The depth of flowers after the rain is definitely not beautiful.
The alley is getting longer and narrower. When walking in it, you always feel that the walls on both sides are squeezing towards the middle. The moss on the wall seems to be wiping your clothes. The coolness contained in it drives away the heat of summer.
Xiao Qian and Li Qingjue stayed in Ning Han's courtyard last night.
This guy had been stuck at home for several months. He had nowhere to vent his depression. He grabbed Xiao Qian and Li Qing and refused to let go. It was clear that they couldn't drink with him, but he was still drunk.
So much so that when I woke up the next day, this guy was floating when he walked.
Staggering in the alley, he hit the wall on the left and bumped against the wall on the right. For those who didn't know, I thought he was practicing Tieshan.
Xiao Qian held an umbrella and looked at him happily, but she spoke to Li Qingjue.
"did you sleep well last night?"
"It's not good. The rain is pattering on the window. It seems like there's always someone knocking on the door. I'm scared."
Xiao Qian tilted the umbrella toward her.
"I told you, let's sleep together and I can protect you."
"Pooh!"
The road is not long as we walk in a meandering way.
When she saw the shop-like storefront in front of her, Xiao Qian couldn't help but sigh.
Such an inconspicuous place is actually the birthplace of modern Chinese pop music.
Simple and shabby, but stubborn and not sure what he is insisting on.
After walking for a while, Ning Han's drunkenness faded a lot.
"It's not much fun here anymore. I don't come here anymore. In the past, there were no gods here. Now there are record companies everywhere, and only audiophiles are left here."
Li Qingjue didn't understand. He looked at the appearance and frowned. It was difficult to associate the appearance with the words "Baihua Recording Studio" of Changshou Group.
"Is this a recording studio?"
"You didn't expect that, did you?"
Many singers have disappeared in this life, but Baihua Deep is still there, continuing the inertia of history, and still giving birth to many big names.
"Sister Qu Qi's first album was recorded here."
Li Qingjue was speechless and finally felt awe in his heart.
"The person you are talking about is here?"
Ning Han seemed to have been here for a long time. He was familiar with the house and led them inside.
"He's here to help out and practice his voice. He definitely has a good accent, but there's no chance. If you hadn't told me, I wouldn't have been able to remember such a person."
The recording studio is not big, but it has a few turns.
As soon as I entered the door, I saw a middle-aged woman knitting a sweater without looking up.
"Are you here to record songs? One hundred and fifty per hour."
Ning Han came over.
"Sister Hong, we are here to find someone."
The woman then raised her head and saw that it was Ning Han. The corners of her mouth curved and she smiled.
"Hey, Xiao Ningzi, didn't you go filming a movie? Is the filming finished?"
You can't mention the word "movie" to Ning Han, because his body keeps shaking.
"Let's not talk about movies today, let's talk about music."
Sister Hong put down her sweater and gave up her seat to a few people.
"Talk about music? Can I talk to you? Do you know music notation? Can you sing your voice and let me listen?"
Ning Han didn't get angry when he was bullied, he smiled playfully.
"I can't do it, but I brought an expert here."
He pointed at Xiao Qian and introduced him.
"This is my boss. He comes from Shanghai. Sister Hong should have heard of it. Sister Qu Qi's latest album was produced by our boss."
Sister Hong's hand when pouring tea stopped and she tilted her head to look at Xiao Qian.
"You...are Mr. Xiao?"
This woman is in her thirties and generally looks peaceful. She has short, uneven hair that she probably cut herself.
Because the head is tilted, the hair is tilted to one side and the entire forehead is exposed.
What a peach face, moist enough, warm, and peaceful with the passage of time. No wonder she can stick to it here.
"Sister Hong Huiyan, I am Xiao Qian."
Nowadays, Xiao Qian is no longer a nobody in the Chinese music industry. His songs are hits, and his ability to turn stone into gold is spread everywhere.
But Sister Hong just nodded, her expression neutral.
Also, guarding the depths of the flowers, what kind of wrists have you not seen?
"I heard that Mr. Xiao has a big career in Magic City. I'm here today, so he shouldn't be recording songs, right?"
As the woman spoke, she looked past them and looked longingly at the equipment inside.
Times have changed, and what was once the best recording studio in the country has also lost its pride. The equipment here has accumulated over time, but its functions cannot keep up.
Separated lines are like mountains apart, and Ning Han can't see Sister Hong's feelings.
"We are here to find Gangzi. Mr. Xiao needs to find a suitable singer, so I recommended Gangzi to him. Sister Hong, you won't be reluctant to part with it, right?"
The woman's thoughts were pulled out of her memories, and she was filled with anger.
"How to talk? Why am I reluctant to let go? He is not my lover."
Everyone in the capital is poor, and Ning Han is also a bitch.
"Hey, that's not necessarily the case. You are a lonely man and a widower, and you are so strong. How can you, who is like a wolf at thirty or a tiger at forty, hold back?"
It was not until this moment that Sister Hong finally showed off her fierceness as the great Sa Mi in the capital.
"I saw that your father couldn't hold back, so he gave birth to a thing like you."
Despite the scolding, Sister Hong still twisted her waist and went to the back. After a while, when she came back, there was a young man behind her.
Good guy, he's really not short, at least 1.8 meters tall.
Tiger backs, wasp waists, and mantis legs, he took a step as if he was about to jump up. Apparently Sister Hong had told him, and when the young man came over, he couldn't hide the excitement on his face.
"Gangzi, don't say that your brother doesn't take care of you. I'm telling you, if this matter is going to happen, you have to treat your brother to a drink."
Ning Han hugged the young man's neck and was speechless without saying anything serious.
This guy was not like this when he was in the magic city. He was polite and had the air of a literary young man.
This time when I visited Sijiucheng, my mouth was full of thalassemia.
The young man did not dare to neglect.
"I have always known that Brother Ning is a man of justice. What I didn't say, no matter whether it succeeds or not, let's start from east to west."
Xiao Qian pursed her lips and smiled.
This young man seems to be a handsome man, but he knows his way around things. If he doesn't show off, it can only be said that he is too unlucky.
Ning Han pulled the young man in front of Xiao Qian.
"Mr. Xiao, this is the brother I was talking about. His name is Tu Xiaogang. He used to be a Beijing opera singer. He comes from a Tongchui painted face. His voice is unspeakable and bright. I guess the person you need is not good enough, so you won't be able to find another one.
Already."
Although Xiao Qian looked like a child, Tu Xiaogang was respectful and respectful.
"Hello, Mr. Xiao. Thank you for the opportunity. I will work hard."
"Haha, don't be formal, sit down, let's sit down and talk."
Tu Xiaogang found a bench and sat next to Ning Han. Although he knew how to get into trouble, he was still young and couldn't let go when facing big bosses.
"I heard Brother Han say that you are a Beijing opera singer? How come you are so good that you come here to sing?"
Xiao Qian started with small talk and gradually got to know her better.
Homely talk is the most relaxing thing. Tu Xiaogang didn't know why, so he introduced his situation.
"I learned to sing when I was a child, and my master said that my voice was suitable for the copper-hammered face. As you know, the painted face depends entirely on the accent to win the show. I'm not bragging. In the troupe at that time, I was also ranked high in terms of voice. But.
I’ve been waiting for several years, but I just can’t get on the stage.”
Xiao Qian was curious.
"why?"
Tu Xiaogang was indignant, but he even felt more sorry for himself.
"They said I have a small brain and can't support a show with a pretty face."
Only then did Xiao Qian pay attention and found that Tu Xiaogang's huge figure actually had a leopard's head.
Painted faces are the highlight of the stage, and one voice can hold up everything. Therefore, anyone who can sing painted faces must be a steady figure in the old city.
Just mention Bao Gong and Xu Yanzhao, and everyone will understand.
The picture of a leopard head and Bao Gong makeup...
Tsk tsk, you are wearing a crown despite being a monkey.
Tu Xiaogang took a few breaths and calmed down a little.
"I can't see my future in the group, but I'm still young, so I can't let it go my whole life, right? I happen to like singing, and all my abilities lie in this voice, so I came here to look for opportunities."
"Then what's the result?"
This time it was Sister Hong who spoke.
"What else can I do? Didn't you see it? You can only stay here and do odd jobs. My place is not as good as it used to be, and people don't come here as much. And now there are companies behind each one, so I can do everything by myself.
I can’t decide. Another thing, Xiaogang’s image is not popular nowadays. I recommended him to several companies, but people said that what the public likes now is a sunny boy. There is no way out for him."
As Sister Hong became indignant, Tu Xiaogang's head gradually dropped. In the end, it was buried between his arms.
Deep in the flowers, I can no longer sing and laugh to see the storm.
