Entertainment: Deyun’s young class leader? Sorry, quit

Chapter 648: Brother-in-law's Past Songs

"Oh, okay, one more."

"another one!"

Miaofu and Dadang of Qingqushe were taking a break and chatting about how powerful the owner of Huilinshe was and how he made his fortune.

Suddenly I heard shouting outside, and the things in my heart were aroused again.

He stood up and looked outside.

I found that there were more people coming than before, and they were surrounding the actors in layers.

When the performance reached its climax, the audience applauded and shouted.

"What do you think about us building one in Xi'an?"

People are always jealous of money. When others succeed, they want to follow suit.

I even couldn't help but imagine how much revenue I could make if the same thing became popular in my hometown.

But his partner Wang Sheng smiled bitterly and pulled his arm, asking him to give up his fantasy.

"You can just watch. Do you have the traffic of Guo Qilin? He is doing all kinds of things in film, television and music, which is why he can attract so much traffic. It's hard to generate traffic just by crosstalk, not to mention that we are not the most popular club.

Even the most popular one, Deyunshe’s place has become a mess, with almost no traffic. There are only a few people queuing there every week, and the traffic is less than 100 or 200 people. ”

A few words brought Miao Fu back to his senses.

But he didn't think so. He just thought that although he was not very popular, he was well-known in Xi'an. He didn't need people from other cities. Just looking at the local audience, they were enough to sell tickets and do some things.

It’s difficult to think about it now.

I don’t know how much manpower and material resources will be needed to hold this event.

Even if it is held, where will they get the money?

Advertise?

This is absolutely possible.

I don’t know how many advertisements are cooperating with Huilinshe, and Huilinshe has also accepted it. After all, making money is not bad.

So there are advertising slogans posted around from time to time.

This slogan works very well.

Too much consumption on site.

As a result, the idle land that originally had no income has now generated an unknown amount of income and profit.

The income from one day's performance may be as much as that from several commercial performances.

Miaofu is the owner of the troupe and is very sensitive to the business operations within it, but he can only envy them.

Others may be able to receive it, but you may not be able to.

Suddenly he smiled bitterly.

"How much do they earn in a year? I'm so envious."

"At the annual meeting every year, Guo Qilin gives out 10 to 20 million yuan in benefits to employees. You can see how horrible his income is."

"Yes."

I sighed for a while. Who in this world doesn't want to make money? But they can't make as much as others.

"Teacher Miaofu, there are still ten minutes left, please be ready."

"Ok."

There are not only actors in the street, but also trainee actors who are specifically responsible for notifying and helping. These actors are in control of some things to ensure that there is no loss of rhythm or mistakes.

But their wages are not low either.

After a short while, the two went out to perform again. The performance lasted for quite a while and showed that they were very dedicated.

In a place like this, no one can help but work hard.

They were performing a traditional crosstalk, and halfway through, Guo Qilin, who was standing on one side of the street, secretly came over to watch.

He took Qingqu Society's alliance to heart, and when he found nothing wrong, he left for the company without saying hello to anyone.

I went to the company for a meeting before returning home.

When I got home, I unexpectedly found my wife there.

"You don't have anything to do today?"

"It's okay. I'm not too busy recently. He He has gone to school too, so it's a rare quiet time."

"I'll go to the study for a while."

Guo Qilin took a sip of water and walked straight into his study, where were placed all the books he had read since he was a child, including, of course, a cookbook that He He bought for him.

Just as he was about to leave, his right hand was suddenly pulled by his wife.

"Wait a minute, husband."

"What?"

"What do you think?"

Deng Ziqi stood beside him, her eyes and expression revealing a charming charm, "We agreed to have a second child. Don't you think now is a good opportunity? We missed it before."

"In broad daylight?"

"So what in broad daylight? There's no one around anyway."

"What if my sister comes over?"

"No." Deng Ziqi's grip on Guo Qilin's hand tightened slightly, and his smile became brighter. "Sister only comes here when she needs to eat. Isn't it early now? How about it?"

"..."

Seeing his wife like this, how could Guo Qilin refuse? He could only nod and agree. Then they walked into the bedroom together and closed the door, not wanting anyone to disturb them.

The couple had made some preparations for having a second child.

Surprisingly, no one disturbed me today.

It’s only lively when we pick up He He.

Not just today.

In order to have a second child, the couple has made some efforts. After all, if they missed this year, next year might become even busier.

However, time flies and it is May. When the weather gradually gets warmer, Guo Qilin has to be busy again.

Huilinshe’s branch in Xi’an is preparing to open for business.

During the opening period, he has to go there to help out, and at the same time, the concert is also being arranged and prepared, tentatively scheduled for June.

"Will there be something special about this concert? Will there be any guests invited?"

Deng Ziqi asked curiously. She wanted to go to all her husband's concerts, but she felt a little regretful this time because she was going to create her own album in June.

It’s also a good preparation for pregnancy.

Lest you be unable to do anything after getting pregnant.

"Since you can't go, I'll see if I can let Master go with you."

"Master, can you bear it? You were sick enough before."

"That's right. If they make trouble again, I'm afraid I'll have to go in again."

Guo Qilin no longer wanted to trouble his master any more. As he was getting older, he thought about his circle of friends.

There are many singers in my circle of friends.

If Xue Zhiqian, Wang Sulong, Han Hong and Li Jian invite them, they will most likely come if they have time.

But he didn't want to invite them.

It’s not because of anything, it’s just that when they come, my concert inexplicably becomes like work.

After all, they are all good singers, you can't let them outdo you.

Besides, you need to be more or less polite.

"Oh, by the way." Guo Qilin sat at home, looking at his wife, "How about letting your sister be my guest? She was very popular before, and many people have begun to know her.

Now I have given her a task, asking her to write another song in a month and perform it in my concert, which will be an extra attraction or gimmick.

If she continues to gain popularity, I will organize a concert for her at the end of the year."

"Oh, great. Let my sister go. I'll call her right away."

As for her younger sister, the older sister really wants her to shine and become a popular singing star.

Make the call.

My younger sister Deng Yiling was doing housework at home, which included a lot of He He's clothes and toys.

Sometimes He He would go to her place to play.

But when He He went to his aunt's house to play, he simply wanted to sneak some snacks and take a nap. It was a safe haven for a child.

"Hello, sis? Do you want me to go shopping at the supermarket?"

"No, your brother-in-law and I have agreed to let you be a guest at the concert in June and sing a song."

"..."

Deng Yiling was silent. What sudden task? Even though she had sung with her brother-in-law before, that was a fan meeting.

Being a guest at a concert is different. There is a stage for tens of thousands of people, which I have never had before.

But there was no thought of refusing.

Why do you want more people to know your songs? Isn't it to make them like your songs more and recognize your songs?

"Promise?"

"Promise, I'll try."

Deng Ziqi was a little surprised. He didn't expect that there would be no delay this time.

"If you agree, I will write a song myself."

"Huh? This is a bit difficult."

"It's not difficult. There's plenty of time. If all else fails, ask your brother-in-law to write the lyrics for you. Your brother-in-law is very good at writing lyrics."

The younger sister hesitated, "How long will it take?"

"next month."

After calculating the time, I felt that I had enough time. "Okay, I'll write one."

“But it has to be written in a week.”

"A week?"

"Just one week, that's all, take your time to think about it."

The phone hangs up.

Deng Ziqi looked at her husband with a smug look on her face, "No problem."

"You are the only sister like me who puts pressure on others."

"It's not called pressure. Being a singer requires you to keep your nerves tense and tense. Otherwise, you won't know what to do when you face big problems in the future. My sister has not been in society much."

"So we're just going to trick her for fun? Let her experience the dangers of society?"

"Ha ha ha ha."

Deng Ziqi laughed happily, with his hands on his hips, "It's not that serious, let's see if we can complete the task."

"What if it can't be done?"

"If you can't finish it, I'll write it for her."

While the older sister had good intentions and did everything for her own good, the younger sister, on the other hand, was lying on the sofa at home, rolling around and throwing a tantrum.

"Sister, what a jerk! She even deliberately confirmed the time for me. I can't do anything about this."

My sister seems to be introverted and not eccentric, but she is still a bit lively when she is alone.

After rolling around for a while, she immediately got up and went to her music room. It was not easy to write songs in a week.

A good singer may finish writing in a few hours if he has inspiration, but if he has no inspiration it will take a very long time.

Fortunately, the lyrics part can be handed over to my brother-in-law.

Now, she has become accustomed to relying on her brother-in-law. After all, they are all family and have already gotten to know each other well, so there is no need for the politeness like when they first met.

“Oh, I just can’t write it.”

After staying in the music room for a full hour, she still couldn't think of a good melody.

Just go listen to my sister's songs.

But my sister’s songs are fundamentally different from hers.

On the contrary, my brother-in-law’s songs are very similar to hers.

They are all lyrical expressions of emotions.

Thinking of this, I immediately went to look for my brother-in-law's earliest creations. Some of his songs were not as popular as other songs.

Even so, it was well received at the time.

After searching for a long time, I found a few songs.

They are "Under the Flying Clouds", "Light Chasers" and "Flowers Bloom and Forget Worry"!

She has heard "Under the Flying Clouds" and "Flowers Bloom and Forget Worries", which are very nice and artistic songs.

There is a sense of immersion as if time and space are dislocated.

After listening to it again, I couldn't help but sigh.

"What a genius my brother-in-law is. The songs and lyrics are so good."

Then listen to "Light Chaser".

"If you were a firework on the sea~

I am the foam of the waves

At some point your light illuminated me.

If you were a distant galaxy~"

After hearing a few lines of the lyrics, Deng Yiling suddenly laughed. She didn't expect that her brother-in-law had written such a song. It was probably in a very early style.

But emotions are just as good as feelings.

The video was very popular at the time, with over 100,000 comments alone.

I continued listening, and after finishing it, the previous anxiety was gone.

Look at the comments again.

"Secret love is the starlight in your heart. The light you pursue will eventually illuminate the road under your feet~"

"Some songs are like this, you like them the first time you hear the melody."

“Da Lin has written many songs now, but this one will always have a place in my heart.”

"I've been listening to it for several years, and every time I hear it, a certain part of my heart will itch, but then I'll feel lonely for a while."

"Dalin's songs capture every emotion, which is why we like him and why we look forward to his concerts."

"Hahaha! Dalin has announced that he will be holding a concert in June. I hope he can sing this song."

Many people's praise and expectations made Deng Yiling feel the impact of a song.

At this moment, she realized what kind of singer she wanted to be.

My brother-in-law is like this.

Use songs to record time. As soon as the songs sound, the beautiful days and wonderful feelings will inevitably emerge.

"Okay, I'll try my best to write."

With motivation, Deng Yiling began to write a lyrical song, but unfortunately writing a song is not that easy.

The melody was overturned again and again, and then rethought after being overturned.

Until the afternoon, when it was time for He He to go home from school, he still had no idea.

She didn't have to pick up the little girl today, but she had been concerned about her all the time. She only had the mind to do other things after she was taken home.

"Forget it, let's just go to my brother-in-law's house for dinner."

Writing songs is writing songs, and eating for free is eating for free.

I tidied up a bit, fixed my hair, and drove over.

Arrived at home.

The little girl was holding a pencil and doing her homework seriously on the coffee table.

My brother-in-law and sister were preparing ingredients in the kitchen.

Bread lay on the floor to feel the coolness.

"Aunt~~"

He He shouted when he saw someone.

Deng Yiling smiled. It was almost summer now, and every summer she was in a particularly good mood.

Because you can see the little girl is more active.

When winter comes, she doesn't like to move much and is very afraid of the cold.

"Eat popsicles. I'll get one for my aunt."

Get up and take one from the refrigerator, but not just one, secretly take one for yourself.

Deng Ziqi heard the voice in the kitchen and understood what was going on. "You can give it to your aunt, but you are not allowed to take it for yourself."

"why?"

"Nonsense, you ate two right after you came back. What if you get diarrhea? Eat more later."

"..."

Children need to be supervised a little bit, otherwise they will have no restraint in eating.

Sometimes you might even end up giving yourself a cold.

But Deng Yiling bent down to take the popsicle and secretly handed it to He He, "You eat half and I'll eat the other half. Don't let mom find out."

"Okay, I won't let Mom find out."

Two people secretly eat a popsicle.

The little girl was very satisfied when she ate. She looked in the direction of her mother while eating, fearing that her mother would come out. Deng Yiling liked to see her little face like this.

As I watched, a flash of inspiration suddenly appeared, and I knew what melody I should write.