Middle Age: A Leisurely Life in the Entertainment Industry

Chapter 311

"Do you think it's possible?"

Guo Jiaxiang asked.

The assistant hesitated, thought for a while and said: "It's a bit bragging (bragging), but I heard that Yu Dongqing is quite good at writing songs."

This is also true.
"Just wait a week!" Guo Jiaxiang said: "If you can't write it, or if you can't write it, let him sing old songs!"

How did he know what song Yu Dongqing chose for his headache.

Sitting in the study, drinking tea slowly, Yu Dongqing recalled the classic Cantonese songs in that time and space.

Songs sung by female singers are temporarily excluded, and songs with too high a pitch and a long span are not selected. For example, Lin Zixiang sang classic songs such as "Real Man" and "Long Road with You". Can't sing--no voice.

Choose one of my brother's songs.

What about Principal Tan?
Not bad.

Jacky Cheung's songs are very good at singing. Jacky Cheung's classic songs are actually not easy to sing, and others can't sing his taste.

Hey.
My own voice is not good.

If you can't sing it, don't sing it, so as not to spoil the classics.

Yu Dongqing thought over and over in the study all morning, and finally selected three songs.The next step is to write the lyrics and arrange the music.

I remember the lyrics and music, but I don’t necessarily remember the arrangement so clearly. It’s okay to arrange the music according to my own ideas. After all, I will use my own band on the scene.

Stayed at home for three full days, and didn't go anywhere except picking up her daughter for a run in the morning. Yu Dongqing posted the lyrics, music and arrangement audio of the last three songs among the four people.

"Bro, how about these three songs?"

Someone responded quickly.

"Holy shit, Dongqing, you're awesome. I think Huang Qihui would vomit three liters of blood with your songs."

It was Zhang Yang who spoke, gloating from the lines.

Next came Liu Yimin.

"Okay, the styles of the three songs are not the same. But they are all very nice. Why should we start? How about just this afternoon?"

Du Hui's reply was the latest, probably because of his class in the morning. His words were simple and clear:
"Start working in the afternoon!"

This is how Yu Dongqing spent June. After sending off the children in the morning, she went to Rending Lake to exercise, watched the old men play chess, and at noon, she went to the recording studio of the studio to train with a few buddies. In the evening, she went to work with Luo Yun and ate Take a walk or go shopping after dinner, and pick up my daughter home at night.

Life is very easy.

Of course, sometimes there are delays at night, mainly because Zhang Yang insists on pulling everyone to play skewers and drink beer by saying that he wants to rehearse songs.

The time soon came to the end of June, and the Qingmanshoe band left for Xiangjiang, accompanied by Luo Yun and Yang Liu.

This is the first time for Yang Liu to go to Xiangjiang, so he is naturally very happy.

"Going to Xiangjiang this time is not just about arranging the itinerary for Mr. Yu and the others, but more importantly, getting to know some people in the entertainment industry in Xiangjiang, which will help the studio expand its business in the future."

On the plane, Luo Yun did not forget to teach Yang Liu earnestly.

Yu Dongqing, who was sitting next to her, was a little amused to hear that, she was really training Yang Liu as her successor.

How to prepare to retire successfully?

But it's okay, don't get too tired.

After getting married and having a baby.

The plane landed at Xiangjiang International Airport, a group of people carried their luggage out of the security checkpoint, and Yu Dongqing saw a familiar figure again: Wu Jingqi.

"Hey, I really came to pick you up again." Luo Yun looked at the girl who was waving to them not far away, and said to Yu Dongqing in a low voice.

Why is it a little sour?
But Yu Dongqing ignored her.

On purpose.

This time Wu Jingqi did not drive her own car, but an Iveco that the organizing committee specially picked up with everyone. In the car, a few people were chatting, and Wu Jingqi asked: "Holly, I heard that you are here for the party this time." How many new songs have you written? Or Cantonese songs?"

Yu Dongqing didn't deny it, but nodded.

"Dongqing is amazing, and some people feel even more uncomfortable after hearing it." Wu Jingqi smiled coquettishly.

The people next to him laughed.

They knew who Wu Jingqi was talking about.

"Actually, Miss Wu, you are wrong." Luo Yun, who had been silent all this time, suddenly said something.

"Oh, Sister Luo, what do you mean?"

"There is nothing wrong in the world. The mediocrity is that he thinks too much. We didn't target anyone at all."

Luo Yun leisurely said something.

No matter what Yu Dongqing thought, Huang Qihui was really uncomfortable.

Some time ago, he was hospitalized due to illness. After being discharged from the hospital, he has been recuperating at home and temporarily suspended work. Of course, he did not forget to pay attention to the news of Xiangjiang entertainment circle.

Therefore, when I heard that Guo Jiaxiang specially invited Yu Dongqing to participate in this year's party to celebrate Hong Kong's return, I was furious for a while, and couldn't help expressing my different opinions on Twitter.

He is a person who can't hold back things, and he likes to talk when he is upset.

In the end, the other party came, and I heard that they wrote three new songs, all in Cantonese!
This made Huang Qihui extremely depressed.

Forget it
forget about it.

If he continued to think about it, Huang Qihui felt that he would be pissed off by that guy.

The doctor said that during this time, you should be calm and avoid getting angry.

Huang Qihui simply threw away his phone and stood alone on the balcony looking at the scenery outside.

The location of his house is also very good. Not far away is Repulse Bay. The waves are calm, the water is clear and the sand is fine. Watching the sunset makes me feel a lot better.

"Dad, I'm back."

The one who spoke was a teenager in a basketball uniform, who had just come back from outside and was still holding a basketball in his hand.

It was Huang Qihui's youngest son, Huang Xiong.

Huang Qihui has two sons, one has graduated from college, and now works in securities on Wall Street in the United States, and the younger one is studying at St. Paul's Co-educational High School and only comes back once a week.

Seeing his youngest son come back, Huang Qihui had a smile on his face.

My youngest son is very similar to me. He likes music and is quite talented in this area. He organized a band at school and is quite famous.

"Dad, are you going to see the performance celebrating Xiangjiang's comeback the day after tomorrow?" Huang Xiong asked

"What? Do you want to go?" Huang Qihui asked back in the living room.

Unexpectedly, the son replied:
"NONO, I'm just asking casually, I'm not interested in those so-called music."

Ah?
This tone is so loud.

"why?"

"Too OUT!"

"Obsolete?" Huang Qihui frowned slightly.

"That's right! Dad, including that Qingmanshoe band from the mainland, playing folk rock, it's already OUT for us young people!"

"Then what do you like?"

"RAP!"

Lonely and lonely Karaoke house to sing every night

In the late night sky, the stars and the moon are shaking Xiao Jin to go to activities

"Did you make a mistake! Sing Buried Gan Laotu's song!
As Huang Xiong said, he actually sang and acted for his father.

"Stop singing, you are busy and go!"

Huang Qihui unceremoniously interrupted his son's impromptu performance.

Listening to your so-called rap, I might as well listen to Yu Dongqing's rock and roll.

At least the lyrics can be heard clearly, right?

　Thanks to Caiyuntian, wg_duan, Shishu Nianhua zj, Shuyou 20220401155458890, wukung for their monthly tickets

　　
　
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