All the cubs I raise have become giants [Entertainment]

Chapter 63 Meow Meow Meow

"Fang Huai, this is Professor Dong," the staff led him in and introduced, "A famous Kunqu opera artist in our country is currently at the Nanshi Opera Academy—cough."

It was an old man in a Tang suit. His face was wrinkled, but his back was still straight when he was sitting. He was sitting in a wheelchair, looking ahead with very clear eyes.

It was Dong Rulan.

"Professor Dong, hello." Fang Huai was startled, and nodded slightly to him, "My name is Fang Huai."

The overtime work during the Mid-Autumn Festival was really sudden. It was to decide on Fang Huai's first album - the album whose title hadn't even been decided yet.Because of Fang Huai's amazing voice in "The Light of the Star", everyone has considered adding elements of Kunqu Opera to this album, and would like to ask a few people in the industry to help.

However, what I never expected was that Professor Dong contacted the staff in person.

Professor Dong seemed to be stuck in some kind of distant memory, his eyes fixed on the teacup, and it took a long time before he slowly moved to Fang Huai's face.The old man's eyes traced inch by inch from the tip of his brow to the corner of his lips. After a while, he smiled and nodded:

"Fang Huai, hello."

His voice is well maintained, and he can tell that he is different from others just from the pronunciation of his accent. Even though he is old, he still sounds very nice at this time, like fine silk and satin.

A young man was following Dong Rulan, his great-grandson named Dong Chu.At this moment, Dong Chu poured Fang Huai a cup of tea, smiled kindly at him, and motioned him to sit down.

"Fang Huai's 'Huai'," Dong Rulan chatted with him as if gossiping, "Is it the 'Hui' of 'Huaijin Holding Yu'?"

Fang Huai felt an inexplicable sense of intimacy and familiarity with the old man in front of him.While listening to Dong Rulan's voice, he tried to search in his memory, and replied:

"No."

"Yes..." Fang Huai rubbed his nose embarrassingly, "It's the 'Hui' of 'Huai Bi's crime'."

This is what Fang Jianguo said.

When Fang Huai was a teenager, he felt that his name was too sloppy - the meaning of "Huaibi Qicrime" did not sound good, but he didn't care about it very much, and didn't say much.

"It's a crime to conceive a jade." Dong Rulan repeated in a murmur.

I don't know where this word irritated Professor Dong. He was silent for a while, then suddenly turned around, wiped the corners of his eyes with trembling hands, and took a deep breath.Dong Chu immediately stepped forward to help him smooth the air and pour tea.

"Professor Dong?" Fang Huai stood up a little helplessly, "I... sorry."

"It's okay, I don't blame you," Dong Rulan calmed down and said, "I'm old, I can't stand these things anymore."

No one asked what 'these' are. Everyone knows that Professor Dong came from that era and must have experienced all kinds of bitter and inhumane stories.

"I met you when you were young," Dong Rulan said with a gentle smile, "Back then you and your grandfather went to the Grand Theater, and I sang "Peach Blossom Fan", remember?"

""Peach Blossom Fan"?" Fang Huai raised his eyebrows slightly and repeated.

"You are confused." Dong Chu was taken aback, and whispered, ""Peach Blossom Fan"..."

The last time Dong Rulan sang "Peach Blossom Fan" was 40 years ago. This last peach blossom fan was given to an old friend. Later, his old friend left and he stopped singing. 40 years ago, Fang Huai was not born yet, so how could he listen to Dong Rulan's Peach Blossom Fan with his grandfather.

"Yes, yes," Dong Rulan nodded as if waking up from a dream, "I'm old, I remember wrong."

Fang Huai's hand holding the handle suddenly tightened. He felt a strange feeling in his heart, a little panic, and it seemed that something was about to come out - some pictures were intertwined and connected in series, the abandoned theater, the applause like a tide, Danjiao's singing voice.

And outside the Grand Theater, Fang Jianguo led him to wait for someone, and the young man in military uniform and the young man in costume walked towards them with a smile.

Dong Rulan is younger than Fang Jianguo. He was only 24 years old when he sang "Peach Blossom Fan" for the last time. He was just married and his eldest son was not born that year.Fang Jianguo and Lin Shuheng were close to thirty at that time.

It is recorded in history books that Dong Rulan and Lin Shuheng knew each other and were good friends.Dong Rulan went to Russia to perform on behalf of the country when she was young...

How did Dong Rulan and Lin Shuheng meet?Logically speaking, there should be no intersection between them. From age to life level, there is no similarity.

"Fang Huai, Fang Huai?" It was the old man's kind voice that brought him back to reality, "Let's talk about you, let's talk about your music."

Fang Huai couldn't think of a clue, so he could only nod in the end.

Once the topic started, it was easy to say.Dong Rulan is also a teacher himself, and he will not pretend to be profound because of his achievements. He gave some comments on Fang Huai's previous songs, and found a few shortcomings for him.

"The breath is not enough, go back and practice more."

Dong Rulan finally finished speaking, stood up with Dong Chu's support, touched the back of Fang Huai's hand: "Happy Mid-Autumn Festival, Fang Huai."

At that moment, Fang Huai had an inexplicable feeling that Dong Rulan didn't seem to come to discuss Kunqu opera with him on purpose during the Mid-Autumn Festival, but more like a family member who had been lost for a long time... came to see him and reunite with him.

This person gave him a very familiar and friendly feeling. That feeling did not come from blood, but from the memory that he had long forgotten when he was ignorant, but was etched deep in his heart.

"Professor Dong!"

Just as the other party turned around, a thought suddenly flashed in Fang Huai's brain, which made him breathe a lot faster.

"Huh?" The old man turned around and looked at him.

"He..." Fang Huai said a name silently, hesitated for a long time, and asked, "Is the person he loves Fang Jianguo?"

His lip shape is 'Lin Shuheng'.

Dong Rulan looked at him carefully, and after a long time, nodded slowly.

"So you know," Dong Rulan smiled, "You are a smart kid."

He turned around, wiped the corners of his eyes, and was slowly pushed out by his great-grandson in a wheelchair.

Fang Huai sent him to the door before turning back and sitting down.

Lin Shuheng, Fang Jianguo.

He went back and forth between the two names in his mind.They really knew each other, not only knew each other, but even loved each other.

Only then did the person in charge of the album speak, pulling Fang Huai out of his thoughts: "Fang Huai, we have thought of two general directions for you. If you are not satisfied, you can change it yourself."

As he spoke, he pushed two documents from the table to Fang Huai.

The first direction is 'Superstar Era', which focuses on electronic dance music; the second is 'Keep Silent', which focuses on various love songs.

These are two relatively easy directions, and they are also the two most popular directions of domestic EP at present.

To put it simply, one of them is electronic music singing and dancing, and selling EPs based on face. Most of the follow-up needs fans to consume for their beliefs and hit the charts. What sells is popularity.To put it bluntly, the second love song is a saliva song, which is catchy and needs to be ranked by fans. It would be even better if there are one or two KTV hits.

"It's nothing, everyone is like this," the person in charge smiled and said, "And you dance very well, and your popularity is high, don't worry, the sales will explode by then."

Fang Huai picked up one of the proposals and looked at it for 10 minutes, then put it down and picked up another one.After a while, he showed a puzzled look:

"I seem to have heard this song before."

Just yesterday on the street, the electronic dance music played through loudspeakers in the roadside shops was very catchy, but a bit noisy.

"It's a plan," the person in charge waved his hand, "That's actually what it means."

Everyone is familiar with this routine. The production of this kind of album is almost streamlined. The difference is only the degree of refinement and the popularity of singers.No one really pays attention to how well you sing, as long as you become popular, you can make money only if you are popular, and you can climb to higher places if you make money...

"I don't like it very much." Fang Huai put down the document in his hand and said.

"Don't like Superstar Era? How about 'keep silent'?"

"I don't even like it." Fang Huai said sincerely.

The person in charge looked at him and said after a long time:

"If you insist, it's not impossible. However, it's a bit boring to talk about it in detail."

The usual routine in the domestic music circle is like this. After debuting in variety shows, after selling a few albums, he began to endorse advertisements and serve as judges for variety shows. When he debuted, who kept saying that he wanted to pursue his dreams. After two years, he might not even be able to recognize musical notation. .

Now it is very popular to have a million-dollar tuner. Regardless of your level, it will not be too bad after processing. Sometimes the sales of albums are more related to popularity and appearance.

Everyone wants to live, so it's fine to talk about it when you are young, and don't look down on anyone.

"What are you dissatisfied with?" The person in charge asked, "We can discuss it."

Fang Huai thought for a while, touched his nose and said:

"Not very satisfied."

He walked to the electronic piano and played a section casually, and played another section soon - the melody presented to him in the plan was played, and he wrote a few random ones on the spot. This thing is not difficult to write, and it is almost regular Yes, carved out of a mold.

Compared with the song, it is more like a 'product' with similarities and differences.

principal:"……"

"What do you want?"

"I just thought about it," Fang Huai said with his fingers on the keyboard stagnant, "the name of this album should be..."

""Abyss Moonlight"."

"Dancing? Is there electronic music?" asked the person in charge, "Any ideas on how to shoot the MV?"

"No dancing, no electronic music, I shoot MVs, but I don't... I don't shoot MVs like that." Fang Huai replied one by one, "I don't want to rely on my face to sell albums."

principal:"……"

It's not that he said, this album has two words clearly written from the beginning to the end.

——Push the street!

He has seen too many people like Fang Huai, who would lose even a little achievement, thinking about pursuing his dream and proving himself, thinking that without that face and popularity, there would really be people who would like him only for music ?

whimsical.

In the end, it’s not about obediently coming back to market hype, the person in charge thought.

It was already evening when I came out of the company.Fang Huai exhaled lightly, the breath was filled with the cool smell of autumn, the dawn time became earlier, and the golden sunset dyed the whole world with color.

Ye Yuyuan stood outside the door, waiting for him quietly.Today is not a working day, he did not wear a suit, but a windbreaker, showing a somewhat different taste from the past.The setting sun quietly fell on his shoulders, and his dark eyebrows and eyes were blurred with gentle colors in an instant.

Fang Huai quickened his pace and walked towards him.

"Sorry, have you been waiting for a long time?" Fang Huai asked.

"No," Ye Yuyuan shook his head slightly, "I just came."

Ye Yuyuan's home is very close to here, so he didn't drive at all, and walked back together.Today is the Mid-Autumn Festival, and the moon is about to be seen at night. At this time, the streets are bustling with people, and some people take photos with passers-by in doll costumes that look like jade rabbits.

Fang Huai was wearing a street style hooded sweater today, Ye Yuyuan was silent for a moment, and helped him put on the hat.

And Fang Huai was wearing a mask again, so he couldn't recognize him at all—maybe it wasn't accurate, his light-colored eyes were beautifully shaped, protruding from the top of the mask, and he could vaguely see Junxiu's appearance, the whole person The atmosphere is still very eye-catching.

Although Ye Yuyuan is a well-known person in the society, he rarely shows his face in public. Most of the common people don't know him, so walking on the street will not cause a sensation.But the looks of the two people are too eye-catching, and this match is a bit strange, which still attracted a lot of attention.

Fortunately, they quickly turned out of the downtown area and entered a small alley, with less sight falling on them.

The afterglow in the sky receded a little bit, the setting sun passed the most blazing moment, and began to fade a little bit, and it was going to be night.

Neither of them spoke.

Fang Huai was immersed in his own thoughts, while Ye Yuyuan waited for him quietly without disturbing him.

It got dark very quickly, and when they walked to the alley away from Ye Yuyuan's house, the setting sun faded completely, replaced by a very light moonlight.It's the Mid-Autumn Festival, the full moon has not yet risen, but the brilliance has already sprinkled on the earth, and the evening breeze caressed it.

"I don't want to dance." Fang Huai thought for a long time, and finally said this sentence.

Ye Yuyuan looked at him quietly, and after a while, he asked in a low voice, "Huh? Don't you like it?"

After Fang Huai finished speaking, he was also a little confused:

"It's not that I don't like it, it's just—"

He didn't mean to look down on dance. Dance is an art, comparable to music.

He practiced dancing hard when he participated in "Stellar Light". If he didn't practice during that time, he would not be able to win the championship in the end.

Just ...

Later, when he started composing for "Frost", when he entered the film crew, he got to know more people and got in touch with more things. Lin Shengyun, Feng Lang, Dong Rulan...he gradually realized this.

"It's not the dance's fault," Fang Huai said, gesticulating with some difficulty, "but it seems to have become an accessory, um, because the song is not good enough to satisfy everyone, so the dance, appearance And all sorts of things.”

"..."

"I want to be the best," Fang Huai said seriously, "I don't need any subsidiary best, and I don't even want anything close to it."

"Am I a bit," the boy touched his nose shyly, "willful?"

Or hubris.

When he was there just now, he could almost see the clear words on the face of the person in charge, arrogant and arrogant.

The two of them didn't know when they stopped.

This is an old street with no pedestrians at this time, and beyond that is the community where Ye Yuyuan's family lives.The housing prices in that area were frighteningly high, and it was quiet amidst the hustle and bustle, and even the surrounding atmosphere was extremely quiet.

The street retains the original appearance of the last century and has not been rectified. It has a little taste of old Hong Kong. There are radio repair shops on the side of the road.The moonlight spread quietly on the street, and the shopkeepers were busy going home to watch the moon with their relatives in the stalls of the shops.

On such a night, people across the country are reuniting with their loved ones, whether they have a home or are homeless, and they all look up at the same moon.

Ye Yuyuan stared at him for a while, and did not answer the question directly, but asked quietly:

"What's wrong with willfulness?"

Fang Huai: "...?"

The man was silent for a moment, his eyes softened slightly, just as he was about to say something, suddenly a car whizzed by behind Fang Huai, and Ye Yuyuan subconsciously stretched out his hand to hug him.

He whispered:

"It would be nice if it could be a little more willful."

"Huh?" Fang Huai was slightly taken aback, "Did you just say something?"

"No." Ye Yuyuan rubbed his cuff button with his thumb and coughed lightly.

"You can do whatever you want," Ye Yuyuan looked at him firmly, and said, "Dance or sing, as long as you like."

Ye Yuyuan thought that he had a lot of money and enough ability to keep Fang Huai safe and sound under any circumstances.

So many years of hard work and management are just to give him a wayward right.

It's a pity that this child is too sensible.

He wished that Fang Huai would be more willful.

...and more, rely on him a little bit.