"Just him?" In the office of Zhang Chao, the head of the Chinese Orchestra, Zhang Chao was very puzzled when he saw this old man with a wrinkled face and a somewhat restrained expression.

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

Zhang Chao's expression naturally fell in Yu Dongqing's eyes, and he didn't explain, so he said to Yu Hongguang: "Third uncle, you sing a cappella and let Head Zhang listen to it." ”

Yu Hongguang nodded and calmed down, habitually opened his mouth to sing with his eyes slightly closed, but he was nervous and went out of tune.

Zhang Chao frowned slightly.

This detail fell in Yu Hongguang's eyes, which made him even more nervous, and even his legs and stomach trembled.

Yu Dongqing couldn't see it well, so he quickly pulled him outside the door and whispered, "Third uncle, don't be afraid!" ”

"But the person is the head of the regiment, expert, I am nervous when I think of this."

"The experts of fart! You just think of him as an old man in our village who likes to listen to you sing..... Third uncle, let me ask you, who likes to listen to you sing 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 a widow!" Were you still nervous when she listened to you sing? ”

"Not nervous."

"Okay, then go and sing it to Widow Zhang!"

The two returned to the office again.

Yu Hongguang played a sharp trick this time, simply closed his eyes and no longer looked at the white face opposite, but imagined him as the old face of a widow, his mood slowly relaxed, and he opened his mouth to sing:

Arrogant and arrogant, laughing thousands of waves

Warm blood is better than red sunshine

.....

.....

When singing the high notes of the end group, Yu Hongguang suddenly raised an octave!

Be a good man

Hot blood and hot intestines

Brighter than the sun......

Zhang Chao was stunned.

My good .....

This can be sung, but it doesn't need to be falsetto, it's the real sound.

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

"Hey, where did this old man come from, with such a high voice? Catching up with Pavarotti? ”

"I don't know, I heard that people say that it seems to be still singing Huayin's old dialect, and someone specially recommended it to sing, which is the general's order that the troupe is rehearsing!"

"What a general's order, it's obviously a pop song, I heard it's for the soundtrack of a TV series!"

"The general's order was reorganized..... Don't you say it's good?! ”

"Who said that the general's order is not good? I've also played the dulcimer. ”

The conversation between the two was directly crooked.

In the office, Zhang Chao woke up from the shock and hurriedly said, "Okay, good!" I'll have the artwork rehearsed in D right away! Strive for an early sunrise accompaniment belt! ”

Peat .....

I still don't feel at ease.

But Yu Dongqing was helpless.

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

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

Yu Hongguang suddenly perked up, this is what he dreamed of!

Suddenly, he thought of something again, and asked cautiously: "Dongwa, who pays for the ticket to this attraction?" Is it still a crew? ”

"This crew will not be reimbursed, I will pay for it." Yu Dongqing said with a smile.

When Yu Hongguang heard this, he hurriedly said: "Then don't go to the place where you ask for tickets, let's just go to the place where you don't need money."

"Third uncle, it doesn't cost a few dollars, 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, the Badaling Great Wall and other famous scenic spots.

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

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

Yu Hongguang was snoring and eating mixed sauce noodles, and after hearing the news, he put down the bowl and looked at Yu Dongqing with some worry: "Dongwa, I'm still a little worried, what if I mess up?" It's not that I've lived for so long in vain, and I'm sorry for spending so much money on other people's crews. ”

"Third uncle, don't worry, the little 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? You're going to treat everyone in the studio as a widow! ”

Yu Hongguang nodded when he heard this, and suddenly thought of something and looked nervous: "Dongwa, don't say anything about Widow Zhang in front of your third mother after you go back to your hometown!" In fact, Widow Zhang just likes to listen to me sing, we sometimes chat, don't do anything! ”

I.....

Yu Dongqing looked at the third uncle's nervous appearance and felt funny, but I definitely didn't say anything about comforting it, but I was thinking in my heart, what kind of appearance does this widow Zhang have?

It actually made my third uncle worry?

Well..... Be sure to 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 met Wu Lan, and then went to the recording studio on the eighth floor after a brief introduction.

Yu Dongqing actually asked his third uncle to sing the song he wrote!

I don't know what happened to this news, but someone in the company knew about it, so a bunch of curious people gathered around the recording studio.

Tang Guang is one of them.

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

He didn't resent Yu Dongqing about this, if it weren't for the song of others, he would have returned to his hometown in Jiangxi by now.

It's just a pity in my heart.

Now the new album produced by the company is in the final stage, most of which are written by themselves, and they also include songs written by others, such as "The Final Countdown" written by Yu Dongqing, and it is used as the title song.

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

So he really wanted Yu Dongqing to sing the song he wrote and become the title song.

Pity.....

Of course, what he was more curious about was, what happened to Yu Dongqing's third uncle?

Someone in the company privately rumored that Yu Dongqing was fake for public benefit.

He also has a faint hope that if this third uncle doesn't sing well, it will be his turn.

When Wu Lan and Yu Dongqing walked into the recording studio with an old farmer in his fifties, the people around them whispered.

Let him sing?!

Where did you get the croppers?!

You can also sing!

Yu Dongqing's face was calm, he didn't pay attention to the whispers of others at all, and looked at Yu Hongguang, who had become nervous again, and said in a low voice: "Third uncle, don't be afraid!" They are all widows! ”

As a result, Li Wei, who was closest to him, heard it with the tip of his ear, and he was stunned.

Widow Zhang, what do you mean?

The women who are in the field again, it seems that there are no widows?

Yu Dongqing took Yu Hongguang into the singing room, helped him put on his headphones and explained him some details in detail, then went out and looked at him through the glass, and said three more words.

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

"Widow Zhang"!

Immediately laughed.

His eldest nephew is quite interesting, and it also touches 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 distractions and began to sing aloud to the accompaniment.

When the last few lines of the lyrics were sung in an octave higher, the studio fell silent.

Lei Guang quietly left.

He knew he couldn't sing this song in public now, it should be forever.

Because, no one can sing a high note like his third uncle.