Middle age: leisurely life in the entertainment industry

"Wow, that song is so nice!"

Luo Yun couldn't help but hum again.

As white as white teeth, passion is swallowed up

The champagne has evaporated completely

As white as a white moth, it sneaks back into the world of mortals

It was exactly that time and space, "White Rose" composed by Liang Qiaobai, lyrics written by Li Zhuoxiong, and sung by Eason Chan!

"Humming such a nice song is another advantage to Wu Jingqi!" Luo Yun curled her lips again.

Among the several new Cantonese songs written by Yu Dongqing, this one is her favorite.

Giving away again

Yu Dongqing shook his head after hearing this.

Woman.

If you don't like a person, you won't like it no matter what.

Don’t you know that Wu Jingqi’s singing is not in vain, but still brings us creative benefits?

The next morning, Yu Dongqing originally wanted to send her daughter to Liu Shiqi's house, but Luo Yun, who came from her home in Dongzhimen early in the morning, said she would drive there and asked Yu Dongqing to go directly to Lijing Hotel.

"Have fun with Wu Jingqi." Luo Yun said to Yu Dongqing before leaving.

Ah?

This is what I said

Climbing the Great Wall, visiting the Great Wall Museum, the Great Wall Dome Cinema, and riding the Great Wall Cableway until the sun went down, the two of them drove back indoors.

They didn't go to any restaurants in the evening, so they went to eat crayfish on Guijie Street, Dongzhimen Inner Street.

Naturally, it is the most famous Hu Restaurant.

The two ordered a large plate and ate with gusto.

"Where's Dongqing and Tongtong? Who will take care of her at such a late hour?" Wu Jingqi asked with concern.

"It's okay, there's Luo Yun."

"Sister Haruo is so virtuous." Wu Jingqi praised, but suddenly the topic changed: "Dongqing, we have been playing all day today, does Sister Luo feel relieved?"

After hearing this, Yu Dongqing stopped peeling the crayfish in his hand and looked at her: "Tell me, what are you worried about?"

"That's not necessarily the case." Wu Jingqi's eyes turned: "If it weren't for Sister Luo, maybe I would really want to chase you."

Ah?

Yeah?

Yu Dongqing smiled slightly.

Some people can only be friends and can never be lovers.

Without that feeling, there is no spark of love.

Wu Jingqi spent three days in Yanjing, and Yu Dongqing accompanied her to visit the Forbidden City, Nanluogu Lane, the Summer Palace and other places.

Tomorrow morning, Wu Jingqi was about to fly back to Xiangjiang. In the evening, the two of them ordered a cup of coffee and drank slowly at a cafe called Phoenix Café in Wudaoying Hutong.

"Dongqing, what did I tell you?" Wu Jingqi raised her head and looked at Yu Dongqing and asked tentatively.

She hasn't mentioned this matter in the past few days, and Yu Dongqing hasn't said anything either.

But she was going back to Xiangjiang tomorrow, so she couldn't help but ask.

"I've already written it and sent it to you on WeChat. You can listen to it." After Yu Dongqing finished speaking, he picked up the phone.

"Really? Thank you so much." Wu Jingqi was surprised and happy.

She took out her phone and saw an audio file sent by Yu Dongqing, and quickly put on wireless headphones to listen to it.

Dreams, dreams that I can’t wake up from

Hong, who is under house arrest in the red line

All the stimulation left was the pain of fatigue

no longer indifferent

It turns out that time and space was also composed by Liang Qiaobai, Li Zhuoxiong wrote lyrics, and Eason Chan sang "Red Rose".

Sad and lazy.

Wu Jingqi listened carefully and became excited.

Sure enough, it’s Dad Qu, and his shots are top quality.

"Thank you Dongqing, it sounds so good, I will use this song as the title song of the new album!" Wu Jingqi said with a happy smile.

This trip to Yanjing is a worthwhile one.

"As long as you like it." Yu Dongqing smiled.

"Hey, Holly, is this "Red Rose" the Mandarin version of the song you wrote with lyrics?" Wu Jingqi suddenly asked.

Yu Dongqing didn't hide it and nodded.

"Can I listen to the Cantonese version of what you wrote?" Wu Jingqi suddenly became interested.

"Yes, but according to our band's rules, we can't share it outside now, but you can listen to it."

After Yu Dongqing finished speaking, he took out his mobile phone, opened an audio file and handed it to Wu Jingqi.

"White Rose"? !

"Red Rose" in Mandarin and "White Rose" in Cantonese, this is a good name.

Wu Jingqi quickly put on her headphones and listened carefully.

The music is still the same one just now, but the lyrics have changed, and it seems that the thing it tells has also changed.

Wu Jingqi listened to it twice, and then listened to the song "Red Rose" again before putting down her headphones and sighing.

"Holly, after listening to your two songs in Cantonese and Mandarin, I have some thoughts, and I don't want to express my displeasure."

"Haha, you said?"

"I think that for men, red roses are the lingering charm that they can never get, keep, or let go of. They sting each other, bloom in the sky, and finally become nothing more than a flash of fireworks."

"As for white roses, they are pure and untouched by the fireworks of the world, but they are destined to be out of place, with thorns on their backs and bruises all over their bodies. They eventually turn into a pitiful funeral. Love passes away, joy is empty, but they are obsessed with the luck of the next life. Holly, you say Am I right?"

"That's right." Yu Dongqing nodded, took a sip of coffee and continued:

"Some people say that every man in the world has had such an emotional experience, at least two. If you marry a red rose, after a long time, the red one will become a smear of mosquito blood on the wall, and the white one will still be "the bright moonlight in front of the bed." elusive but out of reach,

If you marry a white rose, the white one will become a grain of rice sticky on your clothes, and the red one will become a cinnabar mole on your heart. "

"Ha! Dongqing, your summary is more incisive!" Wu Jingqi laughed.

It wasn’t me who said it, it was said by a woman named Zhang Ailing.

But there is no Zhang Ailing in this time and space.

Wu Jingqi stirred the coffee in the cup and suddenly lowered her voice and asked: "Holly, who are the red roses and who are the white roses in your heart?"

this?

The appearance of a girl suddenly appeared in Yu Dongqing's heart.

There is also that smiling face with crescent-shaped eyes, and that nice voice.

"Uncle, at your age, why do you still like rock music?"

"Some people say that men who like folk songs smoke, drink, and sleep with girls. Uncle, do you like this too?"

"Uncle, I like rock music simply because I like it. Listening to music makes me feel happy."

At this moment, Yu Dongqing suddenly became crazy.

"holly?"

Wu Jingqi's voice brought Yu Dongqing back to reality from her memories. She quickly shook her head and said, "I don't have it. It's just two songs. Don't make wild guesses."

Wu Jingqi did not pursue the question any further.

That Luo Yun is undoubtedly Yu Dongqing's red rose, but who is the white rose?

It’s not me anyway, ha!

After the two of them drank coffee and saw that it was getting late, Yu Dongqing was going to send Wu Jingqi back to the hotel, and later go to Hou Hai Yanzi Alley to pick up his daughter.

The two left the coffee shop and got into the car. Wu Jingqi seemed to remember something and said to Yu Dongqing: "Dongqing, you will have a concert at the Hong Kong Coliseum in January, but there are competitors."

"Competitor?" Yu Dongqing was a little confused.

"Zhang Jiaming is going to perform at the Central Space, and the time is exactly the same as yours."

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