Middle age: leisurely life in the entertainment industry

Seeing Lu Ping's surprised look, Zhang Yang explained that we had nothing to do anyway. Recently, my throat felt itchy and I wanted to roar a few times, so I did it as a charity and also wanted to practice my stage performance skills.

Lu Ping really believed it.

I called the organizing committee the next day, declined the invitation and recommended Yu Dongqing’s Qingmang Lu Band.

The staff of the organizing committee didn’t know much about the Qingmang Performance Band, but they had heard of Yu Dongqing’s name.

Dad Qu.

If you can invite Qu Dad for 5,000 yuan per song, why are you still hesitating?

After a burst of praise from Lu Ping, he said that this band was formed by Yu Dongqing himself. Although it rarely performed in public, it was very famous in the Yanjing folk circle.

So the organizing committee immediately decided to formally invite the Qingmang Performing Band to participate and faxed the invitation letter directly to Zhang Yang.

After getting the official invitation letter, Zhang Yang immediately informed a few good buddies, and thus the scene just happened.

"It's been a long time, Zhang Yang, you're just trying to kill first and then show off!" Du Hui scolded with a smile.

"Hehe. It's been chopped off anyway! How about it?" Zhang Yang said with a smile: "Don't worry, if the remuneration from the concert is not enough for the round trip, I will make up for the shortfall and I will never let you pay a penny!"

Having said that, what else can Yu Dongqing say?

"Okay, I have no objection."

"Me too, Du Hui, what about you?" Liu Yimin asked Du Hui.

Since Du Hui visited his girlfriend's hometown and obtained the consent of her parents, he planned to hold a wedding on the National Day. He has been quite busy for a while, and his girlfriend is pregnant and needs someone to take care of her.

After all, band practice takes a certain amount of time.

Du Hui smiled after hearing this: "You two are going, how can I not go? But, I have to rely on your buddies to help me get married."

"That's all. How can you leave us for your wedding?" Zhang Yang said immediately: "In this way, I'll take care of the whole wedding photography process for you! I'll go find a buddy of mine who does this. , you will definitely have a great time doing it and the price is extremely affordable!”

"I can help you find a wedding car. We don't have to go to a car rental company. All the BMWs are my friends' own. How about it?" Liu Yimin also interjected.

Damn, they are all awesome.

Yu Dongqing sighed in her heart.

"Hey, you guys are all taking advantage of the good things, what should I do? How about I be the wedding butler?"

"Dede usually likes to be a hands-off shopkeeper, but are you busy now?" Zhang Yang looked contemptuous.

He looked at Liu Yimin again and said: You sing! Part-time best man, also takes wedding photos for the bride and groom! "

The two of them actually spoke in unison. in unison.

I! @#￥%

We were initially discussing whether to go to Xi'an to participate in a college concert tour, but ended up talking about Du Hui's wedding, which was also a big event.

The buddies are all obliged to help, and since it's mentioned, let's make a good plan.

An hour later, several people clearly defined their division of labor at the wedding. In addition to taking wedding photos, Yu Dongqing was "unfortunately" assigned the role of best man.

"Who keeps your body in shape? You can't let a fat guy like Zhang Yang be the best man, right? What's more important is that you are still single!" Liu Yimin finally said.

Of course, singing is not necessarily Yu Dongqing's business alone. The entire Qingmanglu band was mobilized, and the groom Guan Du Hui was no exception.

After things were put together, Zhang Yang turned the topic to performing in Xi'an.

"Since everyone agrees, we must prepare well this time to avoid making some people look down upon others! What song should we sing first?"

"Two love songs, as well as "Young Jinshi", "The Story of Time" and "Old Boy". These are already five songs, which is more than enough." Liu Yimin said. "And the songs are familiar, so I don't even need to rehearse."

"Yimin, you don't want Dongqing to write a new one?" Zhang Yang glanced at him.

"New song? Of course it's good. Didn't he just write a song called "Invisible Wings"? But it's not suitable for us grown men to sing," Liu Yimin replied.

"I traveled to the Northwest for more than 20 days, saw so much natural scenery, and even went to Qinbei and Feng Pei to sing folk songs. Is this considered collecting folk songs? Why can I only write one?" Zhang Yang looked at Yu Dongqing and said with a smile. .

"Yes! Yes, Li Bai wrote hundreds of poems about drinking wine. You probably drink a lot of Xifeng wine and highland barley wine, so you should write more songs!"

Damn it!

These two people sing and beat me.

Yu Dongqing glared at them.

But he does also sing a new song.

About Xi'an.

Since I go to Xi’an to sing, I have to sing in Xi’an.

In the original time and space, there were many good songs about the ancient capital, and they were all local Xi'an singers.

The new generation's Heisa Band, Xuan Band, Wang Jianfang's older generation Zheng Jun, Zhang Chu, and Xu Wei, who is still active in the music scene!

These are all god-level.

They are all from Xi'an and have written many songs about Xi'an.

Which one is better?

You really have to think about it.

"Hey, Holly, talk?"

The brother's words awakened Yu Dongqing from his deep thoughts, and he blurted out: "Okay, I don't know which song is more suitable?"

"F*ck! With your tone, you went out to write more than one song?" Zhang Yang immediately understood the meaning of Yu Dongqing's words:

"Hey, don't hide it, good things have to be shared. Come sing and let us listen."

"Don't worry." Du Hui suddenly interrupted them: "What's the point of singing a cappella here? Enter the tavern!"

"Yes, let the customers in the tavern evaluate which new song is better!" Zhang Yang immediately agreed.

So the four of them returned to the tavern.

It was broad daylight, and there were not many people in the tavern. Most of them were regular customers. It was a bit surprising to suddenly see four members of the Qingmanglu band appear in the tavern at the same time.

Do you want to sing?

That's simply a benefit.

The customers suddenly became energetic.

Yu Dongqing stood on the singing stage, picked up the acoustic guitar, thought for a while and said, "There are two songs, one is a ballad and one is more rock. I will sing it. Which one do you think is better?"

"Sing rock and roll first! You're a guy from the northwest." Zhang Yang said immediately.

"Okay, this song is called "Baqiao", do you know Baqiao?"

Yu Dongqing said too much, but Zhang Yang gave him a blank look: "Who doesn't know the allusion of Baqiao breaking willows?"

"In the Tang Dynasty, the Ba River flows ten miles east of Chang'an City. The Ba Bridge hangs over the Ba River, and the Ba Pavilion stands beside the bridge. If friends come from afar, they finally say goodbye. The long embankment is ten miles long, with each step taking a willow, and catkins flying like snow. Bring the wine to drink with each other in the pavilion. After drinking, send others to stand by the pavilion, break willows to see each other, cup your hands to say goodbye, and look at the Baqiao Road under the Liren Bridge with drunken eyes."

Zhang Yang actually recited a long paragraph.

"Spring comes east to cross Baqiao, and there are hundreds of weeping willows on the green gate" is a poem by Xu Jingxian, a poet of the Tang Dynasty. "Liu Yimin also said slowly.

Well, you are all young and artistic people.

Yu Dongqing didn't say anything else. She plucked the strings twice and then started singing.

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