Middle age: leisurely life in the entertainment industry

There was a heavy rain in the Imperial Capital last night.

Today, the morning after the rain is particularly refreshing, sweeping away the haze of the past, with blue sky, white clouds, and clear blue sky.

Tang Guang carried his luggage and walked silently on the street alone.

The luggage was very simple, except for an old travel bag and a guitar that had been with him for eight years.

After staying in this city for eight full years, I gained nothing and lost a lot.

Including his girlfriend who came to the imperial capital with him.

Her name is A Xuan.

When we broke up last night, it rained heavily in the Imperial Capital, the kind of rain that made it hard to open your eyes.

The wind was also very strong, so strong that Tang Guang felt that A-Xuan was clearly standing in front of him, but he still felt that he could not see her clearly.

A-Xuan said: "Tang Guang, let's get together and part ways."

Her voice was not loud, as if it was drowned in the heavy rain, but Tang Guang heard it, indeed she heard it.

He held an umbrella, but he didn't even have the courage to save her in the end.

The car not far away kept its headlights on, making it dazzling.

Two whistles sounded, and A-Xuan ran out from under his umbrella without giving him a chance to say goodbye. This was the final outcome for the two of them.

Tang Guang stood blankly in the rain.

It must be warm in the car now. Ah Xuan won't freeze. It was a Mercedes-Benz. He didn't know how much it cost, but he knew the brand.

At about ten o'clock that night, my friend Dapeng came and took Tang Guang to drink. Erguotou cost ten yuan a bottle. In his ten-square-meter rental house, rain seeped in at the door and the entire ground was wet. They drank from bottles, and there was only enough room for a plate of peanuts on the palm-sized carton.

Dapeng said: The peanuts are from the day before yesterday. There is no need for a refrigerator today. They can be eaten for a few days.

Tang Guang lowered his head and squeezed out one last sentence: "Axuan found a rich man.

The peanuts in Dapeng's hand were crushed into pieces. He had already predicted that A Xuan and Tang Guang would break up sooner or later.

"It's okay, it's normal!"

Dapeng took a sip of wine, leaving less than half of the bottle of Erguotou.

At that time, Tang Guang realized that he wanted to cry, but he didn't know why he couldn't cry.

"As for the shabby house you rented, xxoo didn't dare to say anything. Why would you let A-Xuan live with you? Unless she is really a fool." Dapeng said.

Tang Guang felt angry after hearing this, and flipped the table over. No, it was a paper box. The plate of peanuts fell all over the corner of the narrow rental house in Dapeng. It was out of reach of the broom and couldn't be seen with open eyes.

Dapeng picked up a few peanuts on the ground and drank the wine in one gulp.

He said: "Tang Guang, you boy, please go home and find a decent job to marry a wife."

He stayed up all night.

At dawn, he decided to follow Dapeng's advice and prepare to leave, leaving this city that made him sad.

When he arrived at the subway station, he was just about to get on the subway bound for the train station when his cell phone rang. It was an unfamiliar landline number.

Tang Guang was stunned but still answered. A sweet but emotionless female voice came from inside: "Is this Mr. Tang Guang? I am from the Artist Management Department of Jinye Records. Your resume and works have been approved. Please Come to my company for an interview as soon as possible.”

Passed? !

Tang Guang was stunned for a moment.

The noise around me suddenly seemed to fade away, and only one voice echoed in my mind:

Review passed!

You want me to go for an interview!

It took him a while to wake up. There was already a busy tone on the phone.

Tang Guang calmed down, turned around and got on the opposite subway, carrying his travel bag and guitar.

Although the future is still difficult and long, there is hope.

Yes, hope, even the faintest ray of light.

Of course, Yu Dongqing didn't know that his words could change a person's fate. As soon as he went to work this morning, Li Wei came over and said excitedly.

"Hey, Brother Yu, I heard that the company signed a new rock singer. His voice exploded, and he sang the full version of "The Final Countdown" written by Sister Yun."

oh?

Signed?

Yu Dongqing has never met Tang Guang in person, but his voice alone should be fine, not to mention providing him with such a good song?

"Not bad, right?" Yu Dongqing replied casually.

"Of course it's good! Sister Yun wrote the song." Li Wei smiled at Luo Yun in the front row and said, "Sister Yun, your composing skills have greatly improved."

After hearing this, Luo Yun turned her head but was not very happy. She snorted coldly and said, "Li Wei, do you think I can write such a complete song?!"

Li Wei was suddenly confused: "It's strange. It's said throughout the company that you wrote it. After all, the first half is yours."

Luo Yun ignored him, glanced at Yu Dongqing who was drinking tea leisurely, and turned around without saying anything.

Soon, Yu Dongqing received Luo Yun's WeChat message.

"Brother Yu, what did you and Wu Lan say? Now, everyone in the company knows that I wrote it. This is putting me on the fire."

When Yu Dongqing gave the complete version of "The Final Countdown" to Wu Lan, Wu Lan claimed that it was written by Luo Yun.

Since it is a task assigned to her, it is best for her to complete it to avoid some disputes in it.

Wu Lan agreed at that time.

Now hearing Luo Yun's complaint, Yu Dongqing smiled, put down his tea cup and replied.

"Isn't this bad? Look at everyone praising you and congratulating you. Aren't you happy?"

"I admit that I have vanity and like to hear compliments from others, as a woman. But what will Wu Lan do if she comes to me in the future? You have to help me!"

Ah?

Depend on it.

"talk later"

Yu Dongqing said casually and put down the phone.

Yu Dongqing got off work on time in the afternoon. As soon as he walked near the subway entrance, he saw a simple young man wearing a T-shirt and black-rimmed glasses wandering there.

It was Tang Guang.

When Tang Guang saw Yu Dongqing, he immediately came over and said respectfully: "Teacher Yu, thank you very much, thank you for the song you wrote, and thank you for recommending me."

"Director Wu told you everything?"

"Yes, Mr. Wu said that if it hadn't been for your recommendation, I wouldn't have had the opportunity to do so later, so I really thank you...me..." Tang Guang was excited and incoherent.

"No need to thank me." Yu Dongqing interrupted him with a calm tone: "The fact that you can pass the strict assessment of the company behind you and become a singer under the company shows that you are very capable and talented. But this is just the beginning, and there is still a long way to go. It’s very long, I think you understand.”

"I know, I know." Tang Guang nodded quickly: "Don't worry, I will definitely work harder."

Yu Dongqing believed what he said.

Judging from his resume, he must have suffered a lot after being a Beipiao singer for eight years.

"Okay then, bye!"

After Yu Dongqing finished speaking, he turned around and left.

"Teacher Yu, do you still write songs?" Tang Guang asked hurriedly from behind.

Yu Dongqing did not answer and followed the flow of people into the subway station.