From Middle Age: Leisure Life in the Entertainment Industry

Chapter 80 "Okay, then go and sing for Widow Zhang!" (please collect all kinds of votes)

"Just him?" In the office of Zhang Chao, the leader of the folk music band, Zhang Chao was very confused when he saw the wrinkled old man with a somewhat restrained expression on his face.

Can he sing the high notes in D?

Zhang Chao's expression naturally fell into Yu Dongqing's eyes. Without explaining, he said to Yu Hongguang: "Uncle San, please sing a piece of it and let Captain Zhang listen."

Yu Hongguang nodded and calmed down. He habitually closed his eyes and opened his mouth to sing, but when he was nervous, he actually ran away.

Zhang Chao frowned slightly.

This detail fell into Yu Hongguang's eyes, which made him even more nervous and even his calves trembled.

When Yu Dongqing saw that it was not good, she quickly pulled him outside the door and whispered: "Uncle San, don't be afraid!"

"But he is the leader of the group, an expert, I am nervous when I think of this."

"Bad expert! Just treat him as the third uncle, the old man in our village who likes to listen to you perform. I ask you, who likes to listen to you perform the most?"

"Widow Zhang at the west end of the village" Yu Hongguang answered timidly.

After breakfast the next morning, Yu Dongqing drove into the car and took Yu Hongguang to his company. He first met Wu Lan, and then went to the recording studio on the eighth floor after a brief introduction.

"Who said that the general's order is not good? I have also played the yangqin."

Be a good man

The two returned to the office again.

When Wu Lan and Yu Dongqing took an old farmer in their fifties into the recording studio, everyone around them whispered.

Peat.

It turns out that I'm still worried.

"You can't say it well by adapting the General Order?"

When Yu Hongguang heard this, he quickly said, "Then don't go to the place where you want the tickets, just go to the place where you don't have money to check it out."

But Yu Dongqing had no choice but to do anything about it.

Yu Hongguang couldn't hear the sound, but he could see his mouth shape:

Just a regret in my heart.

"Hey, where did the old man come from? He's so loud? Come on to Pavarotti?"

Let him sing?!

"Okay, then go and sing for Widow Zhang!"

“Not nervous.”

I.

Yu Dongqing was amused when she looked at Uncle San’s nervous look, but I would never say anything when I comforted her, but I was thinking in my heart, what kind of appearance is this Widow Zhang?

Is it actually my third uncle concerned about it?

He also had a vague hope that if this third uncle sang poorly, it would be his turn.

Soon, the tuner made an OK gesture and started playing.

So he really wanted the song Yu Dongqing to sing and become the title song.

Now the new albums produced by the company are in the final stage. Most of them are written by themselves, and they also include songs written by others, such as the song "The Final Countdown" written by Yu Dongqing, and it is the title song.

Soon, he threw away all distracting thoughts and sang loudly with the accompaniment.

After leaving Zhongle Building, Yu Hongguang got into the car and couldn't help asking, "Dongwa, where are we going now?"

A proud and smirk

Yu Dongqing's face was calm and he ignored the whispers of others. Looking at Yu Hongguang, who became nervous again, whispered: "Uncle San, don't be afraid! They are all Widow Zhang!"

He learned from the news that Yu Dongqing wrote a very explosive theme song for a martial arts drama. Wu Lan himself meant to let him sing it, but Yu Dongqing opposed it and finally recommended his third uncle.

Hot blood and intestinal heat

Yu Hongguang was eating the noodles with mixed sauce. After hearing the news, he put down the bowl and looked at Yu Dongqing with some concern: "Dongwa, I'm still a little worried. What if I messed up? That's not that I've eaten and lived in vain for so long and spent so much money, and I'm sorry for the crew."

In the evening, Yu Dongqing told him the news while taking Uncle San to dinner at a restaurant near the community.

My goodness

This can be sung, but it doesn’t require false sounds to be true sounds.

So Yu Dongqing took his third uncle to visit famous attractions such as Tiananmen Square, Forbidden City, Summer Palace, Badaling Great Wall.

I played for three days before I received a call from Wu Lan: The Central People's Orchestra has recorded the accompaniment belt, and you will take your third uncle to the company to record tomorrow morning.

pity

Of course, what he was even more curious about was how Yu Dongqing’s third uncle was like?

Someone in the company privately rumored that Yu Dongqing had made a fuss for public service.

Yu Hongguang played a stunning look this time, so he simply closed his eyes and stopped looking at the white face opposite him. Instead, he imagined him as the old face of Widow Zhang. He slowly relaxed and sang:

Yu Hongguang nodded when he heard this, and suddenly thought of something nervous: "Dongwa, after you go back to your hometown, don't mention Widow Zhang in front of your third mother! In fact, Widow Zhang just likes to listen to my opera. Sometimes we chat, don't do anything!"

However, Tang Guang hopes to have a Chinese song as the title song. After all, the audience in English is not as good as in Chinese, but among the other nine songs, there is no better choice than "The Final Countdown".

My eldest nephew is quite interesting and touched him.

I fell.

Yu Dongqing took a deep breath: "Then treat him as Widow Zhang! Are you still nervous when she listened to you singing?"

Yu Hongguang's high and bright voice suddenly alarmed the entire third floor, and people in the surrounding offices ran out to peek.

Can still sing!

"Take you to visit Yanjing City and go to the attractions!"

"Uncle San, don't worry, the little money you spent is nothing to a crew." Yu Dongqing smiled and comforted: "Besides, why did you mess it up? Didn't you sing well in front of Captain Zhang that day? You just treat everyone in the recording studio as Widow Zhang!"

"Uncle San, I can't spend a lot of money. Besides, you finally came to Yanjing. How could you not take you to play?"

"I don't know, I heard that people say they still sing Huayin old tunes. Someone specifically recommends singing, which is the general order that the troupe is rehearsing!"

Yu Dongqing actually asked her third uncle to sing the song she wrote!

I don’t know what happened to the news, but someone in the company actually knew about it, so he gathered a bunch of curious people in the recording studio.

"Widow Zhang"!

He suddenly laughed.

Well, you must take a good look after you go back.

He did not resent Yu Dongqing for this. If it weren't for the song, he would probably have returned to his hometown in Jiangxi long ago.

Where did you find the farmers?!

"What is the General Order? It's obviously a popular song. I heard it's a soundtrack for the TV series!"

As a result, Li Wei, who was closest to him, heard it with a look of shock.

More lighter than the sun.

Zhang Chao was stunned.

Hot blood is better than red sunlight

When he reached the ending group's high notes, Yu Hongguang suddenly increased his octave!

The familiar musical rhythm appeared in Yu Hongguang's ears again.

What does Widow Zhang mean?

It seems that the women who are in the future are not as widowed?

Yu Dongqing took Yu Hongguang into the singing room, helped him put on his headphones and told him some details in detail, then went out to look at him through the glass, and said three more words.

In the office, Zhang Chao woke up from the shock and quickly said, "Okay, okay! I will let the performance picture be rehearsed in tune D! Try to show up as soon as possible!"

"This crew will not be reimbursed, I will leave it." Yu Dongqing smiled.

The conversation between the two was directly wrong.

Yu Hongguang suddenly felt refreshed. This was what he had always dreamed of!

Suddenly he thought of something again and asked carefully: "Dongwa, who pays for the ticket to the attractions? Is it still a crew?"

Tang Guang is one of them.

When the last few lyrics were sung with high octaves, the entire recording studio was silent.

Tang Guang left quietly.

He knew that he could not sing this song in public now, and it should be forever.

Because no one can sing a high note like his third uncle.

Thanks to 08a, Xicheng Xueerlang for the reward, thanks to njlmw, book friend 150722171703663, rusty kitchen knife, book friend 2022091141122371, book friend 2023020401044622, werewolves' monthly tickets for reading books

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