Middle Age: A Leisurely Life in the Entertainment Industry

Chapter 160 twists and turns
Yu Dongqing stayed in her hometown for three days before returning to Yanjing.

In fact, I also want to stay for two more days, but the key is that it is already the beginning of August, and my daughter's summer homework has not been done yet!

She was not in a hurry but Yu Dongqing was a little anxious.

Let's not say that the exam must be in the top of the class, but at least the homework must be completed, right?

So I had to take my daughter to prepare to go back. Naturally, the car was filled with various souvenirs that my mother asked me to bring back to my in-laws.

Taking advantage of the coolness in the morning, Yu Dongqing drove on the road and entered the border of Yu Province when he received a call from Wu Lan.

"Holly, are you still traveling abroad? Are you having fun?"

"Very good, ready to come back now."

"Okay, I went out to play, and wrote a good song by the way."

Yu Dongqing smiled and did not speak.

"Hey, Dongqing, have you read the comments on this song on the Internet?" Wu Lan said again.

"No, what's the matter?"

"Say you're reckless! How can such a good song be sung by a newcomer? It's a waste? So, can you give it to Ai Tong? I think she is quite suitable for singing this song."

Wu Lan didn't beat around the bush to say what she meant.

But Yu Dongqing answered very simply: "No."

"Why? Is it because Ai Tong didn't listen to your persuasion and didn't want to sing the song "Bai Suzhen under Qingcheng Mountain"?"

"Am I that stingy?" Yu Dongqing laughed: "It's just that I don't plan to let other singers cover this song, at least not for the next two years."

"What? What's the relationship between that girl named Zhang Lei and you?" Wu Lan's tone became a little surprised on the phone.

"I met during the trip, a junior high school girl." Yu Dongqing paused after finishing speaking: "She suffers from depression."

"what?!"

Yu Dongqing briefly told Wu Lan about the encounter with Zhang Shuchun's family during the trip.

"I hope she can be happy, and their family can also get extra income through this song. Please don't tell others about this." Yu Dongqing finally explained.

Wu Lan was silent for a while before saying: "I understand, I respect your decision. But I still hope that you can help Ai Tong write a song. You adults don't care about villains."

have to?
This again?

"Let's talk about it when I get back to Yanjing. I'm driving now." Yu Dongqing said leisurely.

"Okay, I'll contact you when I get back, be careful on the road, bye."

After Wu Lan put down the phone, she thought about it and dialed another number to say a few words. After a few minutes, Ai Tong hurried into her office and asked hurriedly.

"Mr. Wu, does Mr. Yu agree?"

"No." Wu Lan shook her head: "He said that this song will not be sung by other singers. As for the reason, you don't have to ask."

what? !

Ai Tong was immediately disappointed.

"However, I'll ask him to write a new one for you." Wu Lan said again.

"He agreed?"

"He said we'll talk about it when we return to Yanjing, but I think it's very likely." Wu Lan smiled: "Let's fight for it at that time."

"Then Mr. Wu, what do you need me to do?" Ai Tong suddenly became hopeful.

"No need for now. Manage your emotions well!" Wu Lan's face turned cold.

Yu Dongqing drove back to Yanjing that afternoon, first went back to her home by Rending Lake Park, packed up and drove her daughter Yu Tongtong to her grandma's house in Houhai.

I haven't seen each other for more than 20 days, and my grandparents miss their granddaughter.

Of course, the father and daughter entered the yard of the old man in Houhai, and the mother-in-law Liu Huiyan complained to Yu Dongqing as soon as she saw her granddaughter.

"Look, Tongtong has only been out for a few days, how come she is so black? She also lost weight."

This is true.

The little girl ran around like a little monkey when she went out, and she didn't wear a hat, and she didn't wear the sunscreen that her aunt had prepared for her. She ran wildly all day. The Northwest has strong ultraviolet rays, so it's no wonder it's not dark.

In fact, Yu Dongqing felt that this was the only way to be healthy, but it was not easy to say that in front of her father-in-law and mother-in-law.

After the mother-in-law finished scolding, she told Yu Dongqing that she let Tongtong live here during the summer vacation, so you don't have to worry about it.

Ok
Let's be lazy for a while.

In the evening, after dinner at the old man's house, we chatted for a while, and as night fell, Yu Dongqing drove to Liu Yimin's Shili Peach Blossom Hotel in Sanli. He wanted to see Zhang Bao.

The car was parked outside the door, and before Yu Dongqing went in, he heard loud singing from inside.

Come on, come on
Hot oil cake hey hey hey hey
Put it on the table hey hey hey hey
Rolling rice wine for relatives to drink
babe come on yo
Surround your loved ones hey hey hey hey

Sit on the hot kang hey cough hey cough

Heartfelt words fly out of my heart
Ah?
It was Feng Pei's student Zhang Bao's voice!
Yu Dongqing entered the bar, and sure enough, she saw Zhang Bao, who was wearing a T-shirt and jeans, singing heartily on the song stage with a microphone.

Unexpectedly, Zhang Yang was also there. He was drinking beer and chatting with Liu Yimin on the high stool by the bar. When he saw Yu Dongqing coming in, Liu Yimin greeted him, "Are you back? When did you come back?"

"I just arrived today, so I'll come and have a look." Yu Dongqing said something, then pointed to Zhang Bao on the stage: "Did you let him sing?"

"Hey, I think this young man is better at singing than being a waiter." Liu Yimin laughed.

It turned out that when Zhang Bao came to Yanjing, according to the original arrangement, he worked as a waiter in Liu Yimin's tavern, carrying dishes and washing dishes. One night, the resident singer in the tavern was delayed by something, so Liu Yimin asked him to go up and sing for a test. try.

Originally, Liu Yimin was worried that the folk songs he sang would not suit the appetite of the tavern guests, but the high-pitched and clear singing voice was quite popular.

So Liu Yimin asked him to be a part-time singer, and occasionally went up to save the scene, and the effect was not bad.

The two were chatting, and Zhang Bao had already finished singing. Seeing Yu Dongqing hurried over, he called respectfully: "Teacher Yu."

Yu Dongqing nodded: "Signed up?"

"I have already applied, and I was notified that the official audition will start on August [-]th."

"Work hard!" Yu Dongqing encouraged.

"Mmm! Teacher Yu, I'm off to work." Zhang Bao said, and quickly panted for the waiter's uniform, and went to work in the back.

Seeing Zhang Bao leave, Liu Yimin poured Yu Dongqing a glass of draft beer, and said: "Feng Pei called and said that Zhang Bao has not received systematic training in music theory, and he doesn't understand many pronunciation skills. Can we help with training and sharpen our guns before the battle? It’s bright even if it’s not bright.”

"Feng Pei also told me about this." Yu Dongqing nodded:
"However, I think Zhang Bao's almost natural and original singing method is very good. If you follow the theoretical method mentioned in the textbook, you will lose the original charm. I mean, you only need to master some basic skills, and use other learned."

"That's fine, I'll leave this matter to you." Liu Yimin said.

"I?"

"You are the only one among us who specializes in music. If you don't teach, who will you teach?" Zhang Yang interjected at this time.

This is true.

Besides, he is Feng Pei's student, so this kind of affection must be given, and it won't take long anyway.

"Zhang Bao's training will go to my training school, and the karaoke room is empty anyway." Zhang Yang said again.

"Row."

Although the recording studio at home can also practice songs, to be honest, Yu Dongqing is not used to others entering her home.

"Just one more thing. I met Liao Qian in Xi'an. She invited our Qingmansue Band to participate in the Qujiang International Music Festival in Xi'an. Did she call you about this?"

Unexpectedly, Zhang Yang and Liu Yimin glanced at each other, and after a while Zhang Yang lazily said: "Yes, I called a week ago to talk about this matter, but I suddenly called again yesterday, saying I'm sorry, this matter is lame."

(End of this chapter)