In the bedroom of a large flat in the suburbs.
At twelve o'clock in the middle of the night, Wang Qiang was still on the phone with the company:
"If Xianyu doesn't release a song in November, we will set the schedule for November. Anyway, the new artist season has been cancelled, so we don't have to make way for new artists in November. New artists have their own charts..."
Before the merger of the continents, November was the rookie season in Qinzhou.
Every November, only new singers can release songs. Already debuted singers will not release songs in November.
This is the most praised new talent protection system in Qinzhou music scene.
Later, the states merged, and the number of singers increased. November was no longer enough to provide protection for new singers, so the Arts Association introduced a new rule -
Abolish the rule of November as rookie season!
This is not to squeeze the living space of newcomers, but to protect new singers. Newcomers can release songs at any time in the future, but their works will no longer compete with those of already debuted singers. Instead, there will be a special list of newcomers and new songs.
After this regulation came out, everyone was happy.
New artists don’t have to wait until November to make their debut, and singers who have already debuted don’t have to give up the competition for the new song chart in November.
There are even music companies that specifically monitor the charts of new artists and new songs, and try to poach them when they see promising talent.
"OK."
The person on the other end of the phone said, "Then let's see what Yue Xianyu is up to. I'll also ask Xing Mang's people. You just wait for my good news first."
"Yeah, hung up."
Wang Qiang looked at the computer and it was already twelve:05.
"In a hurry to listen to music?"
"Well, let's see if it was the right decision for the three of us to withdraw."
"Okay, I'll go and listen too."
After the call was hung up, Wang Qiang looked at the computer.
In October, when Xianyu released a song, three first-line singers avoided it, and Wang Qiang was one of the three first-line singers who announced the change of their release date.
He stayed up so late just to wait for Xianyu's new song, so after hanging up the phone, he put on his headphones and found the song "White Rose" which had been released and occupied the largest promotional banner on the player.
Lyricist: Envy Fish
Composer: Envy Fish
Singer: Sun Yaohuo
When Wang Qiang saw Sun Yaohuo's name, a hint of envy flashed across his eyes, and then he clicked to play the song.
The prelude is very familiar.
It is exactly the same as "Red Rose".
If you don't look at the song title and only listen to the prelude, everyone will think this is "Red Rose".
But as the following singing began, this idea was immediately broken:
"As white as white teeth, the passion has been swallowed up, and the champagne has evaporated completely; as white as a white moth, it has sneaked back into the mortal world and overlooked the spirit tablet; but love suddenly changes, and after the grudge, it is like dirt and filth, don't mention it; silence with a smile, rose with thorns, return the gift, only trust and defense..."
Wang Qiang raised his eyebrows slightly.
If read in Mandarin, this word does not rhyme and is even a bit obscure.
But Sun Yaohuo sang in the Qi language, and the feeling came out immediately.
It is still such a beautiful melody. The rhyme of each line is very neatly pressed, and the ending breath is always exhaled in the most comfortable position. Combined with the purity of Sun Yaohuo's accent, it is enough to make the ears pregnant.
The sound breaks through the obscure barrier of the lyrics.
And when the main song comes, even those who don’t understand Qi language will understand what the song is about. Recalling the version of "Red Rose", the sense of immersion suddenly becomes profound.
The music isn't actually fancy.
No explosive drum beats? No gorgeous arrangement? Only Sun Yaohuo's slightly hoarse and helpless voice:
"How can you be cold and yet still beautiful? What you can't get is always precious. How can you not be scheming when you are at a disadvantage? Showing awe to test your rules; even if it is a nightmare, it is still beautiful, willing to be the bottom to set off your nobility; a bunch of roses simulates the funeral of the heart? The past is invalid when love has passed, the next life..."
Wang Qiang did not study Qi language deeply, but when he heard this, he did not hesitate any more.
His eyes suddenly felt a little sore.
Red roses and white roses
For a man, two roses symbolize two women.
If the red rose is something that has been obtained but not cherished, then the white rose is something that is far away but out of reach.
No matter how cold, reserved and noble a woman is, men are happy to be a bootlicker.
It was as if it was a cruel dream that was destined to be impossible to hold on to, but I was unwilling to wake up, like a fool who was under a spell.
Xianyu wrote about the commotion in "Red Rose".
And The White Rose explains the source of that commotion.
It is obviously the same melody, but it tells a connected story. One is the habit and tiredness of the red rose in life, and the other is the brilliance and charm of the white rose in dreams.
The former endures, the latter collapses.
At this moment, in Wang Qiang's memory, a forgotten figure seemed to reappear with the singing, like a nightmare he did not want to recall.
But I shouldn't think about her.
I already have a new partner, and my former white rose got married and had a child last year. It would be wrong for me to just reminisce about her, but today a song brought back this past.
Memories are unreasonable.
The more Wang Qiang tried to restrain himself, the more countless tiny emotions were chrysalis, as if he was trapped in the quagmire of reincarnation created by the song, unable to extricate himself or escape, which made Wang Qiang's breathing a little rapid.
Suddenly, the voice beside my ear softened again:
"As if in vain, I was destroyed for no reason. What I got was not the one I wanted. As if white sugar was mistakenly thrown into the mundane world and consumed and died."
White busy, white sugar, white moonlight...
Wang Qiang's heart suddenly became quiet, as if it was being broken into pieces bit by bit and then slowly reshaped.
As if sensing Wang Qiang's emotions, the voice in the headphones continued, but it didn't intend to continue.
"Even nightmares are still beautiful. I am willing to be the last one to set off your nobility. Give me roses and come to attend the funeral. The past is null and void as if I have passed another life..."
The song has ended here.
As the ending sound lingers, it is clearly the same melody, but it exudes a sense of desolation.
Is it lamenting for those who haven't gotten over it yet, or is the song lamenting its own stupidity
Wang Qiang suddenly exhaled, and his breathing calmed down. He gently took off his headphones, walked out of the vortex of his chaotic mind, and ran away far away.
So what if you get it
Just get a commotion.
So what if you lose it? It’s just another life of reincarnation in the sea of suffering. If a person is split into two halves, how can you tell who is the white rose and who is the red rose
It's just the devil in my heart.
Wang Qiang smiled, and it was unclear whether he was feeling lucky that he had gotten out of the quagmire of the October season rankings so early, or was lamenting that he had gotten out of an emotional vortex in time.
He somehow opened Xianyu's tribal account and wanted to follow him, but he saw that Xianyu had posted a status.
"Every man has had two such women, at least two. If you marry a red rose, over time, the red will become a smear of mosquito blood on the wall, and the white will still be the 'bright moonlight in front of the bed'; if you marry a white rose, the white will be a grain of rice stuck on your clothes, and the red will be a cinnabar mole on your heart."
Wang Qiang was slightly stunned.
After a moment, Wang Qiang was completely relieved.
The mosquito blood on the wall is actually the cinnabar mole, and the sticky rice stuck on the clothes is the white moonlight. Not being able to get it is not a reason for you to be upset, please be kind.