Middle Age: A Leisurely Life in the Entertainment Industry

Chapter 331 ""The Favorite in My Life", you are the love of my life."

It's not appropriate to discuss in the WeChat group, and I don't want to go to Liu Yimin's Shili Peach Blossom Tavern, because there are too many people disturbing.

In this early winter season, there is nothing more pleasant than chatting with a few old buddies over a steaming mutton hot pot.

Today, the four of them met at Baye Shabu Shabu Restaurant located on Guijie Street, Dongzhimen Inner Street, DC District.

This is also an old Yanjing restaurant, with a strong Eight Banners style, eight big pieces, eight kinds of meat, and the flags of the Eight Banners flying high. Eating sesame paste sesame cakes with hot pot soup is full of aroma.

Yu Dongqing and the others booked a private room, and the four of them chatted while cooking.

"Holly, don't drink wine. You drink." Zhang Yang said deliberately while holding a bottle of Erguotou and pouring wine for the other two.

Yu Dongqing is not an alcoholic, but it is a perfect match in this winter when he boils mutton in a copper hot pot and drinks Erguotou.

But for the sake of the concert, I endured it.
Yu Dongqing picked up a bottle of "Arctic Ocean" soda, took a big gulp and said, "Just now, I told the whole story, what do you think should be done?"

"I think Luo Yun's worries are a bit unnecessary." Liu Yimin put down his chopsticks and spoke: "First, the audience of our fans is different from that of Zhang Jiaming's, and there is no question of who will steal the audience from whom. Two, to be honest, I also listened to Zhang Jiaming's songs, what the hell are they?"

"Yimin, what you said is wrong. If you don't like to hear it, it doesn't mean that others don't like it." Du Hui took over the words and raised his objection:

"Zhang Jiaming is also very popular in Xiangjiang. It is said that there are millions of fans in Xiangjiang. If the idol holds a concert, they will definitely be willing to pay for it! Also, you have to deny the fact that in Xiangjiang, Mandarin songs are far less than Cantonese songs. Popular, and we have to sing half of the Mandarin songs!"

"There is some truth in what you said. Could it be that we lower the price of tickets? But according to the contract, the tickets are set by Times Records, and we can't make the decision." Liu Yimin said scratching his head: "Could it be that we also hold a campaign to buy tickets and get free digital albums? ? Isn’t this picking up people’s teeth?”

Yu Dongqing didn't say a word after hearing this, but suddenly saw Zhang Yang sitting next to him.

Usually this guy is the most active when discussing issues, what happened today?Keep silent and only know how to eat food?

So he asked, "Hey, Zhang Yang, what's your opinion?"

Seeing that Zhang Yang took a piece of mutton, rinsed it in the bowl in a leisurely manner, ate it in one bite and took a sip of wine, then he smiled and said to everyone: "You don't need to worry about this matter at all, in fact, it can be solved Very simple."

"How to solve it?" Liu Yimin asked hastily.

"Just ask Dongqing to write ten more Cantonese songs, and our mother will sing all in Cantonese, and use the bird's surname Zhang?!"

Fuck!All Cantonese songs? !
Liu Yimin looked at Zhang Yang dumbfounded.

"Don't look at me, it's useless, it depends on whether Dongqing can do it." After Zhang Yang finished speaking, he picked up a piece of mutton and put it in the pot, and started to boil it leisurely.

At this time, Du Hui took over the conversation: "Zhang Yang's words are a bit exaggerated, but if possible, he can write a few Cantonese songs. How about you, Dongqing?"

After Du Hui finished speaking, he looked at Yu Dongqing.

Yu Dongqing didn't answer directly but said with a smile: "If we write a new song, it means we have to continue rehearsing. Du Hui, do you have time?"

"Look at what you said, you worked so hard to write a new song, can't I even spare time for rehearsal? At worst, I won't go fishing on weekends!"

"Then this matter is settled! Dongqing, you just write it well!" Zhang Yang said with a wave of his hand.

What the hell!

Haven't asked for my opinion yet.

However, look at this.

How many more songs?

After finishing the hot pot, everyone went home separately. Because of the party tonight, my daughter Yu Tongtong stayed at her grandma's house and didn't have to pick her up. Yu Dongqing didn't go back to her own house, but drove straight to Luo Yun's house in Baiziwan Park.

Luo Yun was sitting at home alone watching TV, when she saw Yu Dongqing coming in, she hurriedly greeted her: "Have you finished your meal?"

"Ah."

Yu Dongqing began to take off her coat, and Luo Yun quickly helped hang it on the hanger.

"I'll make you some tea."

After speaking, he hurried into the kitchen, and quickly brought out a cup of steaming Longjing and put it on the coffee table.

Yu Dongqing sat on the sofa and took a sip, feeling very comfortable.

"What's the result of your discussion?" Luo Yun sat next to him and asked.

Yu Dongqing briefly explained the process.

"Sing more Cantonese songs? That's great!" Luo Yun clapped her hands excitedly: "The more Cantonese songs are sung at the concert, the more popular it will be!"

Suddenly she thought of something again, and looked at Yu Dongqing: "Dongqing, you have to write again. You have written six songs during this time, and you are too tired."

Luo Yun was both happy and worried.

Unexpectedly, Yu Dongqing said: "It's not tiring to write, it's really troublesome to arrange the music after writing the song."

what? !

Others can't write it, but you are afraid of trouble to arrange music? !

Luo Yun was angry and funny: "Then why don't you let Li Wei arrange the music for you?"

Now Li Wei is specialized in arranging music in the studio. People like Guo Xin and Zhao Yawen sometimes write their own songs, and the task of arranging music is entrusted to him. Yu Dongqing is at most the last check.

But Yu Dongqing was a little worried.

"Forget it, I'll do it myself."

Although Li Wei's arrangement level has been greatly improved, Yu Dongqing still looks down on him. Besides, he can still remember some arrangements of some classic songs in that time and space, which can be used for reference without any brains.

"Then work hard husband." Luo Yun said with a smile: "I won't bother you tonight, rest well, recharge your batteries and write a song tomorrow!"

What the hell!

This said.

Who is tossing whom? !

Yu Dongqing glanced at her.

"You don't torment me? Then I will torment you!" After speaking, he rushed forward.

"rogue!
Don't stay here, take me to the bedroom"

Luo Yunjiao was panting.

Happy past.

Luo Yun cuddled tightly beside Yu Dongqing, feeling very satisfied physically and mentally.

The two just lay there quietly.

At some point, the north wind blew outside, whistling, but the room was calm and warm.

Yu Dongqing gently stroked Luo Yun's hair, her lust ebbed and her heart was very peaceful.

Looking at the woman next to him, he suddenly remembered a Cantonese song sung by the principal of Time and Space Tan, and couldn't help humming softly:
If you wait foolishly for a certain day
I can finally wait for my favorite in my life

Who minds our relationship
Every time there is an accident

don't know the future

How could I ever want the love in my heart

Luo Yun listened quietly.

It wasn't until Yu Dongqing finished singing that she asked, "What's the name of this song?"

""My Favorite in Life", you are the love of my life."

Luo Yun listened and smiled.

At this moment, she felt that she was the happiest woman in the world.

(End of this chapter)