While the national media and netizens were taking advantage of the situation, Qin Xiaobao and Liu Minghua boarded the plane to Xiangjiang openly.
This is the first time he has been to Xiangjiang in his two lives.
I feel a little excited.
I haven't seen too many scenes of Hong Kong in movies, and I have always longed for the legendary Temple Street, Lan Kwai Fong where the cheongsam beauties can walk out at any time, Causeway Bay where Chen Haoran struggled, and all kinds of signboards...
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Before departure, the big dog owner said that now that he is here, he can buy some luxury goods, which are much cheaper than in the mainland. Xiaobao also keeps it in mind. If he doesn’t have a girlfriend, Yaya can still give it to her. The little girl has never carried it.
I've had designer bags.
On the plane, listening to the constant Cantonese in his ears, Qin Xiaobao turned his eyes back from the window and took out the notebook he carried with him.
The road to life is as long as dreams are
The road is windy and frosty, and my face is dry
How many directions does a sweet dream have in this world of mortals?
Looking for the center of my infatuated dreams, the path of love follows everyone...
"Huh? Is this...the lyrics?" Liu Minghua leaned over and looked at it for a while.
Xiaobao said nothing and continued to type.
Liu Minghua didn't care either, and was quite curious.
The hot man next to me is a man who has written several classic songs, but as an assistant, it is his first time to see the creative process, and he is very curious.
In the past, I have experienced lyricists writing lyrics, and they were a bit fussy, reading in their mouths, writing in their hands, thinking about it, and revising it.
But Xiaobao seems to be different. He almost doesn't think about it and moves smoothly, with only occasional pauses at most.
Maybe, this is genius.
He didn't speak for fear of interrupting the boss's train of thought. After a few minutes, Qin Xiaobao stopped, read it from beginning to end, and nodded with satisfaction.
"Boss, can I take a look?"
"Yeah." Qin Xiaobao handed over the notebook.
Liu Minghua read two sentences softly, feeling a little strange.
He doesn't know how to compose music or write lyrics, but he has heard it all day long and knows a few words. The lyrics are very difficult to pronounce, and the rhyme is not obvious.
The so-called rhyme is the last word of each line of lyrics.
For example, "Over the Moon"
I am looking into the distance, above the moon, "look", and "up" all end in "ang".
Of course, there are many more techniques, such as single pressure, double pressure, continuous pressure, jump pressure...
In the lyrics written by Xiaobao, the first and second sentences are there, but in addition to the third sentence not rhyming, the lyrics are also a bit difficult to pronounce. What the hell is that?
He didn't dare to ask. In his eyes, the boss was a master.
"Do you feel a little strange?" Xiaobao asked with a smile.
"It's not very strange, it's just that it's hard to pronounce and difficult to read." Liu Minghua told the truth.
"It's normal, because this is sung in Cantonese."
"Ha!?" Liu Minghua was stunned: "When did you learn Cantonese?"
"Watching TV and watching movies." Qin Xiaobao shrugged.
"Tsk, tsk, tsk, maybe this is genius. It's not because I heard the conversations of other people around me."
"Yes!" Xiaobao didn't care, it was all an excuse anyway.
"Huh..." Liu Minghua took a long breath and felt that joining Kiwi was a very correct decision: "As for the music, there are no lyrics first and then the music."
"Of course not," Xiaobao shook his head: "I actually had an idea for the song already, and the lyrics were inspired by my feelings."
After finishing speaking, he sang the Cantonese movie theme song, "A Chinese Ghost Story", which is regarded as a classic on earth.
"Wow!"
It was just a short paragraph, but Liu Minghua was already filled with admiration. If he hadn't been on the plane, he would have applauded.
"It sounds good. Even though it's just a cappella, I can tell it's another classic song."
"It's okay."
"But why does your Cantonese sound so standard? I also often watch Hong Kong movies?"
"Didn't you find that Xiangjiang singers sing Mandarin songs very well? This is the singer's special familiarity. I can't explain it to you." Qin Xiaobao said nonchalantly.
"That makes sense."
"Sorry to bother you!"
While the two were chatting, a male voice came from behind, very gentle.
Xiaobao turned around and the man took off his sunglasses.
Damn it!
Brother, Leslie Cheung?
"You are..." Liu Minghua obviously recognized it.
"Hello, I am Leslie Cheung."
The brother in front of him was exactly the same as Qin Xiaobao remembered him. He was about forty years old, with slightly long hair and a kind smile...
"Hello, hello!" Xiaobao quickly stood up.
"You don't have to be like this, you can keep your voice down a little bit." My brother winked mischievously, meaning don't overdo it.
"It's like this. I just heard you singing and I thought it was quite interesting. I just wanted to ask, did you write the song?"
Liu Minghua was very conscious and gave up his seat and asked his brother to sit down. Leslie Cheung said thank you: "How about you come to my seat first."
"Why are you flying in economy class?" Xiaobao's focus was a little strange.
"No one stipulates that celebrities must fly business first class." My brother smiled and said, "I'm sorry to bother you."
"It's okay, it's okay." Xiaobao quickly waved his hand.
Here, my brother lives a happier life than his brother on earth. He has already started a family and has a lovely daughter. However, he never expected that they would meet her on a plane.
"When I first heard you singing, I thought you were from Xiangjiang."
"Hahaha, thank you, it seems that my singing is quite standard." Xiaobao felt that his brother's temper seemed to be very good.
After all, he had met the King of Heaven. After a brief absence, he quickly returned to normal, but he felt a little sad in his heart.
"It's not bad," my brother nodded in approval: "Can you tell me what the name of this song is?"
Xiaobao shook his head. There is no movie like "A Chinese Ghost Story" in this world, so it would be strange to call it this name.
"I haven't decided on a name yet."
My brother expressed his understanding: "Are you a singer?"
He looked at Xiaobao carefully and seemed not to recognize him.
"Um... have you heard about huskies that can sing?" Xiaobao asked tentatively.
"Huh? The one in Venice?" It was Leslie Cheung's turn to be surprised: "Are you a singing husky?"
Xiaobao smiled: "If I'm not mistaken, it should be me."
"Oh, I remembered." My brother patted the armrest of the seat: "You are here to record a song for Hua Zai, right."
"You know this too."
"I watch the news well." My brother touched his chin and pretended to be displeased: "I'm not an old man, and I don't hear what's going on outside the window."
"That's right."
"That's really fate."
Qin Xiaobao feels that the word fate is just right in the current situation.
He really suddenly thought of the song "Fairy Ghost". It was a bit inexplicable. Who could have thought that his brother was sitting behind him, heard the song, and even came up to chat with him.
Because we have people we know in common, the topic naturally revolves around Liu Tianwang.
The journey of more than an hour was not boring at all.
As I was talking, I heard a radio message reminding me to land.
"What are your plans for later?" Brother asked proactively.
"Liu Tianwang invited me to have dinner together and then take a rest. The official recording will begin tomorrow."
"In this case," my brother thought for a moment: "I haven't seen him for a while, so why don't we come together?"
Xiaobao snickered in his heart. In fact, he had already felt that his brother was interested in the song "A Chinese Ghost Story". He could only say that he was just like Deng Ziqi, going round and round. It seemed that God had a unique arrangement. Many things had turned around.
The starting point, reaching a situation he is familiar with.
"Of course it's no problem. I'll give him a call later."
"No, no, no," my brother said with childlike innocence, "I'll pretend to be your agent later and give him a surprise."
"Hahaha okay!"
(Sure enough, there is only an initial order of 100, and the monthly manuscript fee is expected to be 500 yuan...)