"We’ll go take a look tomorrow," Jian Zhiqing hadn’t expected it to be for that brat Jian Zhiqin; he knew about Jian Zhiqin’s school issues, but he just couldn’t help.
"Sorry for the trouble," he suddenly felt sowhat embarrassed.
Qin Xiangnuan was too polite, she didn’t know how to respond; anyway, he had agreed, and that was good...
The next day, Jian Zhiqing specifically took ti off for this. It could be a big or small matter, depending on what the adults thought, but Jian Zhiqing felt it was important, so he took the leave.
They arrived at a place similar to a recording studio; the equipnt was quite simple. Chun Xiangnuan didn’t know much about these things, but for the current era, it probably was high-end—after all, this was for recording cassette tapes, just like recording vinyl records in the future.
Jian Zhiqing briefly explained their intention to a man with slightly long hair.
This man’s na was Xu Ming, his family had so idle money, so he got into music, and he was sowhat famous.
Xu Ming said it wasn’t difficult, as long as you could sing, the lody could co out. With music, with sound, it could be made into a cassette tape.
"Sing a bit for ," Xu Ming sat down, crossed his legs, his deanor indeed had so artist’s casualness, a shirt on top, and to Qin Xiangnuan’s surprise, he wore tight pants below. This aesthetic was frankly not to Qin Xiangnuan’s taste.
"Okay, sure," Qin Xiangnuan had practiced quite a bit recently, and she sang pretty well.
As soon as she started singing, Xu Ming’s eyes widened, and he unconsciously straightened up.
"Is this from Qian Qin?"
"Yes," Qin Xiangnuan paused, "Any problem?"
"No, continue." Xu Ming sat back down, more properly this ti. However, Qin Xiangnuan had been interrupted and forgot where she was in the song, so she could only start from the beginning again. This ti she sang very smoothly, without stumbling, and managed to finish the entire song.
Xu Ming tapped along with the beat from ti to ti. When the song was over, he was still savoring it—it was a really nice song, especially in Cantonese. In recent years, due to Xiangjiang’s return, many Xiangjiang singers had also been frequently traveling to and from the mainland, and a lot of Cantonese songs were produced. People on the mainland had quite a liking for Cantonese songs, and this song, with both Cantonese and English, had a cheerful rhythm, but the lyrics were relatively simple, which should make it easy to cover.
"May I ask where you learned this song?" Xu Ming opened his eyes, which had a flash of brightness.
"That—" Qin Xiangnuan gave the excuse she had co up with beforehand, "In the village, it was taught by an old man who seed to have studied abroad. However, during the Great Revolution, he was labeled as a counter-revolutionary, and afterwards, he just stayed in the village."
"Then, can I et him?"
Xu Ming was impetuous; "I’ll go buy a train ticket right now."
Qin Xiangnuan hadn’t expected him to say that. Could it be that the temperant of artists was always so impulsive? Of course, that singing old man was not soone he could find. Indeed, he would not be able to find him.
"You can’t et him," she said seriously, without a hint of panic.
"Why?" Xu Ming didn’t understand and beca sowhat anxious, grabbing his hair forcefully.
"He has left the village long ago; I don’t know where he went, he might be already..." Qin Xiangnuan spoke seriously, and in her heart, she felt quite sorry for the King, for stealing his song, she felt a bit guilty.
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