Xiao Qian is not from Beijing, nor does he play music here, so he doesn't have that much sentiment.
Your own business is most important.
He looked at the nervous Tu Xiaogang and decided to test the opponent's strength.
"This time, I filmed a movie and created a theme song, and I need someone who can sing it. Brother Han recommended you, how about we give it a try?"
Tu Xiaogang rubbed his hands.
"You have the final say."
It's not easy. After holding it in here for several years, someone finally made him speak out.
At that moment, Tu Xiaogang felt the corners of his eyes sore.
Xiao Qian took out the score and placed it in front of Tu Xiaogang.
"Do you understand?"
Tu Xiaogang is very honest.
"I only know a little bit, I need more guidance from you."
He used to study opera, so he didn't need to learn music scores. When he came to work in the depths of flowers, no one taught him seriously.
"Then let's ignore the score for now. I'll sing it first, and then you can sing along and see how it goes."
Seeing Xiao Qian taking out the goods, Sister Hong also moved closer.
She had always felt that this amazing music producer who had been rumored in the south in recent years was just a matter of hype.
How can a little brat step on all the musicians in the country?
It wasn't until Qu Qi turned around magnificently and swept across all directions that Sister Hong realized that the storm in the city might not be without cause.
The song is a good song, a very good song. Xiao Qian wants to sing it with flavor, but he is still unable to do it.
There is no way, the key is too high, and the requirements for the characteristics of the voice and accent are too high.
His voice is just terrible, but not very distinctive.
He brewed his emotions for a while before speaking slowly.
【It's already dusk】
【The moon is like the beginning】
[Let me fly across thousands of miles of rivers and rivers]
【Singing Live】
[People look around]
【Invite the moon to sleep together deep in the green mountains】
…
You don’t need to listen to the singer to determine whether the song is good or not. Professionals will know it as soon as the lyrics come out.
Sister Hong raised her eyebrows, and Tu Xiaogang was shocked. Old God Ning Han was there, so he didn't feel too surprised.
Li Qingjue closed his eyes to taste it, and finally nodded, knowing that this was Xiao Qian's level.
Damn it, the road to catch up seems to be getting longer again.
"Oh, your song really needs someone who can sing opera. Otherwise, you will be blind."
Sister Hong doesn't sing herself, but her eyes are absolutely vicious.
Xiao Qian nodded to her in approval and said to Tu Xiaogang: "If you want to sing, the scale has to be raised an octave. The front part should be pressed a little more, and the back part should be blown out. Do you understand?"
Tu Xiaogang nodded, this was not difficult at all for him.
Peking opera singers are also performing tricks, so the difficulty is much higher than this.
He straightened up the score and looked at the lyrics carefully. He didn't think much about it and just started singing.
Good guy, as soon as this voice came out, Xiao Qian and Li Qingjue were immediately restrained.
It's too bright, like a green-edged sword in the snow, its sharp light reflects the cold.
When the singing sound enters the ears, the eight extraordinary meridians feel like they have opened up, making them lively and comfortable.
But there is elegance in this openness. Each note changes several times, and the charm is long and continuous, just like the aftermath of Tai Chi.
Even if Tu Xiaogang didn't sing well in a few places, it was enough.
Xiao Qian immediately made a decision in her heart. The song "Who Belongs to the Hero" belongs to Tu Xiaogang.
His singing style and image are all similar to the Tu Dashen in his previous life.
Although the original singer of this song was Bian Liunian, it would not be a big problem to have someone like Tu Dashen perform it.
Many people don't know that Bian Liunian actually has a deep connection with Tu Dashen.
Many of Tu Dashen's divine songs were composed by Bian Liunian. The song "Hidden Dragon and Crouching Tiger" in "Water Margin" was written by Bian Liunian.
Speaking of Tu Dashen and Bian Liunian, in fact, there is a great god hidden in their relationship.
That is the lyricist, Chen Tao.
I guess many people are confused, who is this?
In Xiao Qian's opinion, this person is the originator of Chinese-style songs, and he is as good as the great master.
"Farewell My Concubine", "Loyalty to the Country", "Secret Fragrance", "Sadness is an Indescribable Pain", "You", "Start Over", "Peacock Flies Southeast", "The Woman Afraid of the Dark"...
…
How is it, have you been shocked?
These domineering and popular lyrics are all written by Chen Tao.
It's a pity that the media in mainland China at that time was so poor that these great people behind the scenes did not receive enough publicity. So when it comes to Chinese style, most people think that it must be the great master Fang.
In fact, compared with Fang Dashen, Chen Tao's lyrics are completely different styles.
Fang Dashen's lyrics are melodious and elegant, like a dojo inside a snail and lion shell, and gold needles and plain threads embroidering the misty rain in the south of the Yangtze River.
Chen Tao's poems are majestic and majestic. They are about weeping blood and tears in the nine heavens, and carving the wind and frost outside the Great Wall with long knives and sharp swords.
Chinese style cannot only have the elegance of the south of the Yangtze River, but lose the pride of the north.
"Come with me, you will become a great singer. There should be a place for you in the Chinese music scene."
Xiao Qian's love for talents surged and she made a promise.
Hearing Xiao Qian call his name, Tu Xiaogang's eyes filled with blood and tears. Years of grievances poured out, but he still looked at the woman.
"Sister Hong, I..."
The woman was still copying the lyrics on the score, lamenting Xiao Suo.
"Let's go, everyone is gone, you are the only one left. At least the place has been lively, and it's time for everyone to leave."
Tu Xiaogang wiped the corners of his eyes.
"Sister Hong, I will come back often."
Sister Hong carefully organized the score and returned it to Xiao Qian.
"People, never look back when you are moving forward. If you look back, you will be trapped and unable to go where you should go. If you leave, I will also find my destination. When you come back, here
It’s no longer a place full of flowers.”
Obviously, this woman has already decided to leave.
Guarding an old temple that no one cares about will no longer welcome devout pilgrims.
Sister Hong has been guarding this place for decades and is used to seeing the bustle in the music. Now she wants to pay homage to the song after it has passed away.
Xiao Qian took a closer look at this woman for the first time and found that he could not remember her face.
Just like this rapidly changing capital, many old sounds have been buried, and the busy traffic of the past has also been covered up.
Maybe many years later, a down-and-out person will inadvertently walk by this place and suddenly think of his original persistence.
【One Night in Beijing】
【I left a lot of love】
【Whether you love it or not】
[It’s all the dust of history]
【One Night in Beijing】
【I left a lot of love】
[Don’t dare to ask for directions at midnight]
[Afraid of walking deep into the flowers]
In my previous life, I just thought the songs were pleasant, but now I finally understand the feelings, and when I sing them again, I will make people complain.
Sister Hong paused in her packing movements, trying hard not to let the disc in her hand get stained with crystals. She looked at Xiao Qian with increasingly sad and angry eyes.
What do you know, you are annoying people here?
How do you understand?
Bangdang...
The door was knocked open, and Qu Qi, who rushed in, leaned on the door frame and listened blankly, spouting dirty words non-stop.
"What the hell... what the hell..."
Xiao Qian came and left again.
Taking Tu Xiaogang away, leaving the last touch in the depths of flowers.
After the rain, it cleared up and it was another beautiful day.
The old paoer was riding a bicycle, holding a cigarette in his mouth, humming an indistinct Beijing accent, and let the wheels grind out a waterway.
He didn't take a second look left or right, nor did he see that the depths of the flowers were locked, locking up history.
The boy held the girl's hand and walked in the alley after the rain. He kindly gave way to the bicycle, but he was still spat on.
The young man was not angry, he smiled gently, and the open umbrella blocked the falling mud particles, preventing the girl from getting even the slightest bit dirty.
Qu Qi, who was in trouble, was furious.
"Xiao Qian, if you hate me, you can scold me. If you can beat me, it's fine. Anyway, I'm sorry for you. Whether it's life or death, you should give me a happy word!"
The young man looked at her with a smile, but he was not angry.
"Sister, you have to be at ease. There are no grudges in this world. I am fine and I hope you are fine too."
The young man left, and his back disappeared, leaving Qu Qi alone, whose body became increasingly unable to curl up.
The assistant ran over distressed and tried hard to make her look decent again.
"Go and contact Xiangnan TV. No matter what the program is, I will go there."
The assistant's face turned pale with fear.
"Sister Qu, no...it can't be done."
Qu Qi's eyes were blood red, like an erupting lioness.
"Fuck no, whoever dares to stop me again, I will kill him!!!"
PS: The Hundred Flowers Deep in reality should still be there, and it is said that it is maintained by a group of enthusiasts. I have never been to the capital, and I have never visited the holy relics. This book has an ending, and I would like to remember it!
