Rebirth of the Wild Age

Xikang Provincial Audiovisual Publishing House was established last year, and its predecessor was the audio and video studio of the Xikang Provincial Department of Culture.

Regardless of the small scale of this place, as long as the records and video tapes are released in the province, they have to come here to report, and then deliver them to the stores in various counties and cities.

The recording studio is very professional. The electronic recording equipment I just bought last year is a pity that the pearl is dusty.

It is really dusty, and some equipment that is not commonly used has already been covered with a layer of dust. And other equipment, also basically record some popular songs and operas, anyway, no popular songs have been recorded so far.

The sound engineer is over 60 years old, with white hair all over his head, holding the music score and saying: "Only the melody of the human voice?"

"Isn't that enough?" Song Weiyang was a little confused.

"Nonsense," the sound engineer threw the score back into Song Weiyang's hands and said, "Come find me after you finish making up the song."

Lin Zhuoyun smiled and said: "Mr. Zhu, you can also compose music. If you don't bother the two masters, you may as well be responsible for finishing the music."

Song Weiyang quickly said: "Yes, Teacher Zhu, I can add an additional composition fee."

"It's not a matter of money," the sound engineer waved his hand. "It's okay to let me compose the tunes of revolutionary model operas, but I haven't done pop songs before. Are you sure you want me to compose the tunes?"

"Uh... let's forget it." Song Weiyang had a hard time imagining what the Red Song-style "Thousand Paper Cranes" looked like.

Lin Zhuoyun suggested: "How about we go to Xikang Conservatory of Music?"

"Good idea." Song Weiyang smiled.

Xikang Conservatory of Music is one of the top three music universities in the country, and there are so many masters. It is easy to find someone who can arrange pop songs.

And it's cheaper than Beijing and Guangdong Province, 1,000 yuan is enough, the other party thinks it's too much, and treats Song Weiyang as a fool.

This is a young lecturer in his 30s. It took only one day to throw the compiled score to Song Weiyang.

The band and sound engineer were called in, Lin Zhuoyun sang, and the recording started with great enthusiasm!

It was okay at the beginning, the style is similar to the original. But Song Weiyang got drunk halfway through the song. After the first chorus, a bamboo flute sounded out of nowhere, accompanied by an erhu. It was entirely the young lecturer from the music school letting himself go.

I'll go, it's a good love saliva song, and it has a Chinese style forcibly.

You can use the violin, but what kind of erhu can you use?

Fortunately, Suona did not appear...

"Stop!" Song Weiyang hurriedly stopped.

The recording master was very upset: "What's wrong?"

Song Weiyang said: "Swap the erhu for a violin."

The old master said: "I think it's very good. It's sad and beautiful. The sound of the erhu just fits the tone of the song."

"I pay the money, I have the final say." Song Weiyang said.

"A layman guides an expert, you know nothing!" the old master said angrily.

Song Weiyang smiled wryly: "You are always kind, replace the erhu with a violin, and record a new one."

The old master didn't bother to argue: "You wait, I'll call for a violinist."

After two full days in the recording studio, Song Weiyang was finally satisfied with the finished product. And there is also an unexpected harvest, that is, the sound of the bamboo flute added out of thin air, which inexplicably adds a bit of lightness to the whole song. It seems that the hero and heroine are recalling the sweet past, which is in stark contrast to the sadness before and after.

There is that, um... feeling of laughing and crying.

Originally, Song Weiyang wanted to find the director of a film factory in the province to shoot the MV, the same one who helped the cannery factory shoot the commercial last time. But with the experience of recording songs, Song Weiyang didn't dare to take any more risks, and took Lin Zhuoyun directly to Shenghai, while Chen Tao was thrown back to the factory to write novels.

...

The train rumbles through the mountains.

Lin Zhuoyun was lying on the sleeper bed, looking at the retrograde scenery outside the window, she suddenly sighed: "Oh, I will definitely be criticized when I go back, I only asked for three days off."

Song Weiyang said, "Didn't you hire a teacher to take over?"

"I did look for it, but if I miss class for no reason, the leader must be unhappy." Lin Zhuoyun said.

Song Weiyang said: "I remember you seem to have said that the principal of the School of Light and Chemical Engineering used to be old classmates with your father. With this relationship behind you, are you still afraid of being criticized?"

"That's why I'm more worried!" Lin Zhuoyun said, "Do you know why I asked for leave?"

"What?" Song Weiyang asked.

"I told the leader that my dad is sick and I have to go back to the provincial capital to have a look. If I don't go back to school for half a month, the head of the department will definitely report to the principal. Why don't the principal think that my dad is seriously ill? Their classmates The relationship is very good, and it is possible to buy gifts in person and go to the provincial capital to visit the sick!" Lin Zhuoyun couldn't help laughing, as if thinking of the embarrassing scene where the principal visited her father with a can.

Song Weiyang said cheerfully, "You are still the best, you can tell lies so fresh and refined."

"Are you taking pleasure in others' misfortune?" Lin Zhuoyun said angrily, "I've never done such an outrageous thing since I was a child, and it's all because of you!"

Song Weiyang smiled and said, "Isn't it exciting?"

Lin Zhuoyun also changed from anger to laughter, nodded and said, "It's very exciting, just like flying out of a cage!"

Song Weiyang said: "You have grown up, you can't listen to your parents in everything, sometimes you have to make up your own mind."

Lin Zhuoyun turned over, leaned on the head of the bed and picked up "The Complete Works of Schopenhauer" and rummaged through it. She happened to find the article "On the Freedom of Will". You are the master, your family, friends and colleagues all listen to your opinion. I am different. I can’t do this since I was a child, and I can’t do that. Do you know? There was a boy in college who pursued me. He was very handsome and talented, so I agreed to be with him We had a few meals together, and my dad called the boy directly to the office."

"How does your father know?" Song Weiyang asked.

"My dad is the head of the department!" Lin Zhuoyun said.

"That's unlucky." Song Weiyang couldn't help laughing.

Lin Zhuoyun continued: "That boy never dared to talk to me again. I was so angry that I went to my dad to argue. In the end, my dad also said that it was for my own good to help me investigate that boy. As long as it is suitable, it will not prevent us from talking. in love."

Song Weiyang persuaded: "You have to think from another angle. That boy didn't dare to chase you after a conversation with your father, which means he doesn't love you at all."

"Nonsense, a boy must be scared out of his wits when he is called by the head of the department to talk. He is probably afraid that he will not get his diploma." Lin Zhuoyun said depressedly.

Song Weiyang said: "He was afraid that he would not get his graduation certificate today, so he chose to avoid you. If one day you get married and he meets a better woman, she can save him twenty years of struggle. You said he would Won't abandon you and choose to marry another woman?"

Lin Zhuoyun remained silent.

Song Weiyang said: "So, your father really cares about you, and is afraid that you will be cheated by a man."

Lin Zhuoyun said unhappily: "Does that mean that before I fall in love, I have to bring the man over to show to my dad, and he approves me to fall in love?"

"That's not the case, but we still have to seriously consider the opinions of the elders." Song Weiyang said.

"Hey, who are you speaking for!" Lin Zhuoyun was upset.

This kind of thing is unclear, Song Weiyang immediately changed the subject, looked at the book in Lin Zhuoyun's hand and said, "Let's talk about Schopenhauer."

"Not in the mood!" Lin Zhuoyun angrily stuffed "The Complete Works of Schopenhauer" under the pillow.

Song Weiyang asked with a smile, "Do you know the name of Schopenhauer's pet dog?"

Lin Zhuoyun didn't say anything at first, she turned her back to Song Weiyang and pretended to be asleep, but after more than ten seconds, she couldn't help but turned over and asked, "What's your name?"

Song Weiyang said: "It's a poodle that accompanied Schopenhauer through his last lonely days, and its name is 'World Soul'."

"World Soul? What a weird name," Lin Zhuoyun was a little disbelieving, "You couldn't have made it up."

Song Weiyang said: "It's true, I heard it has something to do with Hegel."

Lin Zhuoyun asked curiously, "What does it have to do with Hegel?"

Song Weiyang said: "This starts with the dispute between Schopenhauer and Hegel. When Hegel was the president of the University of Berlin, Hegel's philosophy was named the official philosophy. Schopenhauer was not happy. , so openly launched a challenge, arranged his courses at the same time as Hegel, and accused Hegel of being a sophist and charlatan in class, and demanded that Hegel be disqualified as a philosopher. Schopenhauer put himself The name of the poodle named 'world soul' is probably a satire on Hegel."

Lin Zhuoyun listened with relish, and said with a smile, "Go on."

Song Weiyang said: "The philosophies of Hegel and Schopenhauer both originate from Kant's philosophy. But Hegel developed rationalism, while Schopenhauer established irrationalism. Fire and water are incompatible. Hegel said that there is nothing real except reason, which is an absolute power. And Schopenhauer, he said that irrational desire is the essence of man and the essence of the world, and everything in the world is desire The carrier and objectification of the mind, reason is a derivative of intelligence, a tool to help the will survive and develop. Which statement do you think is more correct?"

Lin Zhuoyun did not answer, but asked, "Why do you know so much as if you have studied in the philosophy department? I haven't even read Hegel's book yet."

"Hehe, just take a look." Song Weiyang laughed.

Literary young women are easy to fool.

(ps: About the problem of the song crash. Although "Thousand Paper Cranes" will be released in half a year, the lyrics and music must not have appeared yet. Before making the album, Tai Zhengxiao was inspired by the thousand paper cranes sent by fans and wrote it on a whim. In addition, the protagonist will not copy his "Nine Hundred and Ninety-Nine Roses" and "One Thousand and One Nights", that chapter is just a joke.)