"I'm sorry, Feather Boy!"

The sexy woman smiled apologetically at Yan Qingyu first, then glared at Yu Lian, and gestured to Fa Ge with her eyes.

Yu Lian seems to have suffered great humiliation, if it weren't for this Fa brother here, she would have left long ago.

"You know me?"

Yan Qingyu asked the sexy woman curiously, he had no impression of the other party at all.

"Of course, I have watched the Huaxing Rookie Singer Competition! You're Yan Qing Yu Yuzai, right? I love listening to your songs, I'm a fan of yours! By the way, my name is Zhong Chuhong, it's good if you call me Honggu, my friends call me that. ”

Zhong Chuhong's smile is very charming, especially her red lips, which are extremely seductive in the light. Person.

Yan Qingyu had a good impression of Zhong Chuhong, and said with a smile: "Hello Honggu, just call me Xiao Yu." Need help? ”

As he spoke, Yan Qingyu pointed at Fa Ge, who was about to lie on the ground.

Zhong Chuhong glanced at Yan Qingyu gratefully and said, "Thank you so much, this is Brother Fa, oh, that is, Chow Yun-fat." This is Fa Ge's girlfriend Chen Yulian. ”

Zhong Chuhong looked at Yan Qingyu with some doubts, as if he felt that it was a little strange that he didn't know the three of them.

Yan Qingyu hadn't paid attention to the three of them, but she had also heard of the names of the three of them. Yan Qingyu smiled and shrugged, "My family used to be very poor, and I just moved out of the cage house a few days ago. I haven't watched much TV before, I'm sorry. ”

Zhong Chuhong was a little at a loss when she heard this, and said apologetically: "I'm really sorry, Xiao Yu, I didn't mean that." ”

Caged people are really a very discriminated class in Hong Kong.

Yan Qingyu waved her hand and said, "It's okay Honggu, I'm not ashamed of it." ”

Zhong Chuhong glanced at Yan Qingyu with appreciative eyes, and said, "Well, heroes don't ask where they come from, I believe you will definitely succeed." ”

Yan Qingyu smiled, there was no interface, and then looked at Chow Yun-fat and said, "Where are you going to send him?" ”

Zhong Chuhong was even more embarrassed, and said apologetically: "I'm going to send him to the car downstairs, Xiao Yu, Fa Ge is very heavy, can you?" ”

Yan Qingyu narrowed her eyes and said with a smile: "Honggu, my elders taught me to be a man, never say no." ”

Zhong Chuhong's face turned red when she heard this, she actually didn't expect that Yan Qingyu's words were really just a superficial meaning, and there was no need to extend it.

Yan Qingyu inexplicably glanced at Zhong Chuhong, who suddenly looked like he had been smeared with rouge, and Chen Yulian next to him also looked at him with disdain, Yan Qingyu shook his head helplessly, and then pulled Chow Yun-fat's arm, put it on his shoulder, and suddenly helped the man who was at least one meter eight tall to his feet.

With the continuous Zama and boxing every day, Yan Qingyu's body is getting better and better.

But even so, when he helped Chow Yun-fat downstairs and put him in the car, he couldn't help but sweat.

"Whew, whew, wrh, whew

"Huh!"

Looking at Yan Qingyu's appearance of wiping his sweat, and thinking about his words just now, Zhong Chuhong couldn't help laughing.

After Chen Yulian drove away, Zhong Chuhong looked at Yan Qingyu jokingly and said, "Xiao Yu, are you okay?" ”

After that, Yan Qingyu was nothing, Zhong Chuhong's face was like a boiled crab, red to the root of his ears.

Especially when Yan Qingyu smiled and said, "Okay, why don't you try it?" ”

"You ......"

Zhong Chuhong looked at Yan Qingyu with shame, she didn't expect that Yan Qingyu would hide such a lewd heart under such a delicate face.

Yan Qingyu glanced at the annoyed Zhong Chuhong blankly, he felt that the other party might have misunderstood the meaning of his words, and hurriedly explained: "Aunt Hong, I mean I can still help you upstairs, do you want to fork?" ”

Yan Qingyu's eyes looked at Zhong Chuhong clearly and transparently, Zhong Chuhong stared at Yan Qingyu tightly, but he didn't see a trace of obscenity in his eyes. After the meaning of blasphemy, I felt that she had really lost people tonight.

Zhong Chuhong waved his hand again and again: "I'm sorry, Xiao Yu, I still have something to do today, I'll invite you to dinner another day." ”

After that, he couldn't bear the embarrassment anymore and turned around and ran upstairs.

Of course she didn't notice it, Yan Qingyu behind her quietly breathed a sigh of relief......

After returning home and saying a few words to the photo of Uncle Wang, Yan Qingyu sat on the balcony alone.

He put the paper on his lap with a thin layer of hardwood underneath, sorted out the picture in his mind, and then wrote two words on the paper: !

……

A week later.

"Xiao Yu, have you sampled your song list?"

In Huang Zhan's office, Huang Zhan hurriedly hid the cigarette and wine bottle, and then looked at Yan Qingyu solemnly and asked.

Yan Qingyu looked at Huang Zhan funny and said, "Uncle Zhan, smoke less!" ”

Because calling Master is too solemn, and the sex is happy. Huang Zhan thought about it for a night before he came up with the title "Uncle Zhan". Because Yan Qingyu already has an uncle, it is not very good to call him uncle, and it is easy to remind Yan Qingyu of the deceased uncle. So I had to use Uncle Zhan, and it sounded kind.

Huang Zhan glanced at Yan Qingyu angrily and said: "It's a lot less, I used to have two or three packs a day, but now I only have one pack every two days." I don't have to smoke, but I can't write without drawing when I write. ”

Yan Qingyu nodded and said, "Then it's better to smoke less, and in the future, my good boy will still call you master." ”

Huang Zhan waved his hand impatiently and said, "Okay, okay, I know!" It's verbose every time, just like your teacher. Say, what's the matter? ”

Yan Qingyu smiled and took out a stack of paper from his backpack, handed it to Huang Zhan, and said with a smile: "Uncle Zhan, help me once!" ”

"What the hell?"

Huang Zhan took it, and when he saw the thick pile, he knew that it would definitely not be the lyrics.

After reading a page, he raised his head and looked at Yan Qingyu with some incredulity: "Are you writing?" ”

Yan Qingyu squinted her eyes, Danfeng's eyes instantly turned into fox eyes, and she nodded with a smile: "It's a drop!" ”

Huang Zhan frowned and said, "You big-headed ghost!" Why don't you write songs well, are you fooling around? ”

Yan Qingyu didn't dare to say to Huang Zhan that it was because she longed for Ni Kuang's two million remuneration, and made an excuse: "Writing songs requires feelings, how old am I, how deep can I feel when I experience such a little thing." That's why I'll write it. ”

Huang Zhan was not easy to fool, and asked with a stern face: "Do you want to remember to write it?" What did the side teach you? Don't tell me, I taught you when I was drunk. ”

Yan Qingyu said: "Uncle Zhan, have you forgotten the one I wrote?" That song was written after reading the script and being deeply moved. I've been recording an album recently, and I'm still missing a few songs, so I have no choice but to figure it out by myself. ”

Huang Zhan still frowned and said, "You won't find a few more scripts to read?" ”

Yan Qingyu shook his head and said, "It's hard to have a sense of substitution. ”

Huang Zhan thought for a moment that the plot in it was indeed somewhat similar to Yan Qingyu's situation, so it was difficult to say anything.

"What are you doing with this? Let me help you publish? ”

Huang Zhan looked at Yan Qingyu suspiciously and asked.

Yan Qingyu waved his hand and said, "Of course not!" I know that Uncle Zhan and Mr. Jin Yong are close friends, so I want you to help me hand over the manuscript. As you know, there are a lot of people who deliver to Ming Pao every day, and I'm afraid that what I've worked so hard to write will be thrown into the wastebasket. ”

Huang Zhan snorted and said, "You have a good calculation, okay, I'll help you vote." But I'll say the front, whether you succeed or not, you don't take it too seriously, it's better to write songs, sing and release records than anything else. I warn you not to be too unreliable! ”

Yan Qingyu was overjoyed when she heard this, and nodded again and again: "Of course, of course!" ”

Huang Zhan roughly flipped through the manuscript in his hand, then looked at Yan Qingyu and said, "Show me your newly written song." ”

Yan Qingyu unhurriedly took out a piece of paper from his backpack and handed it to Huang Zhan a little proudly, he was very satisfied with this song.

Looking at Yan Qingyu's proud appearance, Huang Zhan snorted, but he didn't speak, he was also a little curious, what song did he, a disciple who can be called a genius, write to make him so proud.

"This ...... This is what you wrote? ”

After Huang Zhan browsed the brief score, he looked at Yan Qingyu incredulously and asked.

Yan Qingyu smiled: "That's right! ”

Huang Zhan's eyes were about to pop out, and he scolded: "That's a fart! Your magic weapon fairy sword is flying all over the sky, where is the word Xiangjiang? Where can I see the feelings of the Pearl of the Orient? Stinky boy, you're fooling me! ”

Yan Qingyu shook his head again and again and said, "Uncle Zhan, don't worry, you listen to me." That's right, when I was writing, I was sitting on the balcony, and when I was thinking about the plot, I often looked out the window at the night scene. After a long time, somehow, I wrote this song. I don't even know how to write it myself, do you think it's funny? ”

Huang Zhan looked straight at his beloved disciple, he didn't know what to say, for a long time, he laughed out loud, and then he couldn't help but laugh at the sky anymore, and scared Yan Qingyu away.

"Uncle Zhan, Uncle Zhan......"

Yan Qingyu called cautiously.

Huang Zhen suddenly restrained his smile, and then looked at Yan Qingyu viciously and said, "Xiao Yu, among the top ten Chinese golden songs in Hong Kong this year, can you have three shortlisted songs, hehe!" Then for the whole year of next year, you can't do anything but learn to write songs with me. ”

When Yan Qingyu heard this, her face instantly fell, and she said with a sad face: "Uncle Zhan, I am really confident in the songs I write, but I have ...... for my singing skills Alas! As you know, my voice isn't very good. Hong Kong's top ten Chinese golden songs, in addition to watching the song itself, have higher requirements for singers! ”

Huang Zhen shook his head when he heard this: "I don't care about this, such a good song, if it can't be shortlisted for the top ten Chinese golden songs and win the award, it's really too indebted." Are you willing to have someone sing the song you wrote? ”

Yan Qingyu shook his head again and again and said: "That's definitely not willing, I wrote a song for myself, so I don't want others to sing it." ”

Huang Zhan glanced at Yan Qingyu angrily, and said, "Then you practice hard, don't insult these songs." You don't want other people's songs to be on top of yours, do you? ”

Yan Qingyu glanced at Huang Zhan a few times and said carefully: "Uncle Zhan, you should know, right?" Among the top ten Chinese golden songs in Hong Kong in recent years, six or seven out of ten are songs of you and Uncle Hui. In fact, it's not impossible to be pressed under the songs of Uncle Zhan and Uncle Hui, oh? ”

This is really not a sycophant, the fifth Hong Kong Chinese top ten golden songs in 82, five of which are songs by Huang Zhan and Gu Jiahui.

, five songs accounted for half of the list. Among them, the Best Chinese Song Award is Gu Jiahui, and the Best Chinese Lyrics Award is Huang Zhan.

In the past, there was a Zheng Guojiang who could compete with the brilliant duo, but now, the two have completely swept the Xiangjiang music scene and songwriting circles, and have completely become the hegemonic level.

But Uncle Zhan, who can be called a grandmaster in the music industry, how can he be satisfied with this achievement.

I only heard Huang Zhen snort and said, "No interest, of course I know that most of the top ten Chinese golden songs are the songs of me and Ah Hui, even if there are six or seven out of ten, isn't there still three or four songs that we didn't write?" I'm just giving it to you. I don't ask for much, and I don't ask you to be shortlisted for four songs, just three, I'm not greedy. ”

When Yan Qingyu heard this, she almost sprayed yellow and stained her face with blood......