Middle age: leisurely life in the entertainment industry

"I watched her drive away in a man's Mercedes-Benz and I didn't know how I got back to the rental house."

"Do you hate her?" Zhao Yawen interjected.

"No, no, I don't hate her." Tang Guang shook his head quickly: "A good friend of mine, Dapeng, is right. This is normal. When you talk about the shabby house I rented, you didn't dare to say anything about what you did to her. , you let A-Xuan live with you? Unless she is really a fool."

"Later he advised me not to bother and go back to my hometown honestly. I agreed. The next day I bought a train ticket back to my hometown and was about to go to the station when I didn't expect to receive a call from the company. So I am very grateful to you, Teacher Yu. Here’s to you.”

After saying that, Tang Guang staggered and picked up the wine glass.

"Tang Guang, stop drinking, you're drunk." Zhao Yawen quickly stopped her.

"It's okay. I'm not drunk. I'm happy today, really." Tang Guang looked at Zhao Yawen with red eyes.

"I feel really happy to be able to say this today!" After speaking, Tang Guang raised his glass and drank it down.

Yu Dongqing drank the wine in the glass with her.

He was not much surprised by what happened to Tang Guang.

In the original time and space, famous singers such as Zhao Lei, Yang Kun, Jin Zhiwen, etc. had the difficult experience of wandering in the North.

But they all succeeded, and I don’t know how many unknown singers are still living in basements eating instant noodles and persisting.

On the one hand, I love music and on the other hand, I also hope to make some money.

Looking at Tang Guang who was already drunk, Yu Dongqing sighed deeply and said.

"We've almost eaten, let's go."

"good"

Yu Dongqing and Zhao Yawen helped Tang Guang, who was already drunk, downstairs and took a taxi to Jinye Apartment. Zhao Yawen said she would take care of Tang Guang for a while and let Yu Dongqing go home first.

Yu Dongqing didn't say anything, nodded and left the room.

"Teacher Yu." Zhao Yawen suddenly called him.

"Um?"

Yu Dongqing turned around.

"Teacher Yu, please help Tang Guang. I have listened to his album. To be honest, it is not outstanding except for one or two songs. Don't let him never get another chance like me."

Yu Dongqing understood what she meant.

If it weren't for the song "Bai Suzhen at the foot of Qingcheng Mountain" that made Zhao Yawen famous again and attracted the attention of the company, she would probably still be singing covers of some old songs to gain popularity.

"I know, you should go back to school early and rest."

After Yu Dongqing finished speaking, she turned around and walked out of the room.

Back at his home, Yu Dongqing thought of what happened to Tang Guang and sighed slightly.

He is just a microcosm among the thousands of Beidiao troops.

I hate this city, but I also love this city.

Just like "Bei Jing Bei Jing" sung by Wang Feng.

Yu Dongqing turned on the computer, quickly wrote a lyrics score, and sent it to Tang Guang's mailbox.

In the apartment, it was already the next morning when Tang Guang woke up.

He felt remorseful thinking about what had happened this afternoon. Why do you drink so much when you can't drink enough? a shame.

Also, did Teacher Yu go back to listen to his album at night?

I got up from the bed and looked for a drink of water, but I saw a new email notification in my QQ mailbox on my phone next to my pillow.

He picked up his phone and opened his mailbox, and was immediately refreshed. It was a new song sent by Yu Dongqing!

He quickly started humming according to the composition:

When I walk on every street here

My heart never seems to be at peace

In addition to the roar of the engine and the sound of electricity

I seem to hear its candle-like heartbeat

I'm laughing here I'm crying here

I live here and die here

I'm praying here I'm confused here

I'm looking for you here and I'm losing it here too

beijingbeijing

As he sang, Tang Guang burst into tears.

Tang Guang's album "Bei Jing, Bei Jing" was finally released before the Chinese New Year, and even the album title was something he strongly requested to be changed to.

Wu Lan respected his opinion.

As soon as it was released, the album's theme song of the same name became widely circulated and began to climb up the major charts, approaching the level of "The Story of Time"

Music critic Huang Zhengkai commented on these two songs:

Sometimes when a song is hummed, some people burst into tears, while others feel confused and shout that they don’t understand. But at a certain point in time, after you have experienced life, you will suddenly realize it and burst into tears.

If "The Story of Time" is written about the past, that era of fluttering white clothes, it was an era full of talent, style, strength and warmth.

The song "Bei Jing Bei Jing" is written about the present. The people in the MV of the theme song are people living in rented houses, people hugging and laughing at the camera in Tiananmen Square, and people eating on the construction site. People who pack lunch are riding their bikes to work and are stuck in intersection waiting for the light to turn green.

They have similar temperaments: high-rise buildings, chaotic street scenes, ordinary men and women, running around in many inconspicuous corners of this big city in order to survive.

I miss the past, and I yearn for the future, but not now.

Today is the 23rd of the twelfth lunar month, the Lunar New Year in the north. As usual, Yu Dongqing spent it at her father-in-law's house.

My daughter Tongtong is on winter vacation and doesn’t need to be picked up and dropped off every day, but the little girl still likes to stay at her grandfather’s house. My daughter said that my grandpa’s house has a yard and a puppy. When it snows, you can play in the yard and make snowmen. But we don’t have anything at home. Sometimes we have to climb stairs when the elevator stops to go upstairs.

All right

Daughter, you can stay if you want. Your grandpa's courtyard house is worth at least 60 million, and your dad can't afford it for the time being.

Yesterday I went to Jinye to find Wu Lan and sign the "BJBJ" singing agreement. As the songwriter, Yu Dongqing can get 15% of the income after royalties, which is relatively high.

Of course, if you want to sing with singers from other companies, you can, as long as you pay the copyright royalties for the songs.

These were all communicated on the phone, and it didn't take much time to sign the contract, but it was annoying to travel back and forth in such a cold weather.

After dinner, Yu Dongqing talked about preparing to take her daughter back to her hometown in two days to celebrate the New Year.

Although the father-in-law and mother-in-law are a little reluctant to part with their granddaughter, it is still right to visit their grandparents. After all, they have not been back for the Chinese New Year for three consecutive years.

"Tongtong, you stay at grandpa's house tomorrow. I'll go to Wukesong Photography City to buy some things and then take you home, okay?" Yu Dongqing said to her daughter.

The daughter didn't want to.

"I'm not going back. I want to play at grandpa's house and play with Huahua."

Huahua is a Pekingese dog raised by my father-in-law.

"We have to prepare. We will go back to our grandparents' house in two days." Yu Dongqing patiently persuaded.

"Holly, you are busy with your business. If Tongtong wants to play here, let her play. Then take her back before leaving." Mother-in-law Liu Huiyan interjected.

She couldn't bear it either.

Yu Dongqing was helpless. He was really worried that the old man had spoiled his daughter.

Meili was sitting on the sofa playing with her mobile phone. When she heard Yu Dongqing say that she was going to Wukesong, she asked, "Brother-in-law, where are you going? Haven't you already bought a camera?"

"No, I'll buy a DV for now."

Yu Dongqing talked about his plans and said that he wanted to take pictures of something when he returned to his hometown, such as the customs and customs of his hometown, especially the old Huayin dialect.

"You know that my third uncle sings the old tune very well. I am going to see if I can make a documentary about the Huayin old tune."

Meimei's eyes lit up when she heard this.

"Brother-in-law, I'll go back with you!"

As soon as these words came out, the whole room was shocked.