Middle age: leisurely life in the entertainment industry

"Do you think it's possible?"

Guo Jiaxiang asked.

The assistant hesitated, thought for a moment and said, "It's a bit bragging, but I heard that Yu Dongqing is pretty good at writing songs."

This is true.

"Just wait a week!" Guo Jiaxiang said: "If he can't write it, or the writing is not good, let him sing old songs!"

How did he know what song Yu Dongqing had chosen to get a headache?

Sitting in the study, slowly drinking tea, Yu Dongqing recalled classic Cantonese songs in the original time and space.

Songs sung by female singers were excluded for the time being, and songs with too high pitches and too wide spans were not selected, such as the classic songs sung by Lin Zixiang such as "Real Man" and "The Long Road Is With You", etc. He could only envy and admire but I can't sing - my voice isn't good.

Choose one of my brother’s songs.

Where is Principal Tan’s?

Not bad.

Jacky Cheung's songs: Jacky Cheung is a great singer, but his classic songs are actually not easy to sing, and others can't sing his taste.

Why.

My voice is not good.

If you can't sing it, don't sing it, so as not to ruin the classic.

Yu Dongqing thought over and over again in the study all morning and finally selected three songs. The next step is to write the lyrics and then arrange the music.

I remember the lyrics and music, but I don’t necessarily remember the arrangement that clearly. It doesn’t matter, just arrange the music according to your own ideas. After all, you have to use your own band at the scene.

After staying at home for three whole days, Yu Dongqing posted the lyrics, music and arrangement audio of the last three songs to the four people except picking up her daughter for her morning jog.

"Dude, how about these three songs?"

Someone responded quickly.

"Damn it, Dongqing, you are awesome. With these songs of yours, I think Huang Qihui will be so angry that he will vomit three liters of blood."

The one who spoke was Zhang Yang, and there was a sense of gloating between the lines.

Followed closely by Liu Yimin.

"Okay, the styles of the three songs are not all the same. But they are all very nice. Where should we start? How about this afternoon?"

Du Hui's reply was the last, probably because he had class in the morning. He spoke simply and clearly:

"Let's start in the afternoon!"

Yu Dongqing spent the month of June like this. After dropping off the children in the morning, he went to the Rending Lake to exercise and watched the old men play chess. At noon, he and a few buddies went to the recording studio of the studio to train. In the evening, he and Luo Yun got off work and ate. After dinner, take a walk or go shopping, and pick up your daughter to go home in the evening.

Life was very easy.

Of course, sometimes there are delays at night, mainly because Zhang Yang insists on dragging everyone along to have sex and drink beer, saying that he has to rehearse songs.

The time soon came to the end of June, and the Qingmanglu Band set off for Xiangjiang, accompanied by Luo Yun and Yang Liu.

This was Yang Liu's first time going to Xiangjiang, so she was naturally very happy.

"This trip to Xiangjiang is not just about arranging the itinerary for Teacher Yu and the others, but more importantly, getting to know some people in the entertainment industry in Xiangjiang, which will help the studio expand its business in the future."

On the plane, Luo Yun did not forget to teach Yang Liu earnestly.

Yu Dongqing, who was sitting in the seat next to him, was a little amused. He was really training Yang Liu as his successor.

How to prepare for successful retirement?

But it’s okay, don’t be too tired.

I will have a baby after getting married.

The plane landed at Xiangjiang International Airport, and a group of people carried their luggage out of the security checkpoint. Yu Dongqing saw a familiar figure again: Wu Jingqi.

"Oh, they are here to pick you up again." Luo Yun looked at the girl waving to them not far away, and said to Yu Dongqing in a low voice.

Why does it taste sour?

But Yu Dongqing ignored her.

On purpose.

This time Wu Jingqi did not drive her own car, but sat with everyone in an Iveco specially picked up by the organizing committee. In the car, a few people chatted, and Wu Jingqi asked: "Holly, I heard that you specially prepared the car for the party this time. How many new songs have you written? Or are they Cantonese songs?"

Yu Dongqing did not deny it and nodded.

"Holly is so awesome, some people will feel even more uncomfortable when they hear it." Wu Jingqi said with a sweet smile.

The people next to him laughed.

They knew who Wu Jingqi was talking about.

"Actually, Miss Wu, you made a mistake." Luo Yun, who had been silent until now, suddenly said something.

"Oh, Sister Luo, what do you mean?"

"There is nothing wrong with the world. The only reason why people bother themselves is because they think too much. We are not targeting anyone at all."

Luo Yun said something leisurely.

No matter what Yu Dongqing thought, Huang Qihui was indeed very uncomfortable.

I was hospitalized due to illness some time ago. After being discharged from the hospital, I have been recuperating at home and taking a break from work. Of course, I have not forgotten to pay attention to the news in the entertainment industry in Hong Kong.

Therefore, when I heard that Guo Jiaxiang specially invited Yu Dongqing to participate in this year's celebration of Xiangjiang's return party, I became angry for a while and couldn't help but express my different opinions on Twitter.

He is a person who can't hold things in and likes to talk when he feels unhappy.

As a result, the other party came, and I heard that they also wrote three new songs, all in Cantonese!

This made Huang Qihui extremely depressed.

never mind

forget about it.

If he thought about it any more, Huang Qihui felt that he would be pissed to death by that guy.

The doctor has said that you should stay calm during this period and avoid getting angry.

Huang Qihui simply threw away his phone and stood alone on the balcony looking at the scenery outside.

The location of his house is also very good. Not far away is Repulse Bay. The waves are calm, the water is clear and the sand is fine. Watching the sunset makes me feel much better.

"Dad, I'm back."

The person who spoke was a young man wearing a basketball uniform. He had just come back from outside and was holding a basketball in his hand.

It was Huang Xiong, Huang Qihui’s youngest son.

Huang Qihui has two sons. One has graduated from college and is now working in securities on Wall Street in the United States. The younger one is studying at St. Paul's Co-educational High School and only comes back once a week.

Seeing his youngest son coming back, Huang Qihui smiled on his face.

The younger son is very similar to me. He likes music and is quite talented in this area. He organized a band of his own at school and is somewhat famous.

"Dad, will you go to the Qing Xiangjiang comeback concert the day after tomorrow?" Huang Xiong asked

"What? You want to go?" Huang Qihui returned to the living room and asked.

Unexpectedly, my son replied:

"NONO, I'm just asking casually. I'm not interested in so-called music."

Ah?

This tone is so loud.

"Why?"

"Too OUT!"

"Outdated?" Huang Qihui frowned slightly.

"Yes! Dad, that Qingmanglu band from the mainland, playing folk rock, is already out for us young people!"

"Then what do you like?"

"RAP!"

Lonely, lonely, Karawuqi goes to sing every night

In the late night sky, the stars and moon are shaking Xiao Jin to move

"Did you make a mistake? Sing a sweet old-fashioned song!

As Huang Xiong spoke, he actually sang and performed for his father.

"Stop singing, you're busy!"

Huang Qihui interrupted his son's impromptu performance without politeness.

To listen to your so-called RAP, I might as well listen to rock music sung by Yu Dongqing.

At least you can hear the lyrics clearly, right?

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