Middle age: leisurely life in the entertainment industry

"Just him?" In the office of Zhang Chao, the leader of the folk band, Zhang Chao was very confused when he saw this old man with wrinkles on his face and a somewhat reserved expression.

Can he sing high notes in the key of D?

Zhang Chao's expression naturally fell in Yu Dongqing's eyes. Without explaining, he said to Yu Hongguang: "Uncle Third, please sing a cappella for Captain Zhang to listen."

Yu Hongguang nodded and calmed down, habitually closing his eyes slightly and opening his mouth to sing, but when he got nervous, he went out of tune.

Zhang Chao frowned slightly.

This detail caught Yu Hongguang's eyes and made him even more nervous, even his calves started to tremble.

Yu Dongqing saw that it was not good, so she quickly pulled him outside the door and whispered: "Third uncle, don't be afraid!"

"But he is the leader and an expert. Thinking about this makes me nervous."

"Expert in farts! Just think of him as the old man in our village who likes to hear you sing. Let me ask you, who likes to hear you sing the most?"

"Widow Zhang at the west end of the village," Yu Hongguang replied timidly.

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Yu Dongqing took a deep breath: "Then treat him as Widow Zhang! Are you still nervous when she listens to you singing?"

"not nervous."

"Okay, then go and sing for Widow Zhang!"

The two returned to the office again.

Yu Hongguang was clever this time. He simply closed his eyes and no longer looked at the fair face opposite him. Instead, he imagined him as the old face of Widow Zhang. He slowly relaxed and opened his mouth to sing:

Face the waves with pride

Hot blood is like the red sunlight

When singing the high notes at the end, Yu Hongguang suddenly raised the octave!

be a good man

Strengthen yourself every day

hot-blooded man

Brighter than the sun.

Zhang Chao was stunned.

My dear

You can sing it this way, and you don’t have to use falsetto, it’s the real sound.

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

"Hey, where did this old man come from with such a high voice? Are you about to catch up with Pavarotti?"

"I don't know. I heard that someone still sings the old Huayin tune. Someone specially recommended him to sing the song General's Order that the troupe is rehearsing!"

"What General's Order? It's obviously a popular song. I heard it was used as a soundtrack for a TV series!"

"It's adapted from the general's order, don't you think it sounds good?!"

"Who said the general's orders are not good to listen to? I even played the dulcimer."

The conversation between the two of them went crazy.

In the office, Zhang Chao woke up from the shock and said quickly: "Okay, okay! I will rehearse the performance chart in the key of D right away! Try to get the accompaniment tape out as soon as possible!"

peat.

It turns out I’m still worried.

But Yu Dongqing was helpless.

After leaving Zhongle Building, Yu Hongguang got into the car and couldn't help but ask: "Dongwa, where are we going now?"

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

Yu Hongguang immediately cheered up, this was what he had dreamed of!

Suddenly he thought of something again and asked cautiously: "Dong Wa, who pays for the tickets to the scenic spot? Or the crew?"

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

When Yu Hongguang heard this, he quickly said: "Then don't go to places that ask for tickets. Let's just go to places that don't cost money."

"Third uncle, it doesn't cost much. Besides, you finally came to Yanjing. How can I not take you to have some fun?"

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. You can bring your third uncle to the company for recording tomorrow morning.

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

Yu Hongguang was eating miscellaneous noodles. 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? I'm not eating for free. I feel sorry for the crew after staying here for such a long time and spending so much money."

"Uncle, don't worry. The money you spent is nothing to a crew." Yu Dongqing comforted with a smile: "Besides, how could you mess up? Didn't you sing well in front of Captain Zhang that day? Really? Just think of everyone in the recording studio as Widow Zhang!"

Yu Hongguang nodded after hearing something, and suddenly thought of something and looked nervous: "Dongwa, when you go back to your hometown, don't mention Widow Zhang in front of your third mother! In fact, Widow Zhang just likes to listen to me singing operas. We chat sometimes, nothing else Do it all!”

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Yu Dongqing felt funny seeing her third uncle's nervous look, but I would never say anything to comfort her, but in my heart I was thinking, what is the beauty of this Widow Zhang?

You actually made my third uncle worry about you?

Hmm. I must take a good look when I go back.

After breakfast the next morning, Yu Dongqing got in the car and took Yu Hongguang to his company. He met Wu Lan first, and after a brief introduction, he went to the recording studio on the eighth floor.

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

I don’t know how this news happened, but someone in the company actually knew it, so a bunch of curious people gathered in the recording studio.

Tang Guang is one of them.

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

He doesn't resent Yu Dongqing for this. If it weren't for that song, he would have returned to his hometown in Jiangxi long ago.

I just feel sorry.

The new album produced by the company is currently in the intense production stage. Most of it is written by itself, and it also includes songs written by others, such as "The Final Countdown" written by Yu Dongqing, which is also the title song.

However, Tang Guang hopes to have a Chinese song as the title song. After all, the English audience is not as good as the Chinese one, but among the other nine songs, he cannot choose one that is worse than "The Final Countdown".

So he really wanted to let him sing this new song written by Yu Dongqing and make it the title song.

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Of course, what he is more curious about is, what is Yu Dongqing's third uncle like?

Some people in the company secretly rumored that Yu Dongqing was working for personal gain.

He also had a vague hope that if this third uncle didn't sing well, it would be his turn.

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

Let him sing? !

Where did you find the farmer? !

I can also sing!

Yu Dongqing looked calm and ignored the whispers of others. Looking at Yu Hongguang who became nervous again, he whispered: "Uncle, don't be afraid! They are all Widow Zhang!"

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

Widow Zhang, what do you mean?

None of the women present seemed to be widowed?

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

Yu Hongguang couldn't hear the voice, but could see his mouth shape:

"Widow Zhang"!

Suddenly he laughed.

His eldest nephew was quite interesting and moved him.

Soon, the tuner made an OK gesture and started playing.

The familiar music rhythm appeared in Yu Hongguang's ears again.

Soon, he threw away all distracting thoughts and sang loudly along with the accompaniment.

When the last few lyrics were sung in a high octave, the entire recording studio was silent.

Tang Guang left quietly.

He knew he wouldn't be able to sing this song in public now, probably forever.

Because no one can sing such high notes as his third uncle.

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