Chinese entertainment for engineering students

Back in the small courtyard, the energetic young men from Black Horse had already rested, and the courtyard was pitch dark.

Wang Xu held the dazed girl in his hands, casually wetted the towel, wiped it with Wang Fei, and then fell asleep with his arms around the girl.

There are no arrangements for today. The little girls have been given two days off. They should come back tomorrow to pick up the tapes. Wang Xu hugged the girl and slept comfortably.

Wang Xu's body was magically warm in winter and cool in summer, which made Wang Fei feel nostalgic, and she would not let go of her even when she fell asleep. On this hot day, I would be sweating every time I moved. However, holding Wang Xu felt like holding an air conditioner, which was extremely comfortable.

Wang Xu also knows this characteristic of a confidant. It has no effect on him anyway. If you want to hug him, he can hug him. He also feels comfortable.

The two slept soundly until the afternoon, when their alarming stomach finally woke them up.

"I'm hungry"

"I'm hungry too"

"What are you waiting for"

Two bowls of fried noodles finally revived the two hungry lovers, who looked at each other and laughed.

"Beep beep beep"

While Wang Xu was still looking for the source of the sound, Wang Fei had already taken a small black square out of her small bag.

Pager, I haven't seen this thing in years. Wang Xu looked at the little thing the girl was playing with and was filled with thoughts.

He actually forgot about this thing. It is said that there was this thing in the memory of his predecessor. He even recorded the paging numbers of many people in his address book, but he just didn't notice it.

It was dark under the lamp, and Wang Xu missed the convenience of mobile phones more than once. But today’s mobile phones are still called Big Brother. This thing is now a high-end thing, with a price of tens of thousands, and it is usually used by social elders to hold cups.

Not only are they expensive, they are also heavy, weighing almost two kilograms each. There are many problems with using analog signals, and they are better used for fighting than making phone calls.

Wang Xu gave up the idea of ​​using mobile phones in this era after some consideration. He happened to forget that there is another communication tool called paging.

This should be the first thing that brings people into the 996 era. Since the advent of this thing, it is no longer a problem for the boss to find you. Finding a place to call back has officially become a nightmare for many workers.

The more Wang Xu thinks about it, the happier he becomes. The time when he can find you at any time has actually arrived unknowingly. But people still flock to it. Carrying a BP machine is a standard equipment for elites that is envied by many people.

"People from the company are looking for me, but they all find themselves in the imperial capital. I have to find a place to return the call." Wang Fei frowned slightly and said with a displeased face.

"Then go to Kunlun Hotel. You can also take a shower," Wang Xu suggested.

"Okay, let's go. I hope it's not a bad thing." Wang Fei was obviously unhappy. She was currently in a passionate affair, so she didn't want the company to disturb her.

"How many years do you have left on the contract you signed with the company?" This was the first time Wang Xu asked about Wang Fei's work.

"There are still several years left. I was supposed to make a new album this year, but because last year's album did not perform well, the company gave up.

It’s not like I don’t want to do it, but they want to fine me money.

I came here under the pretense of going to the United States to study, hehe. "

"Didn't you release an album this year?"

"The company has released a collection of selected products to make money. The company also plans to release another selected collection, which is boring." Wang Fei obviously has little interest in this kind of collection.

"The Xiangjiang Company is just like that, it's really boring," Wang Xu agreed.

"I want to change my name back, but the company won't let me."

"I also think Wang Jingwen is very unsophisticated. There will be opportunities in the future. Just change companies later. It's best to find a reliable agent first."

Xiangjiang Company sounds high-end, but in fact it is just that. In the final analysis, it is just to make money. At least the stage name Wang Jingwen changed to Wang Fei, Wang Xu felt that it was scum, and had a strong smell of third-rate romance novels.

At this time, Wang Fei's contract was still with Xinyibao, and the backstage was PolyGram, which was a small and medium-sized record company. Wang Jingwen was their biggest talent, and she was a typical example of being able to catch a sheep.

Wang Xu can't help much now. It's not difficult to copy a few songs, but a record is by no means just a matter of a few songs. Production, distribution, promotion, and charts are already well established in Xiangjiang, but the mainland is still very young and there are not many professionals.

While we were chatting, a car appeared in the field of vision. Yes, it was empty. Wang Fei put on her sunglasses, waved, and stopped in front of the two of them with a squeaking sound. Speaking of which, this thing is really good. Wang Xu vaguely remembers a song that sang about it.

"Since I got the ten-yuan noodles, I can go home no matter how late or far away I am."

“Kunlun Hotel”

"Walk"

Just as Wang and Xu were rushing to the Kunlun Hotel, a little girl was anxiously rushing to the Diplomatic Restaurant. Yes, she was the little girl who bravely looked for a chance for herself in front of Wang Xiaojing.

When we arrived at the Diplomatic Restaurant, today's banquet was about to begin. As soon as we entered the private room, there were already three large tables packed inside.

Beer, liquor, and all kinds of hard dishes have already been placed on the table, and there is a lot of people drinking and drinking.

When they saw someone entering the private room, everyone stopped their chopsticks and looked at the little girl who had just entered the room.

The little girl is not tall, just over 1.6 meters tall. She wears a black T-shirt, a black short skirt, and high-heeled sandals. She has long hair, a round face, and a little baby fat. Her pretending to be mature cannot hide her youthful face.

The dark cyan eye shadow, gorgeous red lips, and pale foundation all give off a cheap feel. It's fine if you're in a bar, dance hall or the like at night, after all, the dim lights come with a blur function.

It's a pity that it's daytime now, and it really gives people a sense of déjà vu as a street girl.

The little girl stood at the door, looking at the suddenly quiet box in front of her. There was an oversized box, three tables of people, and a small stage with various musical instruments. The scene was a bit big, and she suddenly panicked.

There must be more than twenty people at the three tables. Most of them are men, with long hair, bald heads, slender faces, smoking cigarettes, carrying wine bottles, all kinds of weird shapes. The only thing they have in common is that everyone is looking at me, their eyes full of teasing. .

"I asked Wang Xiaojing, and he asked me to sing." No matter how much she traveled, she was only a sixteen-year-old girl. On such an occasion, her voice was a little shaky.

Seeing the little girl's nervousness, a woman who looked to be in her twenties stood up and walked to the little girl's side.

"Wang Xiaojing said, my name is Li Mei, you come and sit next to me first, and you will go on stage to sing later."

With that said, Li Mei led the little girl to Wang Xiaojing's table at the end, and arranged to sit next to her. On the other side of her was a man with a sinister face, which made the little girl feel familiar, but she couldn't pronounce his name for a while.

"Not bad, you really dare to come. Take a couple of bites first, you're welcome." Wang Xiaojing had a little admiration in his eyes. He wanted to test this girl's courage, but it seems to be okay now.

"You are just superfluous. I will say that anyone who dares to break into Maxim alone will not dare to come in." Lao Cui never showed mercy when he squeezed Wang Xiaojing. The relationship between the two of them had already gone beyond ordinary cooperation.

"Yes, yes, you can. I'll pour the little girl a drink as an apology." Wang Xiaojing didn't mind, took the cup and poured a glass of beer for the little girl.

"Don't ask the little girl if she drinks." Li Mei stretched out her hand to stop her. If she didn't stop her, let it go. In those days, there was really no concept of minors. If you were served at the wine table, you would be considered an adult. It was normal to pour wine.

"You can drink it, you can drink it." The little girl stood up and bent down to thank her. She was obviously not ignorant of the rules.

"Just drink two drinks if you can. Girls are never advised to drink here. Just control yourself." Wang Xiaojing poured the wine, then he was done, and turned around to continue chatting with the others.

Li Mei took on the responsibility of taking care of the little girl and asked

"What's your name and how old are you?"

"My name is Luo Qi, I am seventeen this year."

"Where are you from?"

“from Jiangyou Province”

"You came to the imperial capital by yourself?"

"Um"

“So brave”

Just when Li Mei was chatting with Luo Qi, Wang Xiaojing stopped what he was doing and stood up with a glass of wine.

"Everyone, everyone"

The people in the box were all summoned by Wang Xiaojing, and they didn't start drinking at the moment. When they heard Wang Xiaojing's greeting, they immediately stopped their movements out of shame.

That was the way dinner parties were in the imperial capital at that time, especially the so-called big wine parties, which could take several hours from start to finish, and sometimes people could change groups.

This has nothing to do with the so-called concept of time or racial superiority or inferiority. It was entirely because the communication methods and transportation methods at that time were not convenient. After making an appointment with each other, no one knew whether they could arrive in time.

The boss has something to do, the work has something to do, and the wife has something to do. At that time, anyone who was late for dinner would wear a three-piece suit. Being late by ten or twenty minutes is not a big deal, but being late by an hour or two is normal.

"Welcome everyone, we are all friends who play rock music. We haven't gotten together for a long time. Today we are looking for a reason to join in the fun.

The main reason is that many bands have come to the imperial capital recently, and I was lucky enough to invite one today. Let us welcome these brothers from far away and introduce to you the dark horse band from Yizhou."

Wang Xiaojing explained the reason for the dinner and introduced the guests. The members of the Dark Horse band stood up and nodded in salute. This can be regarded as a ceremony.

Just like in the past, people went to the dock to seek a living. Although they are not so violent now, this habit still exists in various circles.

Traveling to a place, meeting local snakes, and making connections not only ensures safety, but also broadens the path. No, after a roundabout introduction, Dark Horse caught up with Wang Xiaojing and successfully found the temple gate.

Although Wang Xiaojing has not been named Godfather, he is quite famous in the Beijing rock circle. Although this guy doesn't really play music, he should be considered a music businessman.

But I also grew up in the music circle since I was a child, and my appreciation ability is not weak under the influence of my ears and eyes. Later, I discovered Lao Cui and used my personal network resources to help Lao Cui successfully break out of the music circle and get out of the underground.

He later even created a women's band called Twelve Bands, which became a sensation in RB and made folk music successfully break out of the circle for the first time.

It was also a great opportunity for the Dark Horse Band to meet him. This was the case in the previous life, and it should be no exception now.

At the main table of the banquet were Wang Xiaojing, Lao Cui and some of their friends, such as Li Mei's husband Zang Shuo, plus several bosses of big venues.

Today, the Dark Horse Band was placed at the second table. This table was composed of some local members of the Imperial City who play underground rock. The third table was assigned to a group of people who do not play music but are inseparable from the rock circle. They are from small venues. Boss, equipment dealer, etc.

Speaking of which, these people are the main sponsors, but when it comes to gatherings in the music industry, they become the fringes. Businessmen are snobbish and practical.

When you're just a mariachi trying to make a living, you have to beg them for a chance. But when you are a famous musician who is famous all over the world, it is the other way around.

How could a gathering in the rock circle be without music? Wang Xiaojing also asked Luo Qi to sing at this stage. This hotel can be said to be Wang Xiaojing's home court. Wang Xiaojing's family is in the diplomatic field.

This allowed him to be exposed to the overseas world since he was a child, and he also accepted Western music from a young age, from classical to modern, from jazz to rock. As a listener, he is very good at it.

In China, which has been closed for decades, this group of people had the opportunity to contact overseas people during the closed era. After the opening up, they can be said to be like a fish in water. They have become the leaders of Chinese fashion and the group of people who influence the trend.

After drinking for thirty years, the Dark Horse band picked up their chores, walked onto the small stage, and started playing some warm-up music. This has been arranged long ago. When you come to visit the pier, you have to make your way first.

The dark horse didn't give up, and the saxophone first showed off with Kelly King's Homecoming, followed by a piece of jazz and a piece of rock. The rhythm changes from slow to unrestrained, allowing the atmosphere to gradually transition from the wine table to the music.

"You are very particular. It seems that you often play for banquets." Lao Cui praised him. He came from the symphony band and was very supportive of people who played music.

"That's right, I have a really good foundation. I play the instrument in a decent way, not a wild person," Zang Shuo said, giving an affirmative answer.

"Well, they are all from majors, from Yizhou Conservatory of Music, and their families have some background." Wang Xiaojing explained that his friends had introduced them to him.

"It's rare. It's one of those who have dreams." Lao Cui directly affirmed that Yizhou Conservatory of Music is not an unknown person in Southwest China. It can even be said to be famous, and it is one of the top music schools in China.

In this era when enrollment has not yet been expanded and school packages are allocated, students who graduate from Yizhou Conservatory of Music can basically find a good place to go, at least as a music teacher in a county middle school.

If you are willing to leave your comfortable environment and venture out, it is impossible without some pursuit.

"Little girl, go ahead and sing." Wang Xiaojing suddenly turned his head and raised his chin to Luo Qi, who was immersed in cooking. This is the habit of many people in the imperial capital, especially the children who come from the ministries and commissions compound.

They thought this greeting was special, and later it was gradually brought to the entire imperial capital by various stubborn masters, and eventually became the standard for children in the imperial capital.

Luo Qi is still a little confused. She is rebellious, but also confused. Her parents are divorced, her father either disappears or beats her, and her mother works day and night to earn a meager income to support the family.

As a result, she learned badly and became a bad girl who skipped school, skipped classes, smoked, drank, and got tattoos. But after all, she is still only 16 years old. She only knows how to express her dissatisfaction through rebellion, but she has no idea what the future holds.

In her most confused days, music became her only hobby, because this hobby was the cheapest and did not even cost any money.

She just needed to sit at the door of the video store and listen quietly, until one day, he heard "I am a Little Bird" by Zhao Chuan.

She cried, crying hard, and the rain poured heavily. She suddenly understood, understood the song, and began to face herself for the first time.

She escaped the environment that degraded her, went out to work, and joined a song and dance troupe as a part-time job, becoming a person who could support herself. She began to send money to her mother so that her mother would no longer have to work so hard.

Until one time, she bravely stood up. When a singer was absent from a certain performance due to illness, she volunteered to sing on stage and sang "I am a little bird".

She succeeded, and her metallic voice won her the favor of the song and dance troupe leader, and she officially became a singer. This bravery gave her some hope for the future for the first time.

She still plans to sing this song today. This is another important opportunity for her, just like the one in the song and dance troupe, and even more important.

"What song should I sing?" Zhou Di didn't feel any surprise when he received the instruction to accompany the little girl. A dinner party couldn't just be to introduce his band.

Looking at the little girl who was walking a little stiffly, Zhou Di unexpectedly felt a little sympathetic. Her legs that couldn't bend must be nervous.

"I'm a little bird, can you?" Luo Qi still spoke in a dazed manner. In fact, she didn't usually speak like this.

"Remove the word "nu", what's the key?" Zhou Di curled his lips. This little girl spoke so rudely, forget it, little girl.

"F key"

"The F in F CDEF?" asked Dimeng Zhou. As a band that has been playing accompaniment for almost two years, this song has been played ten to twenty times, not to mention the accompaniment. This is the first time I heard someone asked for the F key. .

This song is originally high, rising three notes. Is this confidence or madness? Boys and girls usually speak about an octave different, which is mainly concentrated in the middle and low range.

But singing, especially the real voice parts of tenor and soprano are almost the same. There is no big difference between the top male singers and female singers in the highest notes.

This sudden increase of three degrees, Zhou Di didn't believe it. Unless she uses falsetto, but can the song she chose really be sung in falsetto?

"Well, yes, that's the F," the little girl confirmed with a serious expression on her face.

Looking at the serious and determined look on the little girl's face, Zhou Di nodded, "Okay, do you need to settle the tone first? I see you are a little nervous."

The little girl nodded. She was usually very confident, but today, she was a little nervous.

So Zhou Di played a melody for the little girl, in the key of F she wanted, until the little girl nodded to indicate she was ready.

"Da da da" is the clear sound of the drumsticks hitting each other. For the first time, the drummer gave a clear sign of the start of the collaboration.

Guitars, keyboards, and drums all come in, and the prelude begins. When the music started playing, Luo Qi suddenly felt less nervous. This was the field she was most familiar with.

"Sometimes I feel like a little bird. I want to fly, but I can't fly high."

The hotel room became quiet at a speed visible to the naked eye. What the dark horse failed to do with three songs, the little girl did it with just one sentence.

Everyone stopped what they were doing. This voice was thick, pure and moist.

Is the starting tone too high? What should I do next?

But the little girl quickly told everyone with her strength, Gao? nonexistent.

"I am searching and searching for a warm embrace. Is this request too high?"

Full of emotions, a round and thick alto, a sudden high pitch, with a bright metallic color, it simply soared out of the sky, as if it suddenly turned into a sharp sword, tearing the sky, tearing apart white clouds, and cutting through the void. .