That inexplicable little girl, Cheng Weiliang treated her as an unplanned vignette. Pen × fun × Pavilion www. ｂｉｑｕｇｅ。 info went back to the wooden house and slept and forgot.

The next few days passed very tightly, getting up early in the morning to practice new songs, spending time pretending to be corpses, passers-by, soldiers, and waiters during the day, and rushing to a "civilian solo concert" in the evening.

Every day, new viewers are introduced by friends or stumbled upon to join. In Rongshutou Square, the front of his booth became more and more crowded, and people who came late desperately squeezed forward in order to see his performance and hear more clearly, and from time to time provoked a burst of scolding from the people in the front row.

As for the other performance booths, except for some original die-hard fans, the rest of the audience was attracted away and became a little deserted. If it weren't for Cheng Weiliang, who usually sang for less than an hour, I am afraid that the other stall owners who were blocked from their wealth would not only secretly exclude him, but directly united to get rid of him.

"Oh no, no, I haven't memorized all the lyrics, I sang it first today, and it will definitely be replaced with a new song tomorrow! Ami, have you written it all down?" A thin girl has obviously been listening to it for a few days, and knows the change pattern of the repertoire that Cheng Weiliang sings every day, and the first song he sings every day will disappear the next day and be replaced with a new song.

"No, I can't really hear it just by listening to it! I don't know the names of the songs, it's so annoying! I can't find the records of these songs everywhere! I can't tell anyone who asks the radio station. A fat girl with a round face replied a little frustrated.

The well-developed entertainment industry in Hong Kong has created a large number of fans, many of whom often stay in front of the radio just to listen to the new songs of which singer is broadcast on the radio every day.

Both girls are super fans, and one of them heard Cheng Weiliang's song when he happened to be shopping on Temple Street, and immediately invited her good friend to come with him the next day. After asking friends and classmates, running all over the Heung Kong record store, and calling the radio to inquire, but to no avail, the two had to honestly rely on their own feelings and write down the lyrics of each song.

"Forget it, my favorite lyrics are already in place anyway. The fat girl proudly handed her good friend the notebook with the lyrics and tried to sing, "Loveyouandloveme...... I want the equator to warm the coldest North Pole", she sang Lu Qian's very lingering sad song "Equator and the North Pole".

"Stop singing, you're much worse than others. ”

"I like to sing, you care about me! Everyone, you like that mysterious singer, don't you? Be careful, he wears sunglasses all day, maybe he's an ugly bastard!"

After Cheng Weiliang finished singing, after leaving Temple Street, he came to a nearby restaurant to eat something. There was something wrong with the male protagonist of today's play, the director repeatedly shouted and filmed back and forth until it was dark, and they could only suffer from these tricks. I didn't eat after work, so I hurried over. The two girls passed by the store laughing and laughing, and he listened to a wonderful conversation.

He deliberately didn't tell the audience the name of the song, never answered the audience's questions, and didn't even say a word to them. He just wants the audience to ask around and find for themselves. A few days ago, he specially borrowed the radio from Brother Ming, and he had already found that a small number of fans were calling the radio station one after another to ask the DJ about these songs. The fans didn't know the title of the song, so they had to sing a few familiar lyrics from the song. The DJ listened to their ridiculous lyrics, and naturally didn't know which song it was. But as long as this phenomenon continues, it will surely attract the attention of many listeners in the media and on the radio.

"The guest has already paid for you. When Cheng Weiliang finished eating and went to pay the bill, the boss pointed to a middle-aged man in the corner and said to him.

The middle-aged man got up and walked up to him and said, "Friend, can I talk to you?"

Cheng Weiliang looked at him, shook his head and said, "I'm sorry, I don't know you." From the third day, he was approached by a tactile entertainment company scout. I'm afraid this one came from Rongshutou Square, but Cheng Weiliang didn't want to talk to the record company so early, because what he wanted was not the treatment of an ordinary newcomer, and he still lacked enough chips in his hands.

"It doesn't matter if you don't know me, the important thing is that I can make you more money than you can get by singing in such a mixed place. The middle-aged man heard him sing, and when he saw that Cheng Weiliang's Cantonese pronunciation was not good, he immediately changed it to Chinese to talk to him.

Cheng Weiliang looked at him, but still shook his head and left resolutely.

"I'm a Polygram Records, as long as I want, our company has the ability to make you a big singer!" The middle-aged man saw that he was still leaving, and hurriedly caught up to show his name.

"I don't care who you are, I'm sorry, I'm not interested!" Cheng Weiliang also replied to him in fluent standard Mandarin.

"What a weirdo, he doesn't want an opportunity that others can't think of!" The middle-aged man looked at the back of the farther and farther, are there still people who don't want to make a lot of money? Are there singers who don't want to be big singers? He was puzzled.

A few days ago, he heard from an external whistleblower who often has contact with the company, saying that there is a newcomer here on Temple Street, who sings very well, and these songs are very fresh, and many songs are very different from the current style of Hong Kong. But he felt that this whistleblower had always been unreliable, and often recommended some messy people to him in order to cheat the remuneration, but no one was strong enough or potential to introduce him to the company, which made him disappointed every time.

The people who come out of Temple Street are more marketable and amateur, and if they are newcomers who are born in bars and high-end hotels, they are slightly more valuable. If he had a level, would he go to a place like Temple Street to sing in the open air? So even when he heard the news, he didn't pay much attention to it. It wasn't until yesterday that he came over to take a look when the whistleblower urged him to hurry up or else he would sell the news to other entertainment companies.

The middle-aged man has been immersed in the record industry for more than ten years, and he can't compare to other people in the company in terms of professionalism, but when it comes to looking at people's eyes, he still has some experience, and he has also tapped a lot of new people for the company over the years. After listening to Cheng Weiliang sing a song yesterday, and seeing the reaction of the audience, he already had seven or eight points of affirmation in his heart. Although I can still hear that this singer's singing skills are a little lacking, it is not like a person with professional vocal training.

But after listening to the six songs sung on the spot, there was no hesitation, just with these songs, as long as he was not born with a five-tone imperfection, the company would sign him 100%. The song that sings the Three Kingdoms, as well as the song "", is really amazing, although most Xiangjiang citizens have always been not very reluctant to be very noisy rock style songs, but he believes that as long as these songs are poured into records, they are very likely to sell well.

Now the most important thing is to confirm whether these songs are original to the singer or whether they are sung by someone else. If it were someone else's, so many excellent songs, they should have been released on a record and circulated a long time ago. Is it a singer who has wandered over from Taiwan Island? Could it be that the Taiwan Island companies are blind and cannot see the potential of these songs? If they were from Xiangjiang, a generation born after the war, there was no reason why they could speak Cantonese so badly! As for those on the northern mainland, he never thought about going there.

"Brother Hao, how are you talking? I said I didn't lie to you, this time the goods really belong to this!" A man in his thirties who looked a little thin but had a pair of shrewd eyes walked into the store and said to the middle-aged man with a thumbs up.

"You did a good job this time, rest assured, as long as he signs a contract with the company, the money will definitely not be less than yours. But that kid doesn't seem to be in the oil and salt, you have to keep an eye on him, and you'd better find out how he's doing. Where do you live? Who else is at home? Did he write those songs?" The middle-aged man believed that there was no fortress that could not be breached, so he instructed the whistleblower to help him inquire.

"Put a hundred hearts, all Xiangjiang, there is nothing I can't inquire about. ”

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The nights in May are not too hot and the evening breeze is blowing. Cheng Weiliang opened the window of the taxi and let the warm breeze blow his face.

"This listener who called in, I'm DJ Deng Lingling, what emotional story do you have that you want to share with us?" The driver turned on the radio in the car, and a gentle and magnetic female voice came out of the radio.

"Hello Sister Lingling! I heard a song tonight, and I was very touched, so I mustered up the courage to be on your show. I want to tell you the story of me and my boyfriend. I want you to give me some advice. A soft female voice, with some choking, had obviously cried before the call came in. The female listener intermittently told the host that she had a boyfriend who had been with her for a long time, had a big quarrel last year, and broke up in a fit of anger, and now she regrets recalling the bits and pieces of the past.

"Ah Hui, I'm sorry! I was too willful at that time, can you forgive me?" The girlfriend apologized to her ex-boyfriend in the show, hoping that everything would happen again.

"Sister Lingling, can I order a song for him?"

"Of course, what song do you order?"

"It's a song I heard tonight, and it's good. I don't know the title of the song, I'll sing you a few words, you can help me find it. After speaking, she sang Liu Ruoying's "Later" in a low voice, "Later, I finally learned how to love." It's a pity that you have long since disappeared into the sea of people...... Gardenias, white petals, fall on my blue pleated skirt...... How do you remember me, smiling or silent, and has anyone else kept you from being lonely all these years?"

This girl may have really felt deeply about this song, so she only listened to Cheng Weiliang sing it twice, and actually remembered a lot of lyrics, and her low female voice also sang a little bit of Liu Ruoying's charm.

This song is one of Liu Ruoying's masterpieces, and it is loved by many girls in later generations. Listeners are easily swept away by the story told in the song.

The DJ sister just listened to a few words of the girl's unprofessional singing, and felt that this was indeed a very good love song. But she was also a little embarrassed, she didn't have any impression of this song. You must know that to be a DJ for them, not to mention popular songs, even out-of-the-way and foreign songs must be understood. She wondered if she was a little out of touch with the public, so she had to hide and comfort the girl while asking her colleagues to hurry to the song library to find the song.

Of course, the radio colleagues couldn't find this song, and the DJ sister had to avoid the importance and recommend another love song to the girl. The girl was very, very disappointed, crying and crying as a sign that she could not get back together with her ex-boyfriend.

Later, some listeners listened to the girl's story and called to complain about why the radio station couldn't do what the girl wanted, so that they could have lovers to reunite. The staff who answered the phone was naturally embarrassed, and was scolded by the superior afterwards, and was ordered to solve the problem as soon as possible. The media has always considered itself to be at the forefront of information, and there is no reason why the average listener knows nothing about the songs, but the people on their radio station know nothing. The relevant personnel were kicked by the boss of the department and contacted the major record companies to see which record released a new song and did not send it to the radio to hit the charts.

Cheng Weiliang listened to the story on the radio and smiled slightly. There will be more such scenes in the future, and people with radio or television stations will be more comfortable. When more and more listeners order songs that they can't provide, the face is ugly. At that time, I am afraid that there will be traditional media who will come to interview him, the "mysterious street singer".

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"Driver, please stop the car for a while, I'm going to the store to buy a bottle of water. "Cheng Weiliang was too busy on the set today, he didn't drink a few sips of water, he sang twice in the evening, and now his throat feels a little hot.

After getting out of the car, he walked briskly to a roadside convenience store to buy a bottle of mineral water and was about to return to the taxi. Suddenly, several young men sprang out from more than ten meters away, to be precise, 4 boys dressed strangely pulled and pulled a young woman with a hot body. Next to it is a bar with neon lights, drunk men and women, which he has seen a lot in his previous life. I wanted to avoid this group of drunkards quickly, but unexpectedly, the young woman in a leather coat and leather pants suddenly broke away from the support of several people and staggered towards him.

"Dead pretty boy, look at what! don't meddle with things!" several people hurriedly went up and grabbed the woman's hand again, and one of them pointed his finger at him and said viciously.

The young woman was so drunk that her steps were empty. A few boys who look like crazy boys are relatively sober, and something is wrong?

"I'm a royal policeman, you bastards, social scum, I won't let you go!" The woman raised her head sharply and smashed her fist at an old boy in front of her, but unfortunately because of the drunkenness, her strength was soft, and she was easily dissolved with a gentle push.

"Hahaha, you look like a bad person, then I'm still the Governor of Port Royal!"

"Don't let us go, I still want to let you go, pretty girl!, let's all let each other go!" Tricky Boy grinned as he reached out to touch her breasts.

The Royal Police? No wonder it looked familiar! Wasn't that the voice the policewoman he had met a few days ago? Now it was completely clear that this woman had nothing to do with these Crazy Boys, it was she who was drunk and let people take advantage.

The dignified CID detective was taken advantage of by the little old boy, this face is embarrassing!(To be continued.) )