Middle Age: A Leisurely Life in the Entertainment Industry

Chapter 13 I Have a Dream

The next day was a cloudy day, which was more suitable for fishing. In the morning, Mingmei and her daughter were still sleeping. Yu Dongqing got up to pack fishing equipment, fishing rods, hooks, fishing lines, baits, and floats. Bags and fish protection bags, all stuffed into the trunk of the car, and then wearing sun protection clothing, drove straight to Shangzhuang Reservoir excitedly.

Shangzhuang is located in Shangzhuang Town, the northwest suburb of Yanjing, close to the National Cuihu Wetland Park, about 30 kilometers away from the urban area.The reservoir area is winding, wide and narrow, and is the first choice for fishing enthusiasts.

Yu Dongqing drove to the agreed fishing park on the north bank of the reservoir. Zhang Yang and the others had already arrived. Without further ado, they packed up their tools one by one and found a place to start fishing.

The Shangzhuang Reservoir is very large, perhaps due to the lack of water in the capital, the wide lake makes people feel a bit luxurious, the surroundings are very quiet, without the noise of tourists, even the fish churning in the water can be heard clearly.

Among the four, Du Hui was a master at fishing, so naturally he didn't stay with these rookies. He chose a quiet place early on, put his fishing line and rod, and then put on his sun hat and sat down like an old monk.

Liu Yimin and Zhang Yang's fishing skills are much improved, although Zhang Yang is the most active but impatient person.

Yu Dongqing's level is also poor. It turned out that Yu Dongqing was not very interested in this activity. The fishing tackle worth more than 2 yuan had not been used a few times and dust fell on it.

Now Yu Dongqing is interested but his level is really limited. After fishing for half a day, he only caught one small crucian carp.

The two like to get together, chatting while fishing is also fun.

But today Liu Yimin came over, sat beside Yu Dongqing with a ponytail, put the fishing rod into the water, glanced at Yu Dongqing and said, "Holly, can I discuss something with you?

"What's the matter?"

"Is that the song "Love Song 1980" you wrote, can Zhang Wei and the others sing it at the Midi Music Festival? This kid dare not go to you. He came to me several times yesterday, and he was so annoying."

"So persistent?" Yu Dongqing remained calm, looking at the float on the water.

"Let's be honest, Zhang Wei is the younger brother of a neighbor in my neighborhood, and I saw him often when I was young. The young man has a good character." Liu Yimin continued.

"You also know that folk songs are in a downturn right now. The most fundamental reason for the small crowd is that the singers can't produce decent works. If you let them sing this song, it is also a contribution to the development of folk songs. ah?"

Yu Dongqing laughed when she heard that.

"Look at what you said, if I don't show it, I'll be sorry for the ballads. I'll listen to you, but it can only be performed in this midi concert, not in other places, and I can't pay the copyright fee!"

This?
Liu Yimin was stunned and didn't know what to say for a moment.

"Do you think I'm too proud? Isn't it just a bad song, what's the big deal?" Yu Dongqing smiled and continued: "Actually, I'm doing it for his own good."

"Oh?"

"Originally I didn't want to say this, but you said that Zhang Wei has something to do with you, so I'll just say it straight. I'm not optimistic about Zhang Wei's band."

"why?"

"The positioning is inaccurate. Since you play folk songs, you should sing honestly and strive for some results. It's not like they sing folk songs at one time, become popular at another time, and want to play rock and roll at another time."

"More importantly, Zhang Wei's voice is very suitable for singing folk songs. Unfortunately, the band's creative ability is average, and they can't write good songs of their own. If they don't practice writing well, they always want to take shortcuts with other people's songs, and they will go the way of folk songs instead. not long."

Liu Yimin stared at the water, and said to Yu Dongqing after a while: "I have told him several times, but he wants to get some results in a hurry, but I will definitely take what you say."

"Forget it, you'd better not say it, good advice is harsh, no one likes to listen to our nagging."

"No, you are doing it for his own good. You must say what you have to say." Liu Yimin was very firm: "I will call him now."

After speaking, Liu Yimin walked to the side of the weeping willow not far away, took out his mobile phone and started calling.

After Liu Yimin left, Zhang Yang, who had been silent all this time, opened his mouth quietly.

"Hey, Dongqing, do you know why Yimin is so enthusiastic about this matter?"

"why?"

"Because, he has never forgotten our dream back then. He has an idea that he entrusts to Zhang Wei and the others." Zhang Yang said leisurely.

Yu Dongqing was silent.

Of course he remembered being young and frivolous at that time.

They were still in college, and the Qingmanshoe band they formed was quite famous in the school. Once the four of them had a drink and said in front of many classmates: Martin Luther once published the famous "I Have a Dream", and Our Bronze Band also has a dream that we must hold a concert and tour all over the country.

Hold high the banner of folk songs, one song per city!

However, the reality is cruel.

After they have stepped out of the ivory tower, they first face the pressure of life. It is very expensive to start a band, let alone go on tour?

In just one year, the band announced its disbandment, and the four of them let go separately. Only Yu Dongqing still persisted in the entertainment industry, but she was farther and farther away from her original dream.

Now that he suddenly heard Zhang Yang mentioning the past again, Yu Dongqing couldn't help feeling a little emotional.

As the lyrics of "Old Boy" say:
Life is like a ruthless carving knife, changing our appearance.

Will it wither before it blooms? I had a dream.
Dreams are always out of reach, should we give up?

Lunch was done at the farmhouse. In the gazebo, spicy fish, braised big rooster, and four dishes of cold dishes were simple and affordable. After drinking some beer, they talked about going crazy in the backyard of the tavern the night before. Liu Yimin was still interested .

"Holly, when I heard the song you sang, it seemed like I went back to our past. Those days are really nostalgic."

After finishing speaking, Liu Yimin hummed softly:

I once made a small wish in the bright spring
I hope to watch the sky with you under the gorgeous sunset

Ren Huaxiang caressed on her cheeks and gently closed her eyes
Yu Dongqing recognized that it was a song composed by everyone in the university.

The name is "Wish"

"Come on, Yimin, what's the use of just remembering and sighing? Don't pin your hopes on others." Zhang Yang interrupted his humming, waved his hand and said loudly:
"When my buddies are happy, just reorganize our band. Yimin, you continue to play the drums, I play my guitar, Du Hui plays his keyboard, and Dongqing, just use his broken throat to sing! Let's sing this song from the beginning. This "Love Song 1980" begins! Go on tour everywhere! I don't charge money, I sing for nothing!"

"Zhang Yang, it's easy for you to say, let's not talk about money, just us, what about time?!" Du Hui interjected with a sneer.

"Yimin wants to open his tavern, I want to take classes, Zhang Yang, don't you care about your piano shop? Dongqing is even more busy, she has to go to work and take care of her daughter, who can get away?!"

"Grass!"

After hearing this, Zhang Yang couldn't help cursing.

Back then I had time but no money, now I have a little money but no time.

The atmosphere was a bit dull.

"I said buddies, don't be so discouraged, maybe one day, we will put aside all mundane trivialities and go crazy." Yu Dongqing took over the topic: "Life is not just about the present, but also poetry and the distant fields. Well"

(End of this chapter)