"Teacher Wu, I'm sorry for your trouble, I'll invite you to dinner another day. Pen ~ Fun ~ Pavilion www.biquge.info"

Zhou Yuanyuan borrowed the recording studio of Jianwu TV station through a relationship, and the administrator of the recording studio was a bearded man in his forties, surnamed Wu, with the temperament of an artist with vicissitudes.

On the way here, Zhou Yuanyuan and Zhao Zejun roughly introduced this teacher Wu, I heard that he is a top student of the Conservatory of Music, but unfortunately the vicissitudes of life are vicissitudes, but he has not done anything in the art festival over the years, he has been messing around on TV, and his name is music director, mainly responsible for the debugging of audio equipment.

"It's okay, it's okay, you're welcome, they're all colleagues. Teacher Wu was quite enthusiastic, not only borrowed equipment, but also helped find three bar singers.

Three people, carrying three guitars, stood in a row.

Zhao Zejun thought to himself that if you play a musical instrument these days, there will be nothing new? Even if you play an erhu, it can attract my attention.

"Tell me about it. This is Mr. Zhao Zejun, Mr. Zhao is famous in the literary circle, Mr. Zhao wrote a song this time, and he needs to find a suitable singer to interpret it. Originally, I wanted to find one of the four heavenly kings of Xiangjiang to sing, but Mr. Zhao has always been willing to promote young people, so he handed over the song to our TV station and asked me to choose people. You'll go in and sing it one by one. Get the best out of your game and make the most of this hard-won opportunity!"

Mr. Wu's foolish expression is very serious, and with the background of the tall recording studio on the provincial station, he looks like he is in trouble, if Zhao Zejun is a few years younger, he may be able to believe it.

The three bar singers who run the dock all the year round may have been really frightened, or they may have deliberately cooperated with Mr. Wu, they were flattered, and then took the score to the side to prepare.

The three of them were preparing, and Mr. Wu politely made a cup of tea for Zhao Zejun, and his tone was quite humble, and said, "Mr. Zhao, if you need it in the future, come to me directly." The TV recording studio is also empty, since it is Yuanyuan's friend, you can use it as you like!"

Zhao Zejun was slightly stunned, obviously I was begging him, why did he have this attitude, but it seemed to be begging me?

Suddenly realized, he took out a shopping card from his bag and stuffed it over: "Mr. Wu, I've caused you trouble, please take care of me in the future." ”

"Mr. Zhao, I misunderstood, I misunderstood, I didn't mean that. Teacher Wu hurriedly excused himself, but he refused to answer, and looked at Zhou Yuanyuan for help.

Zhou Yuanyuan pursed her lips and smiled, pulled Zhao Zejun, and whispered, "Our teacher Wu wants to ask you to help him tailor a song." ”

"Yes, yes, yes!" Mr. Wu hurriedly picked up the stubble, first sighed long and thick, which was enough to prove that his lung capacity was far beyond ordinary people's qi, and then said: "I won't tell you, I am a professional vocal musician, singing, and the level is okay." But when it comes to creating, that's not the case. Over the years, I have also written some songs, all of which are mediocre. Yuan Yuan brought me this song 'The First Snow of 2002', I was shocked when I saw it, this is absolutely the first-class level in the industry! By the way, I also heard Yuan Yuan say that the two songs of Miss Xia and Zhulinfeng in the past are your masterpieces?"

"Clumsy, clumsy. Zhao Zejun smiled hard.

"If this is clumsy, there will be no good work in the world!"

Teacher Wu said: "Don't look at me as a songwriter, but after so many years in the circle, I still have a vision! At your level, if you are willing to be a creator, you will definitely be popular all over the country! Therefore, I am cheeky and want to ask you to help me write a song or two." To be honest, at my age, I don't want to be a big star, I just hope that one day, I can realize my dream when I was young, walking on the street, I can hear a merchant playing my song, I am satisfied. ”

Zhao Zejun was funny in his heart, thinking that the streets were full of your songs, what is the difference between that and a big star?

glanced at Zhou Yuanyuan, saw Zhou Yuanyuan smiling and nodding slightly, before saying, "Oh yes, or Mr. Wu, you sing this song first? ”

"Mr. Zhao, you are laughing, I really sang this song in advance, but my voice sang it with mediocre effect. My voice is a little more popular. Since you found me, I am responsible for the quality of the song. ”

I didn't expect Lao Wu to have a bit of an 'artist's bottom line, Zhao Zejun smiled and said: "Then it's here anyway, take advantage of today's opportunity, you sing a song first, and I can tailor it according to your voice?"

"Mr. Zhao, you agreed?!" Mr. Wu looked happy.

"I did my best. ”

"Okay, thank you, I'm going to sing it now. ”

Mr. Wu sang a mortal song by Li Zongsheng, which was very popular in the 90s, on the spot.

What to say about the voice, there are no distinct characteristics and advantages, but there are no obvious shortcomings, it is indeed the type that is difficult to be popular just by relying on the voice.

"You have a good relationship?" When Teacher Wu was singing, Zhao Zejun asked Zhou Yuanyuan.

"Lao Wu is okay. Zhou Yuanyuan made a slightly ambiguous, but not excessive, action: gently touched Zhao Zejun's arm with her shoulder, turned her head and whispered: "Don't look at Lao Wu's own ambition, but I know a lot of people in the circle, Maitian Culture knows, right? ”

"Then why didn't he let his friends in the circle help him write songs?" Zhao Zejun asked unexpectedly.

Of course, Maitian Culture knows that they are always well-known creators in the circle.

"With the red top and the white bei, who wants to spend effort on a down-and-out forty-year-old middle-aged man?"

As he spoke, Mr. Wu walked out of the recording studio, rubbed his hands and said nervously: "Mr. Zhao, do you think it's okay, if it's not okay, I'll sing another song?"

"It's good, it's good, feast your ears!" Zhao Zejun gave a thumbs up and said, "Don't worry, I'll go back and think about it." Notify you as soon as there is news. ”

"Good. ”

Speaking kung fu, the other three singers were ready, and Mr. Wu became a 'teacher', commanding the three mermaids to enter and sing in turn.

The first, pass.

The second, pass.

The third is still not satisfied.

Zhao Zejun didn't pay attention to any of the voices of the three people.

In the first snow of 2002, the requirements of this song for the singer's personal emotional investment are actually slightly more than the voice itself, after all, it is a popular pop song, and it does not need too advanced bel canto singing.

After sending the three singers back, Mr. Wu said apologetically: "Mr. Zhao, otherwise I will look for it again." ”

"Okay, you pay attention, as soon as possible, it's best to find the kind of ...... who have experienced emotional setbacks"

It was originally a half-joking sentence, but before he could speak, Zhao Zejun's eyes lit up: Fuck, emotional frustration, isn't this a ready-made person!

I went to the club to find the chick that day, before the chick came, Ou Chen was drinking and holding karaoke, in retrospect, his voice was really like the original singer of this song.