"Do you think it's possible?"

Guo Jiaxiang asked.

The assistant hesitated, thought for a while and said: "It's a bit of a blow (bragging), but I heard that Yu Dongqing is still very good at writing songs." ”

That's just as well.

"Just wait a week!" Guo Jiaxiang said: "If you can't write it, or if you can't write it, let him sing old songs!" ”

How did he know what song Yu Dongqing chose for a headache.

Sitting in the study, slowly drinking tea, Yu Dongqing recalled the classic Cantonese songs in the original time and space.

The songs sung by female singers are temporarily excluded, and songs with too high pitch and too large span are not chosen, such as classic songs sung by Lin Zixiang like "Real Man" and "The Long Road with You", etc., he can only envy and admire but can't sing - his voice is not good.

Choose one of my brother's songs.

What about Principal Tan's?

Not bad either.

Jacky Cheung's songs Jacky Cheung sings well, his classic songs are actually not easy to sing, and others can't sing his taste.

Ay.

My voice can't do it.

If you can't sing it, don't sing it, so as not to spoil the classics.

Yu Dongqing thought about it in the study in the morning, and finally selected three songs. The next step is to write the lyrics and then arrange the music.

I remember the lyrics and songs, and I don't necessarily remember the arrangements so clearly, so it doesn't matter if I arrange the music according to my own ideas, after all, I have to use my own band on the spot.

stayed at home for three whole days, except for picking up and dropping off his daughter to run in the morning, the lyrics and arranging audio of the last three songs, Yu Dongqing was in the crowd of four.

"Dude, how about taking a look at these three?"

It didn't take long for someone to respond.

", Holly, you are awesome, you songs, I estimate that Huang Qihui will vomit three liters of blood in anger."

The words are flamboyant, revealing schadenfreude between the lines.

Followed by Liu Yimin.

"Yes, the style of the three songs is not quite the same. But it's all good, how do we start? Or this afternoon? ”

Du Hui's receipt was the latest, probably because of the morning class, and his speech was simple and clear:

"It'll be done in the afternoon!"

Yu Dongqing's June is spent like this, after sending the children in the morning, he went to Rending Lake to exercise, watched the old men play chess, went to the studio's recording studio to train with a few buddies at noon, got off work with Luo Yun in the evening, took a walk or shopping after eating, and went to pick up his daughter home at night.

Life is very easy.

Of course, sometimes there are delays at night, mainly because this guy is saying that he wants to rehearse the song, and he has to pull everyone to play strings and drink beer.

Soon to the end of June, the Qingmangzu Band left for Xiangjiang, accompanied by Luo Yun and Yang Liu.

This is the first time for Yang Liu to go to Xiangjiang, and he is naturally very happy.

"This trip to Xiangjiang is not only to arrange Mr. Yu's itinerary, but more importantly, to meet some people in the entertainment industry here in Xiangjiang, which is conducive to the studio's business expansion in the future."

On the plane, Luo Yun did not forget to teach Yang Liu earnestly.

Yu Dongqing, who was sitting on the seat next to him, was a little amused when he heard it, this is really cultivating Yang Liu as his successor.

How to prepare for retirement?

But it's okay, don't get too tired.

I want to have a baby after I get married.

The plane landed at Xiangjiang International Airport, and the group walked out of the security checkpoint with their luggage, and Yu Dongqing saw a familiar figure again: Wu Jingqi.

"Oops. Sure enough, they're coming to pick you up again. Luo Yun looked at the girl who was waving to them not far away, and whispered to Yu Dongqing.

Why is it a little sour?

But Yu Dongqing ignored her.

Deliberately.

This time, Wu Jingqi did not drive her own car, but sat in an Iveco specially picked up by the organizing committee with everyone, in the car, several people chatted, Wu Jingqi asked: "Holly, I heard that you wrote a few new songs specifically for the party this time?" Or a Cantonese song? ”

Yu Dongqing did not deny it and nodded.

"Holly is amazing, and some people are even more uncomfortable when they hear it." Wu Jingqi said with a smile.

The person next to him laughed.

They knew who Wu Jingqi was talking about.

"Actually, Miss Wu, you're wrong." Luo Yun, who had not spoken, suddenly burst out.

"Oh, Sister Luo, what do you mean?"

"There is nothing in the world, and the mediocrity disturbs himself because he thinks too much, and we don't target someone at all."

Luo Yun came slowly.

No matter what Yu Dongqing thinks, Huang Qihui is indeed very uncomfortable.

I was hospitalized due to illness some time ago, and after being discharged from the hospital, I have been recuperating at home and temporarily taking a break from work, of course, I don't forget to pay attention to the news in the Xiangjiang entertainment industry.

Therefore, when I heard that Guo Jiaxiang specially invited Yu Dongqing to participate in this year's Qingxiangjiang return party, I was angry for a while, and I couldn't help but put forward my different opinions on Twitter.

He is a person who can't hold back things, and he likes to talk about it when he is unhappy.

As a result, the other party came, and I heard that he had written three new songs, all in Cantonese!

This made Huang Qihui extremely depressed.

Never mind

I don't want to.

If he thought about it any longer, Huang Qihui felt that he would be by that guy.

The doctor said that during this time, you should be calm and avoid anger.

Huang Qihui simply threw away his phone and stood on the balcony alone looking at the scenery outside.

The location of his house is also very good, not far from the repulse bay, the waves are calm, the water is clear and the sand is fine, and the mood is much more comfortable to see the sunset.

"Dad, I'm back."

The one who spoke was a teenager in a basketball uniform, who had just returned from outside, still holding a basketball in his hand.

It is Huang Qihui's youngest son, Huang Xiong.

Huang Qihui has two sons, one has graduated from college and now works in securities on Wall Street in the United States, and the younger one is studying at St. Paul's Co-educational High School and only comes back once a week.

Seeing his youngest son come back, Huang Qihui had a smile on his face.

The youngest son is very similar to himself, likes music, is quite talented in this area, and organized a band by himself at school, and is also famous.

"Dad, the day after tomorrow, will you go to see the Qingxiangjiang return performance?" Huang Xiong asked

"What? Do you want to go? Huang Qihui returned to the living room and asked rhetorically.

Unexpectedly, the son replied:

"NONO, I'M JUST ASKING, I'M NOT INTERESTED IN THOSE SO-CALLED MUSIC."

Scold?

That's a big breath.

"Why?"

"It's so OUT!"

"Obsolete?" Huang Qihui frowned slightly.

"That's right! Dad, including the band from the mainland, what folk rock they play, for us young people, it's OUT! ”

"And what do you like?"

“RAP！”

Lonely and lonely Kara House goes to sing late at night

The stars and moon in the late evening sky were shaking Xiao Jin to move

"Are you mistaken? Sing the song of the buried old earth!

Huang Xiong said, and even sang and performed for his father.

"Stop singing, you're busy, you go!"

Huang Qihui unceremoniously interrupted his son's impromptu performance.

Listening to your so-called RAP, I might as well listen to Yu Dongqing's rock 'n' roll.

At least you can hear the lyrics, right?

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