On the surface, Cheng Ran seemed very cool and domineering when he said that he would give you ten songs, but in fact, Cheng Ran was very nervous in his heart.
Nothing can be controlled by anyone. It's like the idea that Le Pinghong gave Qin Xizhen, asking her to spend tens of thousands of dollars to buy a song from Wang Zhonghua and his endorsement. In fact, it was to buy Wang Zhonghua's fame. Only with Wang Zhonghua's fame and his songs can Qin Xizhen be exposed and enter the mainstream circle's vision. There are so many talented people in the underground music scene, and there are also many good songs, but many people are still just making underground music and are still not household names.
Opportunity, after all, is the window that determines whether your life can take off. Perhaps the accumulation of strength and tenacious will can allow you to lie dormant and wait for opportunities, but is such willpower something that ordinary people can achieve
To be a late bloomer requires many times more effort than ordinary people. This phrase implies the hardship of bearing humiliation and bearing heavy burdens. For many people, decades have passed in their lives.
So even though Cheng Ran has many songs that are regarded as classics or popular songs in later generations, he is not sure that these songs can also be a big hit in this time and space. Not all good things can be recognized at the time.
Otherwise, the story of the Dream of the Red Chamber would be told for thousands of years, supporting countless idle people. However, Cao Xueqin was not pitied by anyone, and the Dream of the Red Chamber could not be exchanged for steamed bread. Van Gogh only sold one painting in his life and died in poverty. His short life did not lead to the moment when he was praised as a genius.
So Cheng Ran was thinking about giving Qin Xizhen a bunch of songs in one go. He didn't pin his hopes on time being able to remember things forever. Good things will definitely succeed. It's okay to say this in motivational occasions, but the fact is that only one in ten good things can be passed down.
He could only try his best to increase Qin Xizhen's chances of success.
As a result, Qin Xizhen sneered with a look of confusion, "Ten poems? You give them to me? Do you think you are a white dragon..."
In this era, Hong Kong likes to rank everything, such as the Four Talents, the Four Heavenly Kings... Bai Long is one of the three great composers, and he has left a deep mark on the Chinese music scene. To this day, it is very difficult to get a song of his, and top singers and artists have to chase him to ask for it, and it depends on fate. This is a legend of the times, which was introduced to the mainland from the relatively developed Hong Kong and Taiwan entertainment circles at that time. Although it was exaggerated, the fame was roughly like this.
Qin Xizhen was listening to the songs of Chengjuan's so-called uncle. She thought they were nice and good, but as a music teacher, she only had the ability to appreciate songs, and lacked the ability to grasp the market, let alone how such songs would become popular. She couldn't think of that. As her mentor Le Pinghong said, to participate in such a music festival, the songs must be good. The second most important thing is who wrote the songs for you and whether the record company recognizes them. Otherwise, you just performed once, and if you don't catch the eyes of the record company and no one releases your songs, it's a waste of time.
"You're so funny when you're like this..." Qin Xizhen raised his mouth in suspicion and even found it funny, "And why are you giving me a song? You wrote it right away... uh..."
She didn't continue to ridicule because Cheng Ran had already started singing.
At this moment, all words are pale. Perhaps only practical actions can make Qin Xizhen dispel her doubts.
It started out as a fast-paced song, and before Qin Xizhen could catch his breath, it was another Cantonese song.
After listening to it, Qin Xizhen said, "Wait, wait, what did you just sing?"
After all, he was not a Minnan speaker. Even though Qin Xizhen sang Cantonese songs well, he still couldn't understand the lyrics of Cheng Ran's singing. He simply took Qin Xizhen's notebook and wrote down the lyrics and Cantonese phonetic symbols on it. After all, Qin Xizhen studied music, he understood it at a glance and even sang along. After marking the phonetic symbols of this song, Cheng Ran started singing the next song.
Even though it was singing without any accompaniment, there was something indescribably embarrassing about the sound being heard so loudly on the hillside.
But the only spectator, Qin Xizhen, didn't find it funny or awkward at all. His eyes were blinking, becoming the brightest spot in the room even brighter than the stars.
After singing it out in one last breath, Cheng Ran felt it was just like he had attended a KTV show on the hillside late at night.
But when he turned around again, he saw Qin Xizhen, whose facial expression was indescribable.
"That's enough, I'll come back in a few days to discuss the arrangement with you. Let's work on each song one by one. Even if it doesn't fit in perfectly with the original, those are just details. The most important thing is to get the spirit and form right."
Cheng Ran was talking incomprehensibly, while Qin Xizhen was still digesting what she had just heard. Generally speaking, the phrase "lingering in the air for three days" is used to describe the high-pitched and exciting music that seems to continue to echo after it stops. However, Qin Xizhen felt that Cheng Ran's singing style, style, lyrics, and other things could also echo in her mind for an unknown period of time, as if she had glimpsed a corner of the world, which was enough to shock her as a musician.
Because he is good at this, he knows how to appreciate what good things are. Rock, fast and slow songs, even rap, Cantonese singing, Minnan lyrics, English... songs that he has never heard before. Each song has its own merits. If these songs were made by one person, Qin Xizhen could hardly imagine how talented this person could be.
The same question was raised, she looked up and asked, "Can I handle these things? Can I sing in every style?"
"Actually, I think you can do it... Ever since you played the bunny dance on the piano in the music classroom, I knew you could do it."
"Am I... talented?" Qin Xizhen's eyes brightened.
"No, you were able to play such a catchy song like crazy. I don't think there is anything you can't handle."
Qin Xizhen almost kicked over.
"Is there anything else you want to tell me?" At this moment, Qin Xizhen could no longer look at Cheng Ran as a child. If a person could do this, he could already be a teacher.
Cheng Ran smiled, "Miss Qin, you are a wild horse, destined to gallop across the grassland."
Qin Xizhen suddenly hesitated and felt uneasy, but he still looked at Cheng Ran with a smile and said something he regretted the moment he said it, "What about you? Don't you want to come with us?"
"Everyone's life direction is different. You can be a galloping horse, while some people may just want to be a fish, free in the water. Once you get on the shore, you can't breathe and you will die."
"Really... We are different." Qin Xizhen murmured, then turned her head away and pouted, "I don't want to be the same as you! You are just an adult! You talk in an old-fashioned way." But for some reason, when she said this, her heart ached a little, and then she reminded herself, Qin Xizhen, are you crazy
"Time flies, and people come and go. Just like a song, passionate and melodious, it will eventually end and people will go their separate ways."
Qin Xizhen said, "Cheng Ran, besides you and me, are we just passers-by?"
"Should be... No way." Cheng Ran looked at Qin Xizhen's cold face and smiled.
Qin Xizhen nodded stubbornly and seriously, "I think so too. It should be... not right."
Many years later, Qin Xizhen could still remember the hillside, the vast starry sky, the lights all over the city, and the songs that man sang to her that night.
That was the moment when she seemed to have nothing, yet it seemed as if she could have everything.
No matter how many times I recall it, I still feel very happy.
I will rush back to my hometown tomorrow and will be on the road all day. If I can update, I will. If not, I will ask for leave in advance.