Middle Age: A Leisurely Life in the Entertainment Industry

Chapter 80 "Okay, Then Go Sing to Widow Zhang!" (Please collect all kinds of tickets)
"Just him?" In the office of Zhang Chao, the leader of the Chinese Orchestra, Zhang Chao was very puzzled when he saw this wrinkled and cautious old man.

Can he sing a high note in the key of D?

Zhang Chao's expression naturally fell into Yu Dongqing's eyes, and he said to Yu Hongguang without explaining, "Third Uncle, please sing a little a cappella, let Captain Zhang listen to it."

Yu Hongguang nodded to calm down, and habitually closed his eyes and opened his mouth to sing, but he lost the tune when he got nervous.

Zhang Chao frowned slightly.

This detail fell into Yu Hongguang's eyes, and it made him even more nervous, even his calves trembled.

Yu Dongqing didn't like it, so she quickly pulled him outside the door and said in a low voice, "Third Uncle, don't be afraid!"

"But he is the head of the team, an expert, I get nervous when I think of this."

"Fart expert! You treat him as the third uncle of the old man in our village who likes to listen to your opera. Let me ask you, who likes to listen to your opera the most?"

"Widow Zhang at the west end of the village," Yu Hongguang replied timidly.

I pour.
Yu Dongqing took a deep breath: "Then treat him as Widow Zhang! Are you still nervous when she listens to your opera?"

"not nervous."

"Okay, then go sing to Widow Zhang!"

The two returned to the office again.

Yu Hongguang played tricks this time, so he simply closed his eyes and stopped looking at the fair face opposite, but imagined him as the old face of a widow, and slowly relaxed, and opened his mouth to sing:

arrogant and arrogant

Hot blood beats red sun

When he sang the high note at the end, Yu Hongguang suddenly raised an octave!

be a good guy

hot blood heat

brighter than the sun.
Zhang Chao was dumbfounded.

my darling
This can be sung, but it is true without falsetto.

Yu Hongguang's high-pitched and bright voice immediately alarmed the entire third floor, and people in the surrounding offices ran out to take a peek.

"Hey, where did this old man come from, with such a high voice? Are you about to catch up with Pavarotti?"

"I don't know. I heard people say that they still sing Huayin's old tune. Someone specially recommended it to sing. It's the general order that the troupe is rehearsing!"

"What general order is it? It's obviously a popular song. I heard it's the soundtrack for a TV series!"

"It's adapted from the general order, don't you think it sounds good?!"

"Who said the general order is not good? I have played the dulcimer."

The conversation between the two went straight up.

In the office, Zhang Chao woke up from the shock, and quickly said: "Okay, okay! I'll let the performance map be rehearsed in the key of D immediately! Try to release the accompaniment tape as soon as possible!"

Peaty.
It turned out that I was still worried.

But Yu Dongqing was helpless.

Leaving Zhongle Building, Yu Hongguang got into the car and couldn't help asking, "Dongwa, where are we going now?"

"Take you around Yanjing City and go to the scenic spots!"

Yu Hongguang immediately cheered up, this is what he dreamed of!
Suddenly he thought of something again, and asked cautiously: "Dongwa, who pays for the tickets to the attractions? Is it the crew?"

"This crew will not be reimbursed, I will pay for it." Yu Dongqing smiled.

When Yu Hongguang heard this, he said quickly: "Then don't go to the place where tickets are required, let's go to the place where there is no money."

"Third Uncle, it won't cost much, and besides, you finally came to Yanjing, how can I not take you to play?"

So Yu Dongqing took his third uncle to Tiananmen Square, the Forbidden City, the Summer Palace, Badaling Great Wall and other famous attractions.

After playing for three days, I received a call from Wu Lan: The Central Chinese Orchestra has already recorded the accompaniment tape, and you will bring your third uncle to the company to record tomorrow morning.

In the evening, when Yu Dongqing took her third uncle to eat at a restaurant near the community, she told him the news.

Yu Hongguang was chomping down on the miscellaneous sauce noodles. After hearing the news, he put down the bowl and looked at Yu Dongqing worriedly: "Dongwa, I'm still a little worried. What if I mess up? It's not like I eat for nothing. I'm sorry for the crew for living for so long and spending so much money."

"Third uncle, don't worry, the money you spent is nothing to a crew." Yu Dongqing smiled and comforted: "Besides, how could you mess up? Didn't you sing well in front of Captain Zhang that day?" Is it? You treat everyone in the recording studio as Widow Zhang!"

Yu Hongguang nodded after hearing this, and suddenly thought of something and looked nervous: "Dongwa, after you go back to your hometown, don't mention Widow Zhang in front of your third mother! In fact, Widow Zhang just likes to listen to my singing. We chat sometimes, don't worry about it." Do anything!"

I.
Yu Dongqing was amused seeing Uncle Zhang's nervous look, but I would never say anything to comfort her, but she was thinking in her heart, what kind of beauty does this Widow Zhang have?
To let my third uncle worry about it?

Hmm. You must take a good look when you go back.

After breakfast the next morning, Yu Dongqing drove into the car and took Yu Hongguang to his company. First, he met Wu Lan, and after a brief introduction, he went to the recording studio on the eighth floor.

Yu Dongqing actually asked her third uncle to sing a song she wrote!
I don't know how this news happened, but someone in the company knew about it, so a bunch of curious people surrounded the recording studio.

Tang Guang is one of them.

He learned from the gossip that Yu Dongqing wrote a very popular theme song for a martial arts drama. Wu Lan wanted him to sing it, but Yu Dongqing objected, and finally recommended his third uncle.

He didn't resent Yu Dongqing for this. If it wasn't for his song, he would probably have returned to his hometown in Jiangxi by now.

I just feel sorry.

Now the company's new album for itself is in the final stage. Most of it is written by myself, and it also includes songs written by others, such as "The Final Countdown" written by Yu Dongqing, and it is the title song.

However, Tang Guang hopes to have a Chinese song as the main song. After all, the audience in English is not as good as Chinese, but among the other nine songs, he can't pick a better one than "The Final Countdown".

So he really wanted Yu Dongqing to sing this new song and make it the title song.

unfortunately
Of course, what he was even more curious about was what happened to Yu Dongqing's third uncle?
Someone in the company has privately rumored that Yu Dongqing has cheated on public affairs for personal gain.

He also had a vague hope that if the third uncle didn't sing well, it would be his turn.

When Wu Lan and Yu Dongqing walked into the recording studio with an old farmer in his 50s, the people around were talking in low voices.

Let him sing? !

Where did you get the farmer? !

I can still sing!

Yu Dongqing's face was calm, and she didn't pay attention to the whispers of others. Looking at Yu Hongguang who became nervous again, she said in a low voice, "Third Uncle, don't be afraid! They are all Widow Zhang!"

As a result, Li Wei, who was closest to him, heard it with a stunned expression.

Widow Zhang, what do you mean?
It seems that none of the women here are widows?
Yu Dongqing took Yu Hongguang into the singing room, helped him put on the earphones and explained some details to him, then went out to look at him through the glass, and said three more words.

Yu Hongguang couldn't hear the sound, but could see his mouth shape:

"Widow Zhang"!
Suddenly laughed.

My eldest nephew is very interesting and moved him.

Soon, the tuner made an OK gesture and started playing.

The familiar rhythm of the music appeared in Yu Hongguang's ears again.

Soon, he threw away all distracting thoughts and sang loudly along with the accompaniment.

When the last few lines of the lyrics were sung an octave higher, the entire recording studio was silent.

Tang Guang left quietly.

He knew he wouldn't be able to sing the song in public now, probably forever.

Because no one can sing as high as his third uncle.

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