked him, spread out his pen and paper, and started writing:

""The River is Red·The Windy Sand"!"

The camera flashed across the scene quickly, taking pictures of the words written by Han Sen.

When those six big characters came out.

Ao Yan's eyes narrowed, and she vaguely felt a voice shouting in her heart.

"Throughout the ages, how many wronged souls have lamented..."

Yu Shi looked at this poem, his eyes became brighter and brighter, and even at the end, he felt that his soul was starting to burn.

It was as if he had seen the unjust, false and wrong cases that had been rampant in the world for thousands of years, and even felt the sad cries of each figure, which made Yu Shi feel huge helplessness and helplessness.

He couldn't help it anymore, he clenched his hands and cheered silently.

His face was full of surprise.

Surrounded by various emotions, Yu Shi gritted his teeth, suddenly took a deep breath, let his energy sink into his Dantian, and then recited loudly:

"Throughout the ages, how many wronged souls have lamented

Empty and desolate, the world is infinite, full of sorrow.

Weeping blood, flies and insects laugh at the sky, and the shadows of solitary sails are chained together in white chains.

As the waning moon rose, a fierce wind suddenly arose and blew everything away."

Yu Shi's eyes turned red with excitement, and he sighed: "Blow it all away!"

"Good words! Good words!"

The director off stage is also a person with taste and vision.

Watch Han Sen carefully on the monitor as he writes this sentence one stroke at a time.

I just felt my scalp was numb for a while.

Combined with the resume of "Song Ci" I just saw, for a moment it seems like a simple uncle with an upright figure and his hands behind his back is standing on the top of the cliff, looking at the blue sky and white sun, sighing:

“Over the past thousands of years, there have been many unjust, false and wrong cases in the world, which have made people feel helpless and helpless.

I feel extremely depressed because bullies and powerful people are everywhere.

I laugh at the incompetence of the authorities, which makes officials with a sense of justice have empty ambitions but cannot stretch them.

How people hope that the waning moon in the border area can rise again.

The fierce wind can sweep away the dark clouds..."

At this moment, the entire audience was shocked by Yu Shi's sudden burst of recitation ability.

Yu Shi is a formally trained host and a visiting professor at many universities.

When he recited, his voice was full of emotion, which made people feel deeply involved.

And this song "The River is Red" was even more brilliantly read by him.

Even Han Sen felt excited after hearing this.

He looked at his handwriting that was too ugly to look at, and finally couldn't help but drop the pen and paper.

Then he tapped the tabletop, accompanied by a slight rhythmic sound, and chanted:

"Torrential rain, bottomless stream.

Ford the rapids and reach the other side.

Work hard to move the clouds and eliminate the fog.

Sheji appeases the hearts of ministers and drives away ghosts without truce.

Look at the setting sun, shining on the vast earth, and turn around——"

Yu Shi's recitation, coupled with Han Sen's singing, even without a soundtrack, the performance is exquisite.

In an instant, Ao Yan, who was standing blankly next to her, felt numb all over.

The brain is completely empty.

The next moment, in the singing, she suddenly remembered the scenes she had spent filming "Forensic Medicine of the Song Dynasty" over the past six months, and the scenes of "Song Ci" she had read in the vast historical annals every sleepless night.

That day, the water flowed like a bottomless abyss.

That year, Song Ci overcame numerous difficulties and obstacles, waded through the rapid water and reached the opposite bank.

Those who came after us cleared away the thick dark clouds, eliminated people's confusion and doubts, and brought the dawn of light again.

Now, people have understood.

Only when the country is stable and the people live and work in peace and contentment can the ministers' concern for the country and the people be appeased.

And the war between Song Ci and other honest officials to punish corrupt officials and drive out scum will never end.

The setting sun in the sky, like the light of justice, will always shine on every inch of the land.

Going round and round.

You and I will eventually have a bright future.

A brand new world.

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Chapter completed!