Get off work and become the Godfather of Rock and Roll

Chapter 12 Desperate to find the sea

Chen Kun opened a can of beer in a corner of the square and put it in his mouth.

He looked at the people coming and going in the square, feeling dazed for a while, and the neon lights in his eyes became a little hazy.

He has been writing songs these days, trying to write a song as shocking as Hanabi, but he has not been able to hold back a single word in the past few days.

In the past few years in the square, he has seen many singers become famous instantly, and many have become big Vs, changing cars and houses easily.

And he was still treading water.

He looked down on the kind of rap that Little Dreadlock did, but he couldn't write a high-quality divine song either.

In other words, if you can't achieve high, you can't do low.

So it was quite embarrassing.

Chen Kun drank down the beer in his hand depressedly.

It was getting late, and there were more and more people in the square. The large spotlights also turned on, illuminating everyone's faces. The beautiful ones became more beautiful, and the ugly ones became uglier.

"Hey, look at that." Youjia patted him from behind.

Chen Kun followed You Jia's finger and looked over.

In a corner of the square, a lot of black-clad security guards gathered, escorting one of the people in groups, just like escorting celebrities in short videos.

"Haha, I don't know which 18th-tier starlet came here to pretend." Chen Kun sneered.

You Jia also pouted, "What a pretense."

In their sight, a group of security guards escorted a young woman to the center of the square like a golden Arhat.

A group of Internet celebrities were so crowded that they dared not speak out in anger.

Soon, someone recognized who it was.

"Zeng Kesi? Are you Zeng Kesi?"

"Everyone, come and see, it's Zeng Kesi. Zeng Kesi used to sing in the square."

Chen Kun was stunned for a moment when he heard the name, "Zeng Kesi? Isn't she that little girl who used to rub against the curly-haired sound recordist without paying her? Come on, why is she so popular now?"

"Yeah, haven't you heard it? It's so good." You Jia couldn't help but admire it.

Chen Kun fell into silence.

How come he was the worst in the end?
"I don't know why she is here." Chen Kun was confused and walked forward with You Jia.

……

Zeng Kesi was just here to show off.

Otherwise, we wouldn’t have dozens of security guards.

A circle of security guards surrounded her as if protecting a national treasure.

As for why you have to show off?
Do you still need to ask? Didn't Xiang Yu say that?

The brocade clothes do not return home, just like the brocade clothes walk at night.

Director Yang Di followed behind her, sighed quietly, and said to the cameraman: "Don't film this part, it won't look good."

He muttered to himself: "Miss, you're not so popular yet, why have you become like this?"

At this moment, Zeng Kesi's face was full of smiles, and she saw old acquaintances from the past.

There was the short-haired girl who sang with her in the middle of the night, the spare tire who had dined and played Werewolf with her, and the egg-filled cake vendor she often went to, and so on.

They were all surrounded by security guards and could only look at her from a distance and wave to her, hoping that she would see them and get a chance to talk.

However, she just smiled like a movie queen at the Cannes Film Festival, stepped out of the extra-long Bentley, stood in front of the fans, and listened to their crazy sounds of love.

Zeng Kesi felt very comfortable. It was worth it. It was really worth coming back this time.

"It's so fucking outrageous that you opened the door for me. It's so outrageous." Chen Kun complained at the side.

"It's not that bad, it just became a hit song." You Jia followed up.

There was a short-haired girl next to them, who said angrily: "I'm so angry. I want to ask her to pay her back and I can't even talk to her. What kind of pretense is this? If you don't know, you'd think she's a superstar."

Chen Kun: "..."

Youjia: "..."

After about ten minutes, Zeng Kesi had enough of pretending. If she pretended any more, she would provoke public outrage. A group of minor Internet celebrities were already eyeing her. After all, she brought so many people with her and influenced them.

Zeng Kesi waved, and the crew hurriedly set up the microphone and speakers, and handed her her guitar.

The microphone was connected to the speaker, and a harsh buzz erupted, making the people in the square look even more unhappy.

Yang Di walked forward and picked up the microphone, "Next, Zeng Kesi will sing her famous song, High on the Mountain."

Dozens of security guards clapped their hands, but after all, the square was mostly filled with spectators. Many people just walked after dinner to watch the activities of young people. Not many people knew the details of Zeng Kesi, so they also followed. There was applause, and after a while, the applause continued.

Zeng Kesi smiled with satisfaction and picked up the microphone, "Thank you for your support. Today is my return to this square again. I have a lot of feelings. I remember the scene when I sang in this square late at night. It was very cold at that time. But there are still dozens of people waiting for me to finish singing, thank you, without you, I would not be where I am today."

clap clap.

There was another round of applause, and a group of security guards who didn’t know how much they were paid clapped as if they were desperate for their lives.

"Good guy, it's like an acceptance speech." Chen Kun kept complaining. "It's not that bad. If one day I become popular, I will do the same thing and bring a car full of security guards." You Jia's tone was full of dissatisfaction.

Zeng Kesi picked up the microphone and started singing.

The professional photography team around her immediately began to take comprehensive shots of three different scenes, far, middle, and near, as if filming a blockbuster. This made a group of small Internet celebrities and anchors envious, and they were looking forward to when they would have such a team?
The singing started.

"The drizzle caresses my face, and my thoughts slip through my heart.
The lights of the city illuminate your direction
A long road, paved with the floral fragrance of memories

Every step, every dream lights up for you. "

"Don't tell me, it's really nice." Chen Kun's attitude has always been that the song is not the right person. Even if he is a scumbag like Mai Zishan, as long as he can write a good song, he will not say anything more.

The square became quiet, and the jealous expressions on the faces of the little internet celebrities and marginal anchors disappeared, because this song is really good.

Zeng Kesi's voice condition is extremely good, her voice is a whole octave higher than that of ordinary women and her performance is stable.

Slowly, everyone became immersed in the singing.

After about four or five minutes, the song ended.

Zeng Kesi looked at the quiet square and felt very happy. This was exactly the effect she wanted to achieve. This song "Above the Mountain" took her two and a half years to write. The audience's reaction is the real score. surface.

Full score!

I'm perfect! Zeng Kesi thought proudly.

"Capture, hurry up, take a close-up, look at everyone's face, we will choose the right one later, hurry up." Yang Di quickly moved the camera to shoot.

"You, you, hurry up and take a panoramic view."

"Oops! I forgot to put the drone! What a pity, it would be perfect if there was a sky perspective lens!" Yang Di said angrily.

However, the material he has shot now is enough.

"Is that okay, director?" Zeng Kesi asked.

"It's done, let's call it a day." Yang Di gestured OK to her.

A group of security guards took the lead and started clapping.

Everyone in the square also started to applaud. I have to say that the song is indeed beautiful.

Yang Di was satisfied and directed the cameraman to continue shooting some highlights.

At this time, there was a short-haired girl carrying a guitar in the crowd. Seeing that Zeng Kesi was leaving, she quickly shouted at Zeng Kesi.

"You still owe me five thousand yuan, do you hear me? Now that you are angry, please pay me back."

Zeng Kesi's face darkened and she quickened her pace. She had forgotten about this a long time ago. She didn't expect the creditor to remember it so clearly.

The short-haired girl wanted to rush forward, but was stopped by the security guard.

There was a lot of noise when people left.

The photographer asked Yang Di weakly: "Do you want to take a photo of this?"

Yang Di: "How can we film this? This will have a bad impact."

"Okay." The photographer put the camera down again.

Click, click, click.

Yang Di took out his cell phone and took pictures wildly.

Photographer: "..."

"Okay, let's call it a day and eat local specialties in the evening." Yang Di said with satisfaction.

"okay."

After hearing the director's words, the crew became excited, packed their things and prepared to go back.

Yang Di looked at the photos on his phone and laughed unconsciously. He was about to leave when he suddenly heard singing coming from the other corner of the square.

This wouldn't have been a big deal.

But the song from this inexplicable source captured him instantly.

Clear, transparent, ethereal, directly touching the soul.

"Mom is sitting in front of the door

Humming the flowers and the boy

Although it has been many years
I remember her tears

those dark times

Those persistence and panic

in front of parting door
Mom looked at me and said
There is more to life than meets the eye

There are also poems and distant fields

You came into this world with bare hands
Desperate to find that sea. "

(End of this chapter)