ALL NOVEL Chapter 13 I have a dream
The next day was a cloudy day, which was more suitable for fishing. In the morning, Mingliang and her daughter were still sleeping. Yu Dongqing got up and packed away the fishing equipment, including fishing rods, hooks, lines, baits, and floats. There were a lot of them, packed on the rods. I stuffed all the bags and fish protection bags into the trunk of the car, then put on my sun protection clothes and drove straight to Shangzhuang Reservoir.
Shangzhuang is located in Shangzhuang Town, the northwest suburb of Yanjing, close to the National Cuihu Wetland Park and about 30 kilometers away from the city. The reservoir area is winding and varies in width and width, making it the first choice for fishing enthusiasts.
Yu Dongqing drove to the agreed fishing park on the north bank of the reservoir. Zhang Yang and the others had arrived. Without saying a word, they packed up their tools and found a spot to start fishing.
Shangzhuang Reservoir is very large, perhaps due to the lack of water in the capital, and the wide lake surface makes people feel a bit luxurious. The surroundings are very quiet, without the noise of tourists, and you can even hear the fish tumbling in the water clearly.
Among the four people, Du Hui was an expert at fishing, so naturally he didn't want to hang out with these newbies. He chose a quiet place early, put down his fishing line and rod, then put on his sunhat and sat down like an old monk.
Liu Yimin and Zhang Yang are not very good at fishing. Although Zhang Yang is the most active person, he can't stand his temper.
Yu Dongqing's level is also poor. It turns out that Yu Dongqing is not very interested in this activity. The fishing gear worth more than 20,000 yuan has been dusted after only a few uses.
Now Yu Dongqing is interested but his level is really limited. After fishing for a long time, he only caught one small crucian carp.
The two of them like to get together and have fun chatting while fishing.
But today Liu Yimin came over, sat next to Yu Dongqing with a small horse, put the fishing rod into the water, glanced at Yu Dongqing and said: "Dongqing, I want to discuss something with you?
"What's the matter?"
"Can Zhang Wei and the others sing the song "Love Song 1980" you wrote at the Midi Music Festival? This guy doesn't dare to come to you. He came to me several times yesterday and he was so annoyed."
"So persistent?" Yu Dongqing remained calm and looked at the fish float on the water.
"To be honest, Zhang Wei is the younger brother of a neighbor of mine. I have seen him often since I was a child. The young man has a good character," Liu Yimin continued.
"You also know that folk songs are in a downturn now, and the most fundamental reason for the niche within the niche is that the singers cannot produce decent works. If you let them sing this song, you should also consider it as a contribution to the promotion of folk songs. ah?"
Yu Dongqing laughed when she heard this.
"Look what you said, if I don't take it out I'll be sorry for the ballad. I'll listen to you, but it can only be performed at this midi concert. It can't be performed elsewhere, and it won't be possible to pay the copyright fee!"
this?
Liu Yimin was stunned and didn't know what to say for a moment.
"Do you think I'm too proud? It's just a bad song, what's so great about it?" Yu Dongqing smiled and continued: "Actually, I'm doing this for his own good."
"oh?"
"Originally I didn't want to say this, but you said Zhang Wei has something to do with you, so I'll just say it straight away. I'm not optimistic about Zhang Wei's band."
"Why?"
"The positioning is not accurate. Since you play folk songs, you should sing them honestly and strive to achieve some results. It's not like them singing folk songs at one time, pop music at another time, and then want to play rock music at the next time."
"More importantly, Zhang Wei's voice is very suitable for singing folk songs. Unfortunately, the band's creative ability is average and they cannot write good songs of their own. If you don't practice writing well, you will always want to take shortcuts with other people's songs, and you will end up singing folk songs instead." not long."
Liu Yimin stared at the water, and after a while he said to Yu Dongqing: "I have told him several times, but he wants to make some achievements in a hurry, but I will definitely take your words with him."
"Forget it, you'd better not say it. Good advice is offensive to the ears. No one likes to listen to our nagging."
"No, you are doing it for his own good, so you must say what you need to say." Liu Yimin was very determined: "I will call him now."
After speaking, Liu Yimin walked to the weeping willow not far away, took out his mobile phone and started talking.
After Liu Yimin left, Zhang Yang, who had been silent until now, quietly spoke.
"Hey, Dongqing, do you know why Yimin is so enthusiastic about this matter?"
"Why?"
"Because he has never forgotten our original dream. He has an idea that he places on Zhang Wei and the others." Zhang Yang said leisurely.
Yu Dongqing was silent.
Of course he remembered how young and frivolous he was at that time.
They were still in college, and the Qingmanglu Band they formed was somewhat famous in the school. Once, the four of them got drunk and said in front of many classmates: Martin Luther once published the famous "I Have a Dream", and Our Qingmanglu band also has a dream, which is to hold concerts and tour all over the country.
Hold high the banner of folk music, one song for each city!
However, the reality is cruel.
After stepping out of the ivory tower, they first faced pressure in life. Starting a band was very expensive, not to mention going on tour?
In just one year, the band disbanded and the four of them went their separate ways. Only Yu Dongqing still persisted in the entertainment industry, but he was further and further away from his original dream.
Now that he suddenly heard Zhang Yang mentioning old things again, Yu Dongqing couldn't help but feel a little emotional.
Just like the lyrics of "Oldboy" say:
Life is like a ruthless knife, changing our appearance.
Will it wither before it blooms? I have had a dream.
Dreams are always out of reach, should you give up?
Lunch was served at the farmhouse. In the pavilion, spicy fish, braised big rooster, and four plates of cold dishes were simple and affordable. After drinking some beer, Liu Yimin also talked about the crazy thing in the backyard of the tavern the night before. Liu Yimin's interest remained undiminished. .
"Holly, when I hear the song you sang, it seems like I'm back in our past. Those days are so nostalgic."
After saying that, Liu Yimin hummed softly:
I once made a small wish in the bright spring
I hope to watch the sky with you under the gorgeous sunset
Let the fragrance of flowers linger on your cheeks and gently close your eyes
Yu Dongqing heard it. It was a song composed by everyone in the university.
The name is "Wish"
"Come on, Yimin, what's the use of just recalling and sighing? Don't pin your hopes on others." Zhang Yang interrupted his humming, waved his hand and said loudly:
"When my friends are happy one day, just reorganize our band. Yimin, you continue to play the drums, I will play my guitar, Du Hui will play his keyboard, and Dongqing, just use his broken throat to sing! Let's sing this from now on. This song "Love Song 1980" begins! Tour everywhere! I don't charge money, I sing in vain!"
"Zhang Yang, you made it easy. Let's not talk about money. It's just us. Where's the time?!" Du Hui interjected with a sneer.
"Yimin wants to open his tavern, and I have to take classes. Zhang Yang, don't you care about your music business? Dongqing is even busier. She has to go to work and take care of her daughter. Who can get away?!"
"Grass!"
Zhang Yang couldn't help but curse after hearing this.
At first I had time but no money, but now I have a little money but no time.
The atmosphere is a bit dull.
"I tell you guys, don't be so discouraged. There may come a day when we put aside all the trivial matters of the world and go crazy." Yu Dongqing took over the topic: "Life is not just the superficial things in front of you, but also poetry and the fields in the distance. Well"