69novels Chapter 28 features a new song.
Chapter 28 features a new song.
"Sister Na, I'm still a child, don't force me to drink! Please let me go!" Huang Yiliang quickly stopped Na Ying from throwing the wine glass at him.
Damn it, this old woman is a complete drunkard!
They're definitely trying to scam people into drinking.
She never won a single game of rock-paper-scissors that a group of people played.
Even the God of Gamblers couldn't do that, and neither could the Bolsheviks.
"Hey—! Sister Na's done, aren't you going to give Sister Na any face?"
Nayoung downed the drink in her left glass in one gulp, and then immediately reached for the glass in her right hand.
Huang Yiliang quickly accepted the drink, saying, "Thank you, Sister Na, for treating me to a drink."
"Hey—! That's more like it!"
"You learn to drink alcohol gradually as you drink. Don't laugh at me, but I didn't drink when I was a child."
Huang Yiliang was speechless.
The way she said that made it sound like everyone was born knowing how to drink.
Huang Yiliang didn't mind having a few drinks with these old women, but he had important business to attend to.
He had just overheard Wang Fei telling an older woman that the Spring Festival Gala had invited her again this year, and that she was preparing to submit an application to register the song "By the Lake Baikal".
This is a huge surprise for Huang Yiliang. As long as his songs can be performed on the Spring Festival Gala, it will be hard for him not to become popular!
One song is certainly not enough; we must make multiple preparations to ensure that we are selected by the Spring Festival Gala's director team.
"Sister Fei, Sister Fei, stop drinking, we have important business to attend to!"
Because of Na-young's sharp tongue, Huang Yiliang was reluctant to sit too close to Wang Fei, but now he had no choice but to squeeze in next to her to talk.
Na-young refilled the glass, then turned around and saw that handsome young man was gone.
"You still say it's okay? You're already whispering in my ear."
"What important business is this? We're drinking, don't spoil the fun!" Wang Fei glared at Huang Yiliang with annoyance.
Damn it! I forgot this girl is a slacker; she treats singing like a hobby.
Huang Yiliang turned his gaze to Zhang Yadong.
This is the most reliable man among the musicians he knows.
As expected of Dong Ge, he sat coolly in the corner, arms crossed, enjoying the feeding from the goddess Jing Lei.
These women are really weird. They ignore you, but you keep throwing yourself at them.
With a beaming smile, Xu Cainu poured drinks and patiently selected the best-grilled lamb skewers from the barbecue grill.
"Brother Dong, it's important!" Huang Yiliang squeezed next to Zhang Yadong.
When Xu Cainu returned, she found that her seat had been taken. She was about to explode when she realized it was a man, so she calmed down.
"I heard that Sister Faye is going to be on the Spring Festival Gala again this year, and I suddenly had a burst of inspiration and came up with a few more songs," Huang Yiliang said with a confident look.
"That's right, young people are very creative. We must maintain this momentum as much as possible. People can't always come up with all sorts of brilliant ideas."
Zhang Yadong patted Huang Yiliang on the shoulder heavily, speaking with the air of someone who had been through it all.
Clearly, his current creative output is unsatisfactory; at the very least, he is dissatisfied with his current situation.
"Let's find a quiet place. I know where Wang Fei has hidden a guitar."
Dong Ge never disappoints. He is absolutely dedicated and serious. No wonder he is a professional.
Zhang Yadong completely ignored Xu Cainu's affectionate gaze and pulled Huang Yiliang into the house.
Xu Cainu: "..."
Perhaps she had gotten used to Zhang Yadong's workaholic nature, because she quickly regained her smile and followed him in with a plate of fruit.
Jiang Yan happened to see this scene. The old women over there were already drunk, and no one noticed her, the nobody. She also tiptoed over.
Guo Jing gave Yang Kun a wink.
"What?" Yang Kun was enjoying his skewers and beer with a satisfied expression. He had to admit, the chives he skewered himself were the best.
"Help me scout out the enemy's situation!" Guo Jing said irritably.
"No need! It's just a child." Yang Kun looked reluctant.
He had just witnessed Xu Cai Nu's overtures to him, which had really shaken him. You see, Xu Cai Nu was also his goddess, whom he had longed for day and night, and he had bought quite a few of her photo albums over the years.
"You don't know anything! You're already 1.8 meters tall, and you call yourself a kid? Go on!" Guo Jing pretended to kick him.
Yang Kun had no choice but to grab a few more skewers of lamb and follow them with a beer can in hand.
Inside the living room.
Zhang Yadong skillfully pulled a guitar from behind Wang Fei's rattan chair.
Wang Fei is the kind of person who absolutely never brings work home; it's quite rare to find a guitar in her house.
Judging from the guitar's flamboyant design and childish graffiti, it probably isn't Nicholas Tse's guitar.
"Just make do with it!"
Zhang Yadong tossed the guitar to Huang Yiliang, who also found it difficult to comment on the flashy thing.
"How does this song compare to 'Lake Baikal'?" Zhang Yadong asked curiously, rubbing his hands together.
"I think it's better, mainly because it's more suitable for the Spring Festival Gala, more profound, and has more tension. Of course, you still need to check it out, Dong Ge." Huang Yiliang habitually flattered people, since this kind of thing doesn't cost much, it's just a matter of saying a few words.
Zhang Yadong nodded with great satisfaction.
If someone tries to flatter him, he'll ignore them. But he considers Huang Yiliang a musician of his own caliber, and the feeling of being praised by an equally outstanding peer is simply wonderful.
"Wait a minute, let me get the paper and pen, and I need to start the recording."
That's why Dong Ge is so professional; he carries his work tools with him everywhere he goes.
"Sister Xu!" Huang Yiliang tuned his guitar and nodded to the talented Xu who walked in.
After finding a seat, Xu Cainu looked at Huang Yiliang with great curiosity.
She knew that Zhang Yadong was a very proud person, and the fact that this young man was worth his effort meant that he must be a very talented guy.
"Plants will sprout, and children will grow up."
The train of time waits for no one.
The joys and sorrows, the partings and reunions, at the platform of fate are all fleeting.
People fly high like snowflakes and then melt away.
Zhang Yadong was stunned as soon as Huang Yiliang sang the first line. He never expected that Huang Yiliang, at his age, could sing such profound lyrics.
Once Xu Cai Nu's mouth was open, it remained closed.
Actually, this song isn't really suited to being played and sung on a guitar. It would be much better suited to be performed on a different instrument.
May you overcome all obstacles.
To be able to stay by the side of one's loved one
As my mother grows old,
Listen to her slowly recount her childhood stories.
May you never forget your youthful spirit.
Unafraid of the gray hair,
If time eventually fades and we are forgotten, remember you and me.
Huang Yiliang put down his guitar: "How is it? Isn't it perfect for the Spring Festival Gala?"
Zhang Yadong didn't answer. He hadn't come to his senses yet, his mind filled with thoughts of how to arrange the music for this song.
This song is clearly a level above "By the Lake Baikal" in terms of its theme.
Zhang Yadong was very worried that if he didn't do his best, he would lower the quality of the song, which is something a musician cannot forgive.
"No, I have to go back to the recording studio. You come with me."
"Ah—! Dong-ge, you must be joking! It's the middle of the night, everyone's having a great time."
"Are you going to leave disappointed?"
Huang Yiliang was shocked.
Damn it! It's infuriating that so many women are chasing after a guy like him.
"I don't care about them, let's go!" Zhang Yadong had already taken out his phone and dialed a number to wake up his assistant.
Whoever works as his assistant is truly unlucky, having to be woken up in the middle of the night to work overtime.
"I'll call you Liangzi too, just like they do!"
Xu Cainu smiled and gave Huang Yiliang a thumbs up: "You wrote this song really well, and you sang it well too!"
"Thank you, Sister Xu!"