Middle age: leisurely life in the entertainment industry

Xiong Zhenghai was stunned when he heard this and laughed.

"Yu Dongqing, you are so funny. Oh, by the way, look at my memory, you have written music before." Xiong Zhenghai said and patted his head.

"But, Director Xiong, weren't they all shot?"

Someone immediately came up to finish the job.

"That counts as writing. You must respect the fruits of other people's work."

"That's enough!" Wu Lanjiao shouted, stopping everyone's discussion.

Although she was very dissatisfied with Yu Dongqing's performance today, she would not tolerate the ridicule of him by her subordinates.

"Today's meeting is over. Dismissed! Holly, you stay."

After the others left, Wu Lan asked with concern: "Dongqing, are you okay? I saw you were distracted just now. Did something happen at home? Is Tongtong okay?"

"Thank you for your concern, everything is fine." Yu Dongqing replied with a smile.

"Don't take what I just said to heart. Just work hard. Fang Jinsong will send you the revised music score. Try your best to compile it!"

"Don't worry, I will do a good job." Yu Dongqing said calmly.

"Is there anything else? Director Wu."

"No, go ahead."

This Yu Dongqing.

Hey, if I had known earlier, I wouldn't have let him attend this meeting.

Wu Lan sighed slightly in his heart.

In fact, she was very optimistic about her junior high school student. He was so energetic when he organized the band at school!

He has a tall and straight figure, an angular face, and can sing and write songs. I have even been moved by him.

But somehow, after entering the society, I wonder if the edges have been smoothed by setbacks, and the passion of the past no longer becomes much mediocre.

As an arranger, I can only be considered qualified, but far from excellent.

This reminded Wu Lan of a word - he has exhausted his talents.

Despite this, Wu Lan still took good care of him and felt guilty for him.

It's because of Yu Dongqing's voice!

When Yu Dongqing was in school, his voice was clear, with very good clarity, timbre, and warmth. He was very popular when he debuted. Even if he could not become a singer-songwriter, he would still be in the entertainment industry just because of his tall, handsome appearance and a good voice. Break out a world.

Just two years after his debut, he suddenly had a problem with his throat and had to take a rest. The final check was that he had polyps on his vocal cords. He could be treated conservatively first or undergo surgery immediately.

As a friend, she suggested that he undergo surgery immediately so that he could quickly recover and return to the music scene, so as not to be forgotten by people. She also enthusiastically helped him find the attending doctor from Tongren Hospital to perform the surgery through her friends.

The polyps were successfully removed, but Yu Dongqing's voice became hoarse! I had to say goodbye to the music scene.

It was later learned that this was a sequelae of the surgery - no one could guarantee that the voice would remain the same as before, and even if the polyp was not removed at the time, it would eventually have to be removed to avoid causing cancer.

Yu Dongqing didn't blame Wu Lan for this, but she always felt guilty in her heart, as if she was the cause of all this. So I take care of him and protect him at work.

Just like today.

She is also aware that some people in the company have objections to this.

well.

Wu Lan looked at the sunshine outside the window and sighed quietly.

Besides, Yu Dongqing returned to his office. As soon as he sat down in his workspace, Li Wei came over and whispered, "Brother Yu, did you just offend Xiong Zhenghai?"

"What's wrong?"

"That guy just came over to talk to Zhang Siqi and the others about the meeting you just had. He laughed at you for not having enough confidence in writing music. Didn't he deliberately make it so loud so that everyone could hear it?! Who is he? Really."

Zhang Siqi is in her early thirties and can be considered a direct descendant of Xiong Zhenghai.

No wonder Zhang Siqi looked at him strangely when he first came in. Yu Dongqing thought about it in her heart.

"What's so great about being able to compose music?" Luo Yun in front turned around and defended Yu Dongqing's injustice.

"You actually look down on our arrangers? Even if composing is a red flower, we still need the green leaves of our arrangers."

"Actually, what you said is not entirely right."

Yu Dongqing suddenly said something, and Luo Yun opened her eyes wide after hearing it: "What do you mean?"

"To be precise, the relationship between composing and arranging should be that of people and clothes. Without us arranging the music, the music they composed would be equivalent to running naked."

"Puch." Luo Yun was suddenly amused, and her chest suddenly felt turbulent.

"Brother Yu, I usually see you as serious, but I didn't expect you to be quite humorous."

"Just kidding, just go about your business, I'm fine."

The chat between the three ended here. Yu Dongqing turned on the computer. After a while, he received an email from the company's internal network system. It was the completed composition of "Jianghu Overture" sent by Fang Jinsong. Yu Dongqing read it. I threw him aside in a blink of an eye, opened the composition software Notation and started working seriously.

From morning to afternoon, even after lunch, Yu Dongqing was busy on the computer, which aroused Luo Yun's curiosity. She came over and leaned on the back of Yu Dongqing's chair and asked: "Brother Yu, what are you busy with?" "

Yu Dongqing smelled the faint scent of perfume again and the warmth on her shoulders.

"It will be kept secret for now."

Yu Dongqing smiled and closed the software window.

"cut"

Luo Yun curled her lips and turned to leave.

It wasn't until five o'clock in the afternoon that Yu Dongqing finished it. He put on headphones and listened carefully and modified several of the arrangement notes. Only then was he satisfied with the generated audio file and sent it directly to Wu Lan's e-mail along with the score.

Finally got it done.

Call it a day and get off work!

Yu Dongqing stretched and turned off the computer. He left the company with his briefcase, followed the crowd into the subway, and hurried back to his home.

As soon as he got out of the elevator and took the key to open the door, Yu Dongqing suddenly heard the tinkling piano sound coming from the room.

Yu Dongqing listened carefully and played "Little Star Variations".

This is a piano piece in C major, K. 265/300e, composed by Mozart in 1778. The first section of the variation was later accompanied by lyrics by the British poet Jane Taylor, and became the well-known children's song "Twinkle, Twinkle, Twinkle".

Yu Dongqing listened carefully. Although his fingering was not strong enough due to his young age, his playing was skillful and full of aura.

Um.

It should be my daughter Yu Tongtong, who is back from kindergarten.

After Yu Dongqing opened the door, sure enough, there was a little girl wearing a bow sitting next to the piano in the living room, playing the piano, but there was also a tall girl next to her, with short hair and denim shorts, and a pair of big white legs that dazzled the eyes.

"Brother-in-law, you are back."

When the girl saw Yu Dongqing entering the room, she smiled at him and then concentrated on watching the little girl play the piano.

She is really a girl with bright eyes and white teeth, and there is a heroic spirit in her eyebrows.

By the way, her name is Mingmei.

A student of the Directing Department of the Central Academy of Drama, she is a 20-year-old sophomore this year. She is the half-sister of his wife Mingrui who passed away due to illness. The two sisters have a very good relationship.

After her sister passed away, she was worried that Yu Dongqing, a grown man, could not take care of Yu Tongtong, so she often visited her niece. She also comes over to teach me personally on weekends when playing the piano.

Before Yu Dongqing could reply, he saw the little girl slipping off the stool and running towards him with a smile and her little hands open.

"Dad is back. My aunt sent me back."

Yu Dongqing was stunned, quickly put down her briefcase, and hugged the little girl affectionately.

"Dad, I performed well in kindergarten, and the teacher gave me a little red flower as a reward." The little girl chirped.

"Well, I know Tongtong is a good baby.".

The father and daughter made love for a while, and Yu Tongtong was driven to the piano again by Mingliang, and she started playing reluctantly.

Immediately the sound of tinkling piano sounded again in the room.

"Tongtong, there's something wrong with the 6th variation. My left hand needs to be a little faster. I'll let my aunt play it for you."

After finishing speaking, Mingliang sat on the piano chair and started playing with her slender hands.

Yu Dongqing didn't speak, sitting on the sofa beside him and listening quietly.

The playing was indeed much better than what my daughter had just played.

At this moment, the afternoon sunlight shines through the window on the bright side of the face, giving it an almost transparent whiteness.

Piano, beautiful women, summer sunshine.

Yu Dongqing suddenly felt that this scene was beautiful and wanted to take a photo.

It's a pity that I don't have a suitable camera at hand. It would be great if I could use the Nikon D6 SLR that I usually used in that time and space!

Cell phones are just fine.

Yu Dongqing took out her mobile phone, turned on the camera, chose a good angle, and started filming quietly.

gorgeous.

Such a beautiful girl, I wonder which brat she will take advantage of in the future?

Yu Dongqing sighed while patting her heart.