Eight shows are eight, singing enough at one time, and it can be regarded as an addiction in the Red Pavilion.

Yu Dongqing told the matter in the four groups, and the rest of the people didn't have any opinions.

Sing it

As long as you don't dislike hard work, it's fine.

The next night's performance continued, and the entire Red Pavilion was packed early in the morning.

Huang Qihui wore a mask and followed the crowd into the Red Pavilion, sitting in the ordinary seat, he insisted on coming to listen despite his wife's dissuasion.

Is the concert really as godly as the legend says?

At eight o'clock, in the cheers of fans, the concert will begin.

"I Like You" and "The Prodigal Heart". Yu Dongqing sang one song after another, and the atmosphere in the Red Hall was warm.

But the more Huang Qihui listened, the colder his heart became.

It's true.

There are two new songs that are better than the ones that have been released.

For example, Huang Qihui likes the song "Don't Decorate Other People's Dreams" very much.

This should be a popular Cantonese tune in Hong Kong in the last century, and there are really not many people who can write such a graceful style.

Cantonese music's traditional three-frame head Cantonese hu, dulcimer and bamboo flute and other folk music instruments will be better.

Huang Qihui couldn't help but admire.

Ay.

But why, such a beautiful Cantonese song was written by a mainlander?

If you can speak Cantonese, it's okay, it's a northerner!

Just write one song, why write so many songs in a row?!

Is our music scene in Hong Kong going to be occupied by these mainlanders?

I think about how I started learning music when I was a teenager, especially Cantonese songs, and I have been working hard and meditating hard for nearly 30 years, and I have written countless songs and I can't come up with a song that compares with these songs!

Why?

God treats me unfairly.

Thinking of this, sadness came from it, Huang Qihui suddenly felt a sharp pain in his chest, his eyes went dark, and he fainted again.

The concert was still a great success the next day, but what shocked fans even more on the Internet was another piece of news: Mr. Huang Qihui, a famous musician in Hong Kong, suddenly suffered a heart attack during the concert of the Tsing Mang Shoe Band last night, and died after being sent to the hospital. ”

Yu Dongqing only learned about this news when they were eating the next morning, and they looked at each other one by one.

it!

It's really dead!

And even at my own concert!

"Wouldn't it? We're not having a rock concert, so he's not going to be so excited, right? Zhang Yang looked surprised.

"yes. It's a shame. Huang Qihui is also a great musical talent in Hong Kong, and he died young, hey."

One by one, they expressed regret.

Sitting on the side, Luo Yun was drinking dace ball beef porridge, but she was thinking in her heart: I was angry with you, right? It is said that this person is narrow-minded and jealous.

Huang Qihui's unfortunate death is a big regret in the Xiangjiang music scene, and people in the Xiangjiang entertainment circle have posted condolences or come to the door to condole, and even the Qingmangzu Band also asked people to send wreaths to express their condolences.

The band's concert at the Red Pavilion continued, and finally ended after eight days.

Halfway through, after the fans asked to continue singing more times, Yu Dongqing politely refused.

After singing for eight days in a row, his sister was too tired.

In the original time and space, I don't know how Eason Chan sang 27 concerts in a row in the Red Pavilion?

I can only say that it is too awesome.

Today is the second day after the concert, and all the employees of Yu Dongqing's studio have a holiday to go to various scenic spots in Xiangjiang, and everyone is very hard for so many busy days.

What's more, many people are coming to Xiangjiang for the first time, and it's a pity not to turn around.

Yu Dongqing didn't want to go around, he still had his own business, and was invited to participate in the afternoon tea held by Zhou Fanming in his mansion.

Originally, the four members of the Qing Mangxu Band were invited, but the other servants didn't understand Cantonese very well, and it was difficult to communicate, so they politely declined, and Yu Dongqing participated alone.

Zhou Fanming lives in Clear Water Bay, which is also a gathering place for the wealthy in Xiangjiang, and is full of luxury houses. Zhou Fanming's three-story villa is located on the side of Qingshui Bend, which is surrounded by mountains and rivers and has beautiful scenery.

The afternoon tea was held in the garden, but in fact, it was still those people: Xia Wenxi, Liu Guoliang, and the writer Jin Long, who was also a very famous lyricist.

Everyone chatted while drinking tea, basically centering on the pop music of Xiangjiang, congratulating Yu Dongqing's band on the concert, and expressing regret for Huang Qihui's unfortunate death.

"Did you see a message on the Internet? Say More openly questioned Mr. Yu's Cantonese songs in their band, which were old and lacklustre. The golden dragon suddenly spoke.

"The style of music is old? Like Say More, what kind of rap do they sing, and they can't even hear what they sing, even if it's trendy? Xia Wenxi said unceremoniously.

As an older generation of musicians, what I hate most is this so-called rap.

Zhou Fanming, as a bigwig in charge of an entertainment group, will naturally not be as conservative as Xia Wenxi about the development and market trends of the Xiangjiang music scene.

He replied with a smile: "Old Xia, you don't like it, but young people like it." After speaking, he looked at Yu Dongqing again: "What do you think?" ”

"RAP is a style of music that is indeed very popular with young people, and it is also the same in our mainland." Yu Dongqing said frankly: "Actually, I sometimes listen to it, it's quite good." ”

"The main thing is that the lyrics are too bad!" Xia Wenxi took over the topic again: "What words do you listen to Say More?" Full of erotic, violent, such lyrics. What's so beautiful about it? It's vulgar and it's so foul of the music! ”

"Xia Lao, RAP music is originally a foreign product, and it is closely related to hip-hop culture, how beautiful do you want him to have lyrics?" Zhou Fanming retorted.

"Without good lyrics, it's not good music! Isn't it, Kuniliang? Xia Wenxi turned his head and asked Liu Guoliang.

Liu Guoliang is known for his writing, but he is a generous person, not as big as Xia Wenxi's temper, and said with a smile: "I haven't studied this and have no right to speak." ”

Seeing the two arguing, Yu Dongqing had no choice but to say: "RAP's lyrics are indeed sometimes criticized, but not all. I think RAP is just a form of music, and I can still write good lyrics. ”

"Anyway, I didn't hear any good lyrics from Say More!" Xia Wenxi replied stiffly.

Yu Dongqing smiled and didn't say anything.

"Hey, look." Jin Long, who was swiping his mobile phone on the side, suddenly said, "Mr. Yu, Say More is challenging you." ”

"Challenge me?" Yu Dongqing felt inexplicable.

"Look at it." Jin Long took the phone and handed it to Yu Dongqing.

Sure enough, he saw Say More's personal Facebook, mocking Yu Dongqing's songs at the concert, both the score and the arrangement have been OUT, now is the postmodern pop music period, and your classical pop is already a matter of the last century.

"Uncle, do you want to have an electronic sound? hiphop or RAP? Let us also see the demeanor of our predecessors? ”

There was such a passage in the back of Facebook.

Scold?

Is it really challenging?

But what's my name with you little kids?

Yu Dongqing smiled and ignored it.

(End of chapter)