Chapter 20 Debate
“You think it’s strange.”
Tang Bo took a sip from the bottle and tried to talk happily, "Before, there were no trains, planes, or cars, and goodbye meant never seeing each other again. Now there are trains, planes, and the high-speed rail can reach my hometown in a small town in four or five hours. Let you do it." It’s like we’ll never see each other again.”
Zhang Fubao said that people are busy now, so it is convenient to meet, but there is no time to meet, "My home is not far away, it takes two hours by high-speed rail. When I left, you all said that we would get together often, but when I got married, Let’s go to Tang Bo.”
If he hadn't arrived in Kyoto again, he might never have seen her again in this life.
Brothers are embarrassed.
Some of them are college classmates, some know each other while living together, and some have developed feelings because they often play corpse scenes together. When we were together, the relationship was okay, but once we separated, we drifted apart and became completely incompetent.
I don’t know how to play the song.
“Outside the pavilion, beside the ancient road, the green grass reaches the sky..."
As the songs were chanted and murmured, their parting mood became more intense, and Tang Bo's mood also became depressed. He looked at the brothers around him, at the small town, and raised the green stick, "Who, who is singing? This It’s not just to cause trouble.”
The brother who sang felt that the song was suitable for the occasion, "The atmosphere is here, it would be inappropriate not to listen to it."
“Bah, Lao Zhu is doing all the **** trouble.” However, this song was very suitable for the occasion. At this moment, the eyes of several brothers were red. He asked Lao Zhu what kind of song it was, and it was so good.
Lao Zhu said: "The theme song for Director Zhang's new movie. Hey, Old Tang, didn't you also go to Director Zhang's crew to play a supporting role? What did you do..."
He can’t remember clearly.
“It would be nice if Director Zhang gave me a straight face.”
Tang Bo took the phone over and said, "Who sang it? This voice sounds familiar to me."
“Li Yu, Brother Tang.”
Tang Bo was surprised, "Oh, Director Zhang invited this great **** to sing the theme song of the promotional video. I haven't heard the big devil sing for a while, but I am still a fan of hers."
He couldn't bear to watch the MV. He didn't know that he was in the movie. At least he was not in the MV. Disappointed, he returned the phone to Lao Zhu and said casually: "These scenes are all from the park." Son."
They hang out in the film and television city all the year round, and you can tell where the scene is by just looking at it.
Lao Zhu went to get his cell phone.
Suddenly, Tang Bo pulled his phone back, dragging the progress bar to read it again, "I'm going!"
The brothers raised their heads, "What's wrong?"
Tang Bo remembered it. A few days ago, when he was filming a commercial in the studio and met Director Zhang’s assistant Shuge, they were probably filming the MV. The person in the nanny’s car was Li Yu, and the person who got in the car was Jiang Yang—
“It’s a loss, it’s a loss.”
Tang Bo regretfully slapped his thigh.
He was busy handing out business cards and forgot to ask for Jiang Yang’s contact information. Although Li Yu is a singer, this entertainment industry is still a circle. If he joins this line, even if he occasionally performs in music videos, it will also give the brothers more luck.
The brothers were confused. After Tang Bo explained it clearly, Lao Zhu couldn't help but sigh, "Old Tang is the social butterfly in our group. I'm trying to find a way to support this relationship."
He asked Tang Bo who Li Yu was that young man.
Tang Bo didn’t know, “He is the planner of the advertising company where I shot the advertisement.”
Lao Zhu pondered, "Li Yu's surname is Li, and his surname is Jiang, so he shouldn't be a relative, hey—"
Tang Bo felt that he really dared to think that Li Yu's boyfriend would work as a planner in an advertising company.
He thought maybe he was a friend or something.
Tang Bo said: "The advertisements he planned are very creative. The rubber product advertisement he planned is the one that I told you is very sexy. You can take a look after the advertisement is broadcast. I think I did a good job in it."
“Rubber product advertising?”
Several people immediately thought of the pink and ambiguous style.
Lao Zhu was puzzled that Old Tang, with his figure, could still shoot a commercial for rubber products. “If I go, I’ll go too.”
"roll!."
Tang Bo tossed his hair and said, "When the commercial airs, you'll know why it's me."
He was still waiting for Jiang Yang to call him to inform him.
The late night party dispersed.
Jiang Yang and Li Qingning got into Sister Xia’s car, “Sister Xia, haven’t you had a drink?”
Sister Xia said she is allergic to alcohol.
Li Qingning drank a little too much. After getting in the car, she leaned on Jiang Yang's shoulder and flipped through her phone.
After this day, the news about her comeback on the Internet has not diminished, as well as "Farewell". Now more and more people have realized the subtlety of the lyrics of this song, and it has even triggered a quarrel.
Tian Shuang, a well-known lyricist: "Just like 'Spring sleeps without waking up, and hears the singing of birds everywhere', once 'Outside the long pavilion, beside the ancient road, the green grass and green sky' are born, we will feel that this sentence should be like this. It was born Before, after it was born, it seemed that it should not be changed. There is a word in the translation called Xin Yada. This poem is not Xin Yada for farewell."
Yu Cong, the royal lyricist of the King of Heaven, also did not hesitate to praise this song and Li Yu, "The devil is king as soon as he makes a move. The most amazing thing about this song is that it combines classical lyrics with modern pop music. The combination is natural, smooth, and not jerky. It can be said that in front of this song, all the ancient lyrics and music that have emerged in recent years are! Rubbish!"
There are fans below who agree.
“Indeed, the ancient style should at least have consistent rhymes, concise language, and accurate image expression. What are the lyrics of the ancient style now? It’s just a pile of wind, flowers, snow, moon, butterfly, sword, and Qingming plum. It’s nonsense without logic.”
However, this has upset some ancient style songwriters and fans.
“Business blows each other’s throats!”
“Let’s collect the money.”
“Isn’t it interesting to brag? Saying “Farewell” is not the same as stacking.”
The debate reached unprecedented heights after an online singer named Huatian joined the topic. Huatian became popular on the Internet with his ancient folk songs. He tweeted: "Pavilions, roads, grass, sky, wind, willows, flutes, sunsets, mountains, distant mountains, ends of the earth, corners of the sea, wine, dreams - which one is not A stack of common images? I could fill out ten of this song in one meal!”
“The child in Huatian is just like this, so he must tell the truth.”
“I support Brother Tian, he can boast a little bit, and he still plays the trick of being praised by the fans and scorning the inferiors. A has-been singer is still noble.”
“Oh my god, someone finally told the truth. Brother Tian is so brave. They boasted like that just now, and I’m embarrassed to say it.”
However, they were not happy for long before they were shocked. A big V who often wrote poems on Twitter stood up and said, "The first five sentences of "Farewell" are about sending off, and they are written realistically, and the farther away they are, the farther away they are; Five sentences are a farewell. Even if they are far or near, people have levels. People use common image combinations and return to the original state to tell a farewell story. It is difficult to understand with a colored pen. "
He also asked @花田 to stack ten songs together, without asking for rhyme, as long as they have a sense of layering and a story line.
Many people came to Huatian and invited him to write ten poems over a meal.
Hua Tian may have actually written it, but it didn’t bubble up afterwards, but many carps were reluctant to let him go and were building buildings waiting for him to write it.
(End of this chapter)