When You Are a Director, How Do You Become a Full-Fledged Superstar

Lin Xiaqing's villa has a special singing room.

Although there is still a big gap compared with professional recording studios, it is definitely the best for daily practice and listening to songs.

It belongs to the high-end private theater level.

The little girl has quick hands and feet, and turns on the computer in a while, and the speakers, video and other equipment are ready.

Inserting the USB flash drive into the computer, Qin Xiaoru turned around and said to Lin Xiaqing and Song Yuling who were sitting on the soft chairs:

"Sister Xia Qing, Sister Ling, it's done, should we start now?"

Lin Xiaqing nodded, and the little girl immediately opened the USB flash drive.

There are a total of 9 folders on the projector, which are simply marked with Arabic numerals from one to nine.

Qin Xiaoru naturally opened the first folder, which contained a video file, a score, and an audio project file.

"Xiaoru, open the video first and see Mr. Chen's singing demonstration."

Lin Xiaqing commanded softly.

She remembered that when Chen Mo sang a game and a dream at the gate of Linxi Park, he was almost at the level of a third-level singer.

The little girl nodded, double-clicked the mouse, and opened the video file.

The background is very familiar, it is the living room of Chen Mo's house, and the three of them know it.

"Xia Qing, this song is called longing, and it is also a song with the style of the 1990s. You can watch more documentaries of those times in the past few days and find out more."

It begins with a self-talk from Chen Mo.

After listening, Lin Xiaqing didn't feel anything, the two usually communicate like this.

However, Song Yuling felt a little uncomfortable.

Xia Qing?

This title is a bit too close.

"The long years

I want to say that I was so confused back then.”

The first lyric sounded in a soothing rhythm, and Song Yuling, who had been absent-minded at first, suddenly stiffened, as if someone was holding her heart tightly.

"It's hard to choose between true and fantasy

There have been ups and downs

so persistent

Why exactly? "

In the second verse of the lyrics, Song Yuling felt that the light and shadow in front of her eyes were changing, and the whole person was brought into the artistic conception of the song. Everything in that era seemed to be yesterday.

"The long road of life

search up and down

longing for a sincere life

Who can tell me

right or wrong

Asking customers traveling from south to north”

In the third paragraph, as soon as the inquiries from the south to the north landed, the tears in Song Yuling's eyes could no longer be stopped, and the dusty memories in her mind came like a flood of beasts.

All the hardships and hardships in the entertainment industry over the years seem to be concentrated in this moment.

"Forgetting grudges

leave the truth behind

Accompanying the lights of the world

not many stories

like a normal song

Consider the past and the future. "

"The long road of life

search up and down

longing for a sincere life

Who can tell me

right or wrong

Inquire about customers traveling from south to north

Asking customers traveling from south to north..."

The whole song only lasted three minutes, but the three people who listened to the song seemed to recall a lifetime.

The lyrics of just 100 words seem to explain the shortness of life, especially for a person like Song Yuling who has experienced that era completely.

The confusion, quest, and longing in the age of passion, who can tell?

No one knew that in those days, people crossed the river by feeling the stones, what to do, and inquired about the guests traveling from south to north.

But the guest who travels from south to north is also another self.

There are hundreds of flavors in the world, what everyone is longing for, maybe it can only be sung as in the lyrics, the long road of life, search up and down.

Song Yuling wiped away her tears secretly, looked at Lin Xiaqing and the little girl beside her, but saw that they both washed their faces with tears.

"Sister Ling, I don't know why, I want to cry after listening to this song..."

There seemed to be a wall in Qin Xiaoru's heart, and there seemed to be a breath in her throat. She just felt uncomfortable, and her tears flowed down unconsciously. Until now, it has not recovered.

The same is true for Lin Xiaqing. When she heard this song, she thought of a lot.

When I was young, I was in my grandfather's house, and my parents' marriage was not recognized. When I grew up, I went to school. I debuted in the entertainment industry 6 years ago, and my father died 4 years ago...

It seems that in just three minutes, he has gone through his whole life again, and the confusion and hesitation in his past life seem to erupt again at this moment.

Until the end of the song, Lin Xiaqing remembered that morning, the sun was shining on the ends of Chen Mo's hair, and he remembered the first bowl of noodles with scallion oil that he made for Chen Mo.

Lin Xiaqing's thoughts became clear, and life seemed infinitely beautiful.

"Mr. Chen! I'm sorry!"

At this moment, Song Yuling got up and bowed to apologize to the silver screen that was frozen in the last scene.

"Sister Ling..."

The little girl couldn't see why.

Song Yuling waved her hand slightly, motioned Qin Xiaoru not to speak, sat next to Lin Xiaqing again, and said solemnly:

"Xia Qing, I apologize for slandering Mr. Chen's words just now."

"Sister Ling, you don't have to, he's not here now..."

"No, Xia Qing, although Mr. Chen is not here, I shouldn't jump to conclusions without hearing Mr. Chen's song."

"If it wasn't for Xia Qing, you insisted on listening, missed such a golden song and betrayed Mr. Chen's trust, I would never be able to forgive myself in my life."

"Sister Ling, it's not your fault. Chen Mo is really shocking. He wrote nine songs in one night, and there are still such classic songs. We all underestimated his talent."

Lin Xiaqing was really shocked by Chen Mo.

He has been in the music world for 6 years and ranks among the top first-line singers. In this circle, I have seen countless geniuses, but there is no one who can compare with Chen Mo.

It's just a game and a dream, and now there is another desire. Lin Xiaqing knows that Chen Mo is going to become famous, and he will definitely become the most dazzling new star in Xia Guo's lyrics and music world.

"Xia Qing, I want to address Mr. Chen."

Who knows, as soon as Lin Xiaqing finished speaking, Song Yuling became serious and continued:

"Mr. Chen is a great talent. Even if we are not present, we have to use honorific titles. You have to communicate with Mr. Chen more in the future, but don't put on the air of being a singer. Sister, this is what people who come here say, do you know?"

Lin Xiaqing...

Who just told me to stop contacting Chen Mo?

Besides, honorable mention?

Why didn't he use my honorific title when he ate my noodles?

However, although Miss Lin was sullen, she responded on the surface: "Okay, sister Ling, I will listen to you, I will listen to you, Mr. Chen, okay, Mr. Chen."

The little girl on the side also came out of the song's emotions at this time, looking at Song Yuling's serious look, her face was a little weird.

Sister Ling should really not notice anything by now, right?

Then the little girl's eyes suddenly lit up, she pointed at the computer and said:

"Sister Xia Qing, Sister Ling, there are still eight songs, let's continue listening."

Saying that, the little girl got up and was about to operate the computer, but was stopped by two consecutive "don't".

"Sister Xia Qing, Sister Ling, what's the matter? There are still eight songs. Mr. Chen's first song is so good. Maybe there are better ones later."

"Silly girl, of course we know that there are eight more songs behind, and we also know that there may be better ones, but you, Sister Xia Qing, can't listen to them anymore."

"Ah, why, why don't you listen to a good song?"

The little girl was confused and did not understand.

Notes: Longing, Lyricist: Yi Ming, Composer: Lei Lei, Original Singer: Mao Amin