From Middle Age: Leisure Life in the Entertainment Industry

Chapter 13 I have a dream

The next day was a cloudy day, which was more suitable for fishing. In the morning, Mingliang and her daughter were still sleeping. Yu Dongqing got up and packed away the fishing equipment, fishing rods, fish hooks, fishing lines, bait, and fish bobbers. There were a lot of them on the rods.

I stuffed all the bags and fish protection bag into the trunk of the car, then put on my sun protection clothes and drove straight to Shangzhuang Reservoir.

Shangzhuang is located in Shangzhuang Town, the northwest suburb of Yanjing, close to the National Cuihu Wetland Park and about 30 kilometers away from the city. The reservoir area is winding and varies in width, making it the first choice for fishing enthusiasts.

Yu Dongqing drove to the agreed fishing park on the north bank of the reservoir and announced that they had arrived. Without saying a word, they packed up their tools and found a spot to start fishing.

Shangzhuang Reservoir is very large, perhaps due to the lack of water in the capital, and the wide lake surface makes people feel a bit luxurious. The surroundings are very quiet, without the noise of tourists, and you can even hear the fish tumbling in the water clearly.

Among the four people, Du Hui is an expert at fishing, so naturally he didn't want to hang out with these newbies. He chose a quiet place early, put down his fishing lines and rods, then put on his sunhat and sat down like an old monk.

Liu Yimin and Zhang Yang are not very good at fishing. Although Zhang Yang is the most active person, he is a very impatient person.

Yu Dongqing's skills were also poor. It turned out that Yu Dongqing was not very interested in this activity, and the fishing gear worth more than 20,000 yuan had dust on it after only a few uses.

Now Yu Dongqing is interested but her level is really limited. After fishing for a long time, she only caught one small crucian carp.

The two of them like to get together and have a great time chatting while fishing.

Let the fragrance of flowers linger on your cheeks and gently close your eyes

Yu Dongqing heard it. It was a song composed by everyone in the university.

But today Liu Yimin came over, sat next to Yu Dongqing with a small horse, put the fishing rod into the water, glanced at Yu Dongqing and said: "Dongqing, I want to discuss something with you?

After saying that, Liu Yimin hummed softly:

"No, you are doing it for his own good. You must say what you need to say." Liu Yimin was very determined: "I will call him now."

"oh?"

"What's the matter?"

They were still in college, and the Qingmanglu Band they formed was somewhat famous in the school. Once, the four of them got drunk and said in front of many classmates: Martin Luther once published the famous "I Have a Dream", and

Our Bronze Band also has a dream, which is to hold concerts and tour across the country.

I once made a small wish in the bright spring

I hope to watch the sky with you under the gorgeous sunset

"So persistent?" Yu Dongqing remained calm and looked at the fish float on the water.

Now that he suddenly heard Zhang Yang mentioning old things again, Yu Dongqing couldn't help but feel a little emotional.

"Forget it, you'd better not say it. Good advice is offensive to the ears, and no one likes to listen to our nagging."

"More importantly, Zhang Wei's voice is very suitable for singing folk songs. Unfortunately, the band's creative ability is average and they can't write good songs of their own. If you don't practice writing well, you will always want to take shortcuts with other people's songs, and you will end up singing folk songs."

not long."

"Because he has never forgotten our original dream. He has an idea that he places on Zhang Wei and the others." Zhang Yang said leisurely.

However, the reality is cruel.

"Can Zhang Wei and the others sing the song "Love Song 1980" you wrote at the Midi Music Festival? This guy doesn't dare to come to you. He came to me several times yesterday and he was so annoyed."

Just like the lyrics of "Oldboy" say:

Life is like a ruthless knife, changing our appearance.

After speaking, Liu Yimin walked to the weeping willow not far away, took out his mobile phone and started talking.

"You also know that folk songs are in a downturn now, and the most fundamental reason for the niche within the niche is that the singers can't produce decent works. If you let them sing this song, you should also consider it as a contribution to the promotion of folk songs.

ah?"

In just one year, the band disbanded and the four of them went their separate ways. Only Yu Dongqing still persisted in the entertainment industry, but he was getting further and further away from his original dream.

"Yimin wants to open his tavern, and I have to take classes. Zhang Yang, don't you care about your music business? Dongqing is even busier. She has to go to work and take care of her daughter. Who can get away?!"

Lunch was served at a farmhouse. In the pavilion, we had spicy fish, braised big rooster, and four plates of cold dishes. It was simple and affordable. We drank some beer. In the middle, we talked about the crazy activities in the backyard of the tavern the night before. Liu Yimin's interest remained undiminished.

.

Yu Dongqing laughed when she heard this.

"Why?"

Hold high the banner of folk music, one song for each city!

Yu Dongqing was silent.

"Holly, when I hear the song you sang, it seems like I'm back in our past. Those days are so nostalgic."

"Hey, Dongqing, do you know why Yimin is so enthusiastic about this matter?"

"To be honest, Zhang Wei is the younger brother of a neighbor of mine. I have seen him often since I was a child. The young man has a good character," Liu Yimin continued.

Of course he remembered how young and frivolous he was at that time.

this?

Liu Yimin was stunned and didn't know what to say for a moment.

"Look what you said, if I don't take it out I'll be sorry for the folk songs. I'll listen to you, but it can only be performed at this midi concert. It can't be performed elsewhere, and it won't be possible to pay the copyright fee!"

"Why?"

Will it wither before it blooms? I have had a dream.

Dreams are always out of reach, should you give up?

"The positioning is not accurate. Since you play folk songs, you should sing them honestly and strive to achieve some results. It's not like them singing folk songs at one time, pop music at another time, and then want to play rock music at the next time."

"Grass!"

After Liu Yimin left, Zhang Yang, who had been silent until now, quietly spoke.

After stepping out of the ivory tower, they first faced pressure in life. Starting a band was very expensive, not to mention going on tour?

"Come on, Yimin, what's the use of just recalling and sighing? Don't pin your hopes on others." Zhang Yang interrupted his humming, waved his hand and said loudly:

"When one day my friends are happy, just reorganize our band. Yimin, you continue to play the drums, I will play my guitar, Du Hui will play his keyboard, and Dongqing, just use his broken throat to sing! Let's sing this from now on.

This song "Love Song 1980" begins! Tour everywhere! I don't charge money, I sing in vain!"

Liu Yimin stared at the water, and after a while he said to Yu Dongqing: "I have told him several times, but he wants to make some achievements in a hurry, but I will definitely take your words with him."

"Do you think I'm too proud? It's just a bad song, what's so great about it?" Yu Dongqing smiled and continued: "Actually, I'm doing this for his own good."

"Originally I didn't want to say this, but you said Zhang Wei has something to do with you, so I'll just say it straight away. I'm not optimistic about Zhang Wei's band."

The name is "Wish"

"Zhang Yang, it's easy for you to say that. Let's not talk about money. It's just us. Where's the time?!" Du Hui sneered and interjected.

Zhang Yang couldn't help but curse after hearing this.

At first I had time but no money, now I have some money but no time.

The atmosphere is a bit dull.

"I tell you guys, don't be so discouraged. There may come a day when we put aside all the trivial matters of the world and go crazy." Yu Dongqing took over the topic: "Life is not just the mundane things in front of you, but also poetry and the fields in the distance.

Well"

(End of chapter)