Chapter 171: Going to Beijing Again
"Didn't you say that piano music can only be written for you?" Ye Luo looked at Song Yan in front of him and said strangely, "Why did you sell me so quickly?" β
"There's no way I'm going to release a piano album on my own." Song Yan said, "I like singing more than the piano. Don't you push, do you want to go? β
"Oh, I've been very busy lately......" Ye Luo looked at him left and right.
"What have you been up to lately?" Song Yan asked.
"Make your album!" Ye Luo pointed to his computer screen.
"Then I'm not in a hurry, what are you anxious about?" Song Yan asked rhetorically, "The other albums in your hand are all due this year, and it's only July now, with the speed of your creation, is there still one day or two days missing?" β
"This ......" Ye Luo was speechless for a while, his own arrangement speed, others don't know, Song Yan, who has worked with him for several weeks in Tianjing, is clear.
"Richard is the world's top pianist, but also the world's first-class music producer, his recital, said to be a personal performance party, but in fact it is equivalent to a music festival, there will be many international top singers to participate, there will also be famous domestic musicians to cheer." Song Yan said slowly, "You go to participate, even if you don't cooperate, even if it's a social activity in the circle, it's good, which will help you further enhance your popularity." β
"Yes, yes." Ye Luo thought about it for a moment and said, "But let's talk about it first, I won't play the piano on stage." β
"On your piano level, still on stage?" Song Yan glanced at Ye Luo with disdain, "You just sit in the guest seat and watch me play." β
Ye Luo scratched his head in embarrassment: "How many days will you go?" β
"Depart tomorrow and come back the day after tomorrow." Song Yan calculated the schedule.
"Still want to spend the night?" Ye Luo looked frightened.
This lonely man and widow spent the night in a hotel, and when they came back, where could they make it clear?
"Look at your unproductive appearance...... Song Yan glanced at Ye Luo with hatred, and then pointed to Yu Yiyi, who was immersed in arranging music behind the screen. I'll take Yiyi with me. Don't be afraid, with her in the way, I probably won't eat you. β
"Well, you have a point." Ye Luo nodded with a little reassurance.
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The next day, at about nine o'clock in the morning, the plane landed smoothly at Tianjing International Airport.
Tenkyo is Ye Luo's second visit. Revisiting the old place, I can't help but feel a lot of emotion. The last time he came, he was still unknown, and now, the glances from time to time around him made him feel the subtle change.
In order to avoid some unnecessary troubles, under the leadership of Song Yan, after they got off the plane, they turned a corner and entered the VIP channel.
"The concert is tonight. I have arranged for you this afternoon a meeting with Mr. Richard. Song Yan walked in front and turned back to Ye Luo from time to time to say.
Ye Luo only nodded his head. Song Yan, this woman, looks like an iceberg beauty from a distance, once she gets in close contact, Ye Luo finds that this beauty has a strong desire to dominate, this trip to Tianjing, from the itinerary to the accommodation. And then to the diet, it's not too small. She did it all.
However, the people are landlords, so Ye Luo naturally has no opinions.
"So we're okay this morning, right?" Yu Yiyi was bouncing and walking beside Ye Luo, as if her energy had nowhere to vent, "Let's go play together, okay?" The last time I came to Tianjing, I patronized the game. I haven't played much of it. β
"There's not much time left in the morning, so let's go to the hotel early and settle down first." Ye Luo shook his head again and again: "Besides, a few of us can only take the VIP channel at the airport and go to the scenic spots." What if you get onlookers? Don't disrupt the tourism order of our capital, it's not good ......"
"Instructor, you stinky fart, you really have my previous style." Yu Yiyi sneered.
Song Yan glanced at Ye Luo and said: "Tianjing is the ancient capital of the Sixteen Dynasties, and there have been countless celebrities since ancient times, and the people of Tianjing can see celebrities almost every day, and they have long been used to it. So once the new girls competition is over, even if we are standing on the street now, it will not attract much attention. β
"Really?" Ye Luo breathed a sigh of relief, "That's good." However, in that case, why do we still have to go through this VIP channel? β
"Because of the other passages, I don't know the way." Song Yan replied lightly.
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Out of the airport, Ye Luo sat comfortably in an extended version of the Cadillac sedan.
There is a lot of space in the car, the two rows of sofas are facing each other, and opposite Ye Luo, Song Yan and Yu Yiyi are sitting.
Song Yan is very rich, and this Ye Luo knows it, so he is not surprised by the scale of this kind of transfer. As for this Nizi's family background, she didn't say it herself, and Ye Luo wouldn't ask.
It's not that Ye Luo respects people's privacy, but once he asks something, the identity gap is there, and if Song Yan doesn't enter the state during the recording in the future, Ye Luo won't be able to slap the table and scold people.
More than forty minutes later, the three got out of the car in front of a glittering, towering five-star hotel.
"Richard is staying here, too." Song Yan said, "I have already arranged our presidential suite, which is next door to him. β
"Is there anything in this world that you can't do?" Ye Luo asked rhetorically.
"Yes." Song Yan nodded.
"What?"
Song Yan glanced at Ye Luo, but did not answer.
"I know!" Yu Yiyi raised her hand beside her and said to Ye Luo, "Let you dump Chu Mo'er and chase her!" β
Ye Luo glanced at Yu Yiyi: "It doesn't make sense, with your imagination, why can't you write a song?" β
Yu Yiyi was suddenly struck in the key point, and bowed her head in shame and remained silent.
"It's not good to make such jokes." Song Yan stretched out her hand and touched Yu Yiyi's head, "Let's go, let's go to the room first." β
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The specifications of the presidential suite are two bedrooms, two living rooms and two bathrooms, and the decoration is extremely luxurious. There are two bedrooms, one for Ye Luo, one for Song Yan and Yu Yiyi, Ye Luo glanced at the bed in the master bedroom, and felt that it was not a big problem to sleep ten Yu Yiyi on it.
After resting for a while, Song Yan soon came to the meal, and Song Yan called the dining car. The three of them began to dine in the suite's own dining room.
"Come out with me, Mo'er has no opinion, right?" Song Yan said while carefully and gently cutting the steak in front of her.
"Didn't you tell her early in the morning?" Ye Luo said.
Song Yan cut the steak in front of her into small pieces, and then pushed it in front of Yu Yiyi.
Yu Yiyi, a music elf, is obviously not used to eating Western food, not to mention the knife and fork, and eats a mouthful of sauce. Seeing that Song Yan had already cut the steak for her, she was very happy, so she simply put down the knife and used the fork directly.
"Eat slowly, don't choke." Ye Luo said with a smile.
"If Richard wants to work with you, what are you going to do about it?" Song Yan saw that Ye Luo's knife and fork were used very well, so she gave up cutting the steak for him and began to ask.
"If it's just the piano field, I'm not interested." Ye Luo shook his head. "If it's pop music, you can think about it."
"Richard is an outlier in the music industry, he is both a master performer of Yan sΓΉ music and a trendsetter in pop music, in addition to being a master pianist from the Queen of England herself, he is also the music director of Warner Records." Song Yan said, "The four major record companies in Europe and the United States basically have a monopoly on the record market. Warner ranks third among them, and its ability to develop markets is trustworthy. If you can write songs in English. You can use Warner as a springboard to test the waters of the European and American music markets. β
"This information, I know. Miss Tang has already told me," Ye Luo said, "I have no problem writing English songs. However, Warner is a giant in the record industry, not comparable to the domestic world, and if I want to cooperate, I am not well-known abroad at present, and I have no advantage in the face of Warner. I think there will be a lot of constraints, so we'll see when the time comes. β
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After taking a lunch break for a while in the afternoon, Ye Luo followed Song Yan and rang the doorbell of the suite next door.
Richard's assistant came to open the door first, this is a Western woman, with a long figure, a dignified temperament, and speaks fluent Chinese: "Miss Song, Mr. Ye, hello, please come in." β
Ye Luo and Song Yan nodded, and then walked into the door, only to hear the assistant say again: "Mr. Richard is waiting for you in the living room, please come with me." β
Walking through the porch and opening the door of the living room, Ye Luo saw a white grand piano.
Richard, with silver hair, with his back to the crowd, was playing a piece of music intently.
The assistant was about to speak, but was stopped by Ye Luo, and then together with Song Yan, he found a sofa and sat down.
As a top student in the composition department of the Conservatory of Music, Ye Luo has heard almost most of the classic and popular piano music in the world, whether it is classical or modern, Ye Luo is very familiar with it. But the tune that Richard is currently playing, Ye Luo is very unfamiliar.
It was supposed to be a new piece, and Richard played it casually, with occasional improvisational variations, as if his fingertips were roaming easily on the piano. Ye Luo felt very comfortable listening to it, like a cup of black tea in the afternoon, fragrant, mellow and leisurely.
is worthy of being the world's top musician, Ye Luo couldn't help but sigh. Listening to Richard playing the piano is a completely different feeling from listening to Song Yan.
Song Yan is very domineering when she plays the piano, the strength of her fingertips is too large, her fingers are clean and neat, her body language is also wide open and closed, and there seems to be a killing atmosphere between the melodies, such as the Yellow River Concerto.
Richard, on the other hand, seems to be more free, this new song in his hands seems to be a river: when tenderness is like water crossing the shallows, there are reefs below, countless tenderness turns into whirlpools and condenses and wanders, and when it is excited, it seems to rush into the sea, never to return.
Ye Luo listened to it, and he was fascinated, the music was good, and he played it well, until the end of this piano song, he began to applaud.
Richard was awakened by the applause and turned around, this is a Western man about fifty years old, silver-haired and blue-eyed, although he is a little old, but his posture is tall and energetic. At this time, he smiled and said in English: "I'm sorry, I didn't expect the guests to come, Miss Song, you are more beautiful today than on the TV screen." β
"Thank you." Song Yan replied in English.
"Then this should be the young Chinese composer, Mr. Ye Luo." Richard stood up and stretched out his hand to Ye Luo.
Ye Luo hurriedly stood up, shook hands with Richard, and said in English: "Mr. Richard's new work is really intoxicating to me. β
"Haha." Richard laughed heartily twice and said, "Mr. Ye misunderstood, although this work is new, the author is not me. It's another of your excellent Chinese composers, Mr. Han Guan, who recently wrote a new album, and the melody of one of the songs was asked to be used in tonight's performance. β
"Oh?" Ye Luo nodded, "I see." β
"Mr. Hanguan, I am also one of my special guests tonight." Mr. Richard said, "It is an honour to have two of you as the best young musicians in China today. β
"Mr. Richard complimented." Ye Luo nodded slightly. He actually doesn't have any opinion on the person Hanguan, so he came here.
"By the way, at the request of Mr. Han Guan, I arranged him and you in the guest seat tonight." Richard smiled, "Mr. Ye won't mind, right?" β
"Of course not." The smile on Ye Luo's face was natural. (To be continued......)