Middle age: leisurely life in the entertainment industry

It's not appropriate to discuss it in the WeChat group, and I don't want to go to Liu Yimin's Shili Peach Blossom Tavern, which disturbs too many people.

In this early winter season, there is nothing more pleasant than chatting with a few old buddies over steaming mutton hot pot.

Today the four of them met at Ba Ye Shabu Shabu Shop, Gui Street, Dongzhimen Nei Street, DC District.

This is also an old Yanjing restaurant with a strong Eight Banners style, eight large pieces, eight kinds of meat, the Eight Banners flag flying high, sesame sauce biscuits and hot pot soup to eat together, full of aroma.

Yu Dongqing and the others booked a private room, and the four of them chatted while having sex.

"Dongqing, don't touch the wine. You drink." Zhang Yang smiled and poured wine for the other two people from a bottle of Erguotou, and said deliberately.

Yu Dongqing is not a drinker, but in this winter, it is a perfect match to have copper hot pot mutton and a sip of Erguotou.

But for the sake of the concert, I endured it.

Yu Dongqing picked up a bottle of "Arctic Ocean" soda, took a big gulp and said, "Just now, I told you the cause and effect of the matter. What do you think we should do?"

"I think Luo Yun's worries are a bit unnecessary." Liu Yimin put down his chopsticks and spoke: "First, our fan audience is different from Zhang Jiaming's, so there is no question of who is grabbing whose audience. Second Second, to be honest, I also went out of my way to listen to the songs sung by Zhang Jiaming. What the hell are they?"

"Yimin, what you said is wrong. Just because you don't like hearing it doesn't mean others don't like it." Du Hui took over the conversation and expressed his objection:

"Zhang Jiaming is also very popular in Xiangjiang. It is said that there are millions of fans in Xiangjiang. If the idol holds a concert, they will definitely be willing to pay for it! Also, you have to deny the fact: in Xiangjiang, Mandarin songs are far less popular than Cantonese songs It’s so popular, and we want to sing half of the Mandarin songs!”

"What you said makes sense. Should we lower the price of tickets? But according to the contract, the tickets are set by Times Records, and we can't make the decision." Liu Yimin said, scratching his head: "Can we also organize an event where you can buy tickets and get a digital album? ? Then isn’t this the wisdom of picking up people’s teeth?”

Yu Dongqing didn't say anything after hearing this, and suddenly saw Zhang Yang sitting next to him.

Usually this guy is always the most active when discussing problems. What happened today? Do you keep silent and just eat food?

So he asked: "Hey, Zhang Yang, what do you think?"

Zhang Yang picked up a piece of mutton, rinsed it in a bowl calmly, ate it in one bite and took a sip of wine. Then he smiled and said to everyone: "You don't need to worry about this at all. In fact, we can solve it." Very simple."

"How to solve it?" Liu Yimin asked quickly.

"Let Dong Qing write ten more Cantonese songs. We'll all sing in damn Cantonese, and we still use Bird's surname Zhang?!"

Damn it! All Cantonese songs? !

Liu Yimin looked at Zhang Yang and was stunned.

"Don't look at me, it's useless. It depends on whether Dongqing can do it." After Zhang Yang said, he picked up a piece of mutton and put it in the pot, and started to rinse it leisurely.

At this time, Du Hui took over the conversation: "Zhang Yang is a bit exaggerated, but if possible, I can write a few Cantonese songs. What about you, Dongqing?"

After Du Hui finished speaking, he looked at Yu Dongqing.

Yu Dongqing did not answer directly but smiled: "If we write new songs, it means we have to continue rehearsing. Du Hui, do you have time?"

"Look what you said, you worked so hard to write new songs, can't I even find time to rehearse? At worst, I won't go fishing on the weekends!"

"Then this matter is settled! Dongqing, just write well!" Zhang Yang waved his hand and said.

Damn it!

I haven't asked for my opinion yet.

But, look like this.

How many more songs will you write?

After cooking the hot pot, everyone went home. Because there was a party tonight, her daughter Yu Tongtong was staying at her grandma's house without having to pick her up. Yu Dongqing didn't go back to her own home, but drove straight to Luo Yun's house in Baiziwanyuan.

Luo Yun was sitting at home alone watching TV. When she saw Yu Dongqing coming in, she hurriedly greeted: "Have you finished eating?"

"Um."

Yu Dongqing started to take off her coat, and Luo Yun quickly helped hang it on the hanger.

"I'll make you tea."

After saying that, he hurried into the kitchen and quickly brought out a steaming cup of Longjing and placed it on the coffee table.

Yu Dongqing sat on the sofa and took a sip, feeling very comfortable.

"What are the results of your discussion?" Luo Yun asked sitting next to him.

Yu Dongqing briefly explained the process.

"Sing more Cantonese songs? That's great!" Luo Yun clapped her hands excitedly: "The more Cantonese songs you sing at the concert, the more popular you will definitely be!"

Suddenly she thought of something again and looked at Yu Dongqing: "Dongqing, you have to write again. You have already written six songs during this time. You are too tired."

Luo Yun was happy and worried at the same time.

Unexpectedly, Yu Dongqing said: "It's not tiring to write, but it's really troublesome to write the song and then arrange it."

ah? !

Others can't write it, but you're afraid of having trouble arranging it if you write it? !

Luo Yun was angry and funny: "Then don't let Li Wei help you arrange the music?"

Now Li Wei specializes in arranging in the studio. Guo Xin and Zhao Yawen sometimes write songs themselves, and the arrangement task is left to him. Yu Dongqing can only be the final check.

But Yu Dongqing was a little worried.

"Forget it, I'll do it myself."

Although Li Wei's arrangement level has been greatly improved, Yu Dongqing is still a little disdainful. Besides, he can still remember some of the arrangements of some classic songs from that time and space. He can learn from them without having to know anything.

"Well, thank you for your hard work, husband." Luo Yun smiled and said, "I won't bother you tonight. Have a good rest and recharge your batteries to write songs tomorrow!"

Damn it!

That's what I said.

Who is tormenting whom? !

Yu Dongqing glanced at her.

"You won't toss me? Then I'll toss you!" After saying that, he pounced on him.

"rogue!

Don’t stay here, take me to the bedroom.”

Luo Yunjiao panted.

The joy is over.

Luo Yun cuddled tightly next to Yu Dongqing, feeling very satisfied both physically and mentally.

The two of them just lay quietly.

I don't know when the north wind blew outside, whistling loudly, but the room was calm and warm.

Yu Dongqing gently stroked Luo Yun's hair, her passion subsided and she felt very calm.

Looking at the woman next to him, he suddenly remembered a Cantonese song sung by Principal Tan from that time and space, and couldn't help but hum softly:

If you wait desperately for a certain day

Finally, I can wait for the love of my life

Who cares about this relationship between you and me?

Every time something unexpected happens

Not sure about the future

How could I ever wish for the love in my heart?

Luo Yun listened quietly.

It wasn't until Yu Dongqing finished singing that she asked, "What's the name of this song?"

""The Love of My Life", you are the love of my life."

Luo Yun listened and smiled.

At this moment, she felt that she was the happiest woman in the world.