House Dad’s Literary Life

In the recording studio of Gangcheng and Tianxiang, Chen Yujie was sitting in front of the piano and playing with his eyes closed. He was very casual, and he didn't know if he was contaminated with Yang Lan's habits, a pair of shorts, a pair of slippers, and the image of his usual concert time.

But perhaps, playing "Long Time No See" means that you need such a random, you don't need the audience to pay attention to his skin, just close your eyes and listen quietly.

"Hold you, give the photo, the street that you are familiar with..." The low voice was intoxicated and intoxicated, and Chen Yujie played the song more exciting.

"Oh, it’s a pity, this is a Mandarin song." Next to a jacket and a cowboy hat, the cool man shook his head in a pitiful manner, and said Chen Yijie, who still sang after the sing.

He is the music producer of Chen Haojie's new album, and Mao Su, the deputy director of Tianxiang Music. He himself is an excellent lyricist, and he doesn't know how many singers.

"Mandarin songs are not impossible. I have sung a lot of Mandarin songs before." Chen Yujie said.

Mao Su touched his moustache and smiled: "I don't like this song. On the contrary, I also think this song is very good. Just Eason, you have to be clear about the positioning of your album. The songs inside are Cantonese. But the title song is a Mandarin song. Will it not bother to both sides?"

Chen Yujie looked serious and he realized the problem.

Mao Su went on to say: "If Eason's album is based on Cantonese songs and contains a Mandarin song, there is no big problem."

Chen Yujie thought about it for a moment, but he shook his head and said, "No, choose to be the main player, and don't fight together."

The main other songs, compared with this, the gap is somewhat obvious, put "long time no see" in the back position, but it is easier to take the lead.

Mao Su thought of the way. He fisted his fist and the eyes under the cowboy hat were a little excited: "This way, we are looking for someone to help, use this song, and fill in the lyrics of a Cantonese song! Use the Cantonese version as the main hit, use the Mandarin version to do The second title song, so you don't have to worry anymore!"

This idea is really good, Chen Yujie is nodding. Mao Su has begun to figure out which master to help fill in the words, but there are four ghosts in Gangcheng...

"I think, I can let Yang Sheng try!" Chen Yujie suddenly said.

"Yang Sheng? Is the songwriter of this song, Muzi Ang?" Mao Su asked in surprise. "Do he still understand Cantonese?"

"Mu Zi Ang is his stage name, as for Cantonese..." Chen Yujie recalled their conversation that day, because his Mandarin communication was not a problem, but he encountered a card in the negotiation, so he simply talked about Cantonese, and Yang Lan Acting as a translator for Mandarin and Cantonese...

"Not only will he be proficient!" Chen Yujie smiled slightly. "Yang Sheng, he speaks Cantonese better than many people in Hong Kong!"

Although Mao Su will still be suspicious, Chen Yujie still insisted on asking Yang Lan for help. After a phone call, Yang Lan said after thinking about it, "Okay, give me one night!"

In fact, Yang Lan promised to come down because the song itself has a Cantonese version! And the level of sophistication is not lower than the Mandarin version - kidding? Lin Xi filled the words! Where did the difference go?

However, Yang Lan did not intend to be too shocking, so he left a gap for one night.

But this is enough to be shocking! Chen Yujie and Mao Su do not quite believe that Yang Lan can fill in a Cantonese lyrics one night.

But the next day, they stupidly saw the computer mailbox, lying quietly an e-mail, really filled out the lyrics?

"Is it better to not see?" From the rhyme of the lyrics, the Cantonese lyrics are correct.

But just looking at the name of this song, Chen Yujie and Mao Su suddenly felt the heavy weight of this song.

"Try?" Mao Su still has some doubts.

Chen Yujie is very serious: "Try it!"

The prelude to the loneliness of the piano opened the curtain.

"The head is wet, it is inevitable..." Chen Yujie is a singer with a super-level. Looking at the printed lyrics, he pondered for a while and sang the charm he deserved.

"Port City always attached to raindrops

Yawning in the morning

It’s all about seeing you...”

Unexpectedly nice? Mao Su started his spirit. He seemed to be the best, and he closed his eyes seriously and carefully tasted it.

"Looking for a dusty shop, I can't get back to the day of love..."

The lyrics in front are quite dull, and the intoxicating scent is slowly brewing in the plain. Finally, it is about to start breaking out.

"Aura is probably polluted early, who is going to live the same?" Chen Yujie used a little trick here to sing the helplessness in the lyrics, as if sighing gently.

"The more I want to meet and find out, the decade between them.

The smile that I want to see, only miss..."

In fact, after hearing this, there is no need to experiment again. It is absolutely certain that Yang Lan filled out a perfect Cantonese lyric. I am afraid that I can't do better by looking for the four ghosts.

But now is not the time to evaluate the lyrics.

Mao Su listened with his eyes closed, listened to the sorrow, listened to the despair that could not be recovered, listened to the sorrowful and heartbreaking sentimental, unconsciously, tears falling behind the sunglasses.

He was still unmarried in his forties, and he remembered his first love. Although he had been in contact with many women, the eight years of his youth were most memorable.

Yes, the smile that I want to see, only the nostalgia, only the memory of her, smile like a flower.

"...I have waited for a hundred years, I have already understood

Even see you again

Performing maturely..."

What can I do if I see it? The two people are naturally showing each other, and calmly asking each other what happened recently?

What happened to you? She is already married to another wife, no longer the shy girl in his arms.

What changes have you seen? Adding pain and sadness?

Chen Yujie gently spit out the last sentence: "It's better not to see..."

Ok……

"Mr. Mao! Teacher Mao!" The song and the piano sound did not know when it was heard. Chen Yujie’s call made Mao Su finally return to God.

"Mr. Mao, what do you think of this song? I am very interested!" Chen Yujie was very excited. He said, "It should be good to be the main song?"

Mao Su silently wiped the tears under the sunglasses. He coughed twice and said: "Yes, very good! If I didn't see it with my own eyes, I thought it was an authentic Hong Kong city." Eason, when you sing, there are a few paragraphs that haven’t been processed..."

Mature men can always hide their inner feelings very well.

After adjusting Eason, Mao Su went to Hu Yuxiang's office.

"Ami, how is Eason's new album done?" Hu Yuxiang had a good relationship with Mao Su, and personally poured tea on him, smiling and caring.

"No problem, we are basically ready to work, record the MV and the last two songs, and release the album in July!" Mao Su smiled confidently. "I can't wait to see Eason's new album hot sale." It!"

“Hey? So confident?” Hu Yuxiang joked.

"Of course, I don't just have confidence in Eason, but I have confidence in the lyricist recommended by your father! Maybe we can shock the platinum record!" Mao Su said.

"My father? Hey, you said that Yang Lan?" Hu Yuxiang's memory is still good, although he has to manage a lot of things.

"Yes! Lao Hu, we may have a treasure!" Mao Su took a deep breath. "He is a genius!"

"If I can, I hope that the company will strengthen his attention and inspection. Before other companies have unearthed Yang Lan, sign him down and use the best contract..."