Middle Age: A Leisurely Life in the Entertainment Industry

Chapter 275 Going to Dali (Second Change)
Yu Dongqing left the office, took out her mobile phone while going down the stairs and made a call.

Called Du Hui.

"Hey, what are you busy with?"

"Lesson preparation."

"Oh, so diligent?"

"We can't mistake someone's son, right?" Du Hui said with a smile.

It turned out that not long ago, Du Hui received an invitation from the University of International Business and Economics to hire him as a school-appointed professor to teach at the school.

He was ready to go.

In his words, being a teacher is my profession, and making music is just a hobby.

Hearing what he said today, Yu Dongqing sighed on purpose: "I originally wanted to treat you to Guantuo tea, but since you are so busy, then forget it."

"What tea?" Du Hui didn't seem to hear clearly.

"Dali's Xiaguan Tuocha, [-]-year premium!"

"Where? I'll be right there!"

Yu Dongqing laughed loudly after hearing this: "I knew you would come over, at my house."

Yu Dongqing drove home, and when she got home, she began to make tea. Tuocha, like Pu'er, is cake tea.

This is to open the tea, although it is just a piece of tea cake, it takes a lot of effort to open the tea. The tea cake over 15 years old will be looser and easier to open the tea. The tea cake within 10 years is very tight, and special tools are needed .

Yu Dongqing was thinking about finding a suitable pair of scissors in the kitchen when he heard a knock on the door. He went to open the door and saw Du Hui carrying a travel bag with snow all over his body.

"Is it cold outside? Come in quickly." Yu Dongqing greeted.

Du Hui patted the snow off his body, then entered the door and changed into slippers, excitedly put the travel bag on the coffee table, and said, "Look, what did I bring?"

Then he took out a lot of things from the bag: tureen or purple sand pot, justice cup, tea cup, tea strainer, and even a tong. "

"Haha, I'm worried that I have nothing to break the tea cake." Yu Dongqing laughed.

"I knew you didn't have this here, so I brought it specially." Du Hui was a little proud: "Okay, you go to boil the water, and I will make the tea."

"You are good at drinking Longjing, this kind of cake tea depends on me."

"All right."

In fact, Yu Dongqing doesn't really care much about drinking Longjing, as long as the tea is good.

But Du Hui was very particular about this method, I saw him sitting on the sofa, facing the tea table, washing tea, flushing water, cooking tea, stewing fragrance, straining soup.
The whole process is smooth and smooth, meticulous.

"Come on, try it." Du Hui handed Yu Dongqing a cup of tea.

I saw the brown gold translucent, very beautiful.

Yu Dongqing took a sip, feeling mellow, fragrant and smooth, with a mellow and long aftertaste.

"Not bad." He praised repeatedly.

"Yes. Good tea, top quality!" Du Hui savored it carefully, with a satisfied look, he said with emotion:

"Su Dongpo said: Don't think about the old country to the old people/and try new tea/poetry and wine while you are young. We can't drink alcohol, we can't write poems, but we can only taste some tea, which is one of the great joys in life."

Yu Dongqing nodded in agreement.

There are not many happy things in life.

Du Hui drank two cups in a row, feeling more satisfied, and then he remembered to ask: "Dongqing, you don't usually like to drink Pu'er and the like, where does this tea come from?"

"Someone sent it."

Yu Dongqing didn't hide anything, so she briefly explained what happened just now.

"Haha. Then I'm lucky." Du Hui laughed loudly: "But Dali is indeed a good place, known as "Feng Hua Xue Yue". Hey, do you have a song for Dali?"

"Yes, listen."

After Yu Dongqing finished speaking, she went back to her study, took out a guitar, and played it lightly.

"Are you dissatisfied with life

I haven't laughed in a long time and I don't know why

Since I'm not happy and I don't like it here

better go west

Go to Dali

It turns out that "Going to Dali" created by Hao Yun in that time and space

Du Hui sipped tea and listened quietly.

Obviously, it is the ballad that Yu Dongqing is good at.

The tune is simple, fresh and natural, and there is a faint sense of heaviness and nostalgia for a young man.

How much love is no match for time, how much warmth is lost to reality, since you are not happy and don’t like this place, why not go west all the way to Dali.

As the lyrics say:

Who has no dust on top of his head

Who has no teeth marks on their shoulders?

Pick up the courage crushed by time
Soak your feet with fragrant mud

Du Hui asked Yu Dongqing to sing twice in a row before stopping, and said with a smile that he was half joking and half serious, "It's over, Dongqing, once your song is released, I wonder if anyone will come to you to write a song about their city? Won’t you also write a song for us in Changsha?”

"Don't stop, I really don't want to write."

Yu Dongqing said quickly.

After drinking the tea, Du Hui was about to go home, so Yu Dongqing asked to take all the remaining Tuocha back.

"You like this stuff, you drink it every day at home." Yu Dongqing smiled.

"Then I won't be polite." Du Hui didn't refuse.

The relationship is there, and it becomes polite if you talk too much.

After sending Du Hui away, Yu Dongqing simply went all out, arranging, playing and singing, and later modifying the sound.

Although the acoustics in my study room are not as good as those in the studio, it is still enough to play this kind of folk songs that don't require showing off skills.

After being busy until after six o'clock in the afternoon, Yu Dongqing sent the audio file together with the lyrics to Luo Yun's WeChat. After a while, Luo Yun's WeChat video call came.

I don't know what happened recently, Luo Yunte likes WeChat videos.

Yu Dongqing doesn't like it very much, or even doesn't like to use WeChat voice, and thinks the phone is the most convenient.

But Luo Yun couldn't answer the call, so she clicked on the video.

Luo Yun's pretty face appeared on the screen. She had already gone home and was wearing house clothes. She was less capable during the day and more like a little woman.

"Holly, I listened to this song you sang, it's so beautiful, you must be popular! You are simply a genius!"

There was a hint of admiration in Luo Yun's eyes.

Don't. Don't do that.

If I want to thank, I would like to thank that there are so many good musicians in that time and space who can write so many classic songs, but I am just a hard-working time and space porter.

Yu Dongqing said a few words modestly, and was about to turn off the video. Unexpectedly, Luo Yun said: "Holly, why don't you just write some more songs about the city, and release another album. I've already thought about the name of the album, because a song loves Go to a city!"

"Don't, don't," Yu Dongqing immediately refused.

"I said I'd never write a song about a city again."

"Some things are beyond your control." Luo Yun smiled.

Sure enough, once the song "To Dali" was published, it caused a sensation again.

This Yu Dongqing, writing about the city is simply amazing!
So some fans left messages on his Weibo, hoping to write a song about their own city.

"My family is in Nanjing, the ancient capital of the six dynasties, the cold water in the smoke cage, and the Qinhuai River at night. Father Qu, you just write a song?

"How can your Nanjing compare to our Hangzhou? If you want to compare the West Lake to Xizi/Light makeup is always suitable, here is a song from Hangzhou!"

"Brother, Nanjing and Hangzhou are both tourist cities, how dare you compete? Or write a song for our small cities. I'm in Baoji."

"I'm in Dingxi."

Under one post, there were hundreds of replies, all asking to write about their hometown.

What the hell
Moreover, the cultural and tourism departments of some cities also contacted Yu Dongqing in various ways, which made him very helpless.

Is it over?
What the hell!

Just get it done!
Yu Dongqing thought of a song, but there were some lyrics that needed to be changed.

Go find Luo Yun now.

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