Chinese entertainment, from radio love songs to superstars

Chapter 3, Survival, Life, Dream

Sometimes, those involved are more confused than those who are not involved.

Especially those who are in a relationship.

After listening to Shen Lang's words, Wang Cheng suddenly came to his senses and only one thought remained in his mind - to call her!

"dududu~"

Okay, just hang up the call with the radio station.

Shen Lang frowned.

This……

"We have been broadcasting at midnight for seven years, and our love will never change. Today's program has to say goodbye to everyone. Next Sunday at midnight, please tune in to Yanjing Music Radio, FM 97.4 MHz, cable FM 94.6 MHz, to keep our promise regardless of weather conditions."

ending.

End.

Shen Lang took off his monitoring headphones and put the guitar aside. The smile on his face suddenly became heavy.

Stand trial.

Walk out of the studio.

Shen Lang looked up and met the surprised gazes of Wu Zhoutong, Zhao Xue and Zhang Zhong.

When Wu Zhoutong came back, he happened to hear the second part of "The Lonely Sandbar is Cold".

I listened to what Zhang Zhong said in the toilet.

He hurried out.

He was afraid that Shen Lang would ruin his show.

however.

When Wu Zhoutong pushed open the door of the studio.

What you hear is soulful singing and touching songs.

Surprise, surprise, astonishment, a variety of emotions swept over.

He had always thought that Shen Lang was just an ordinary college graduate studying broadcasting, but he turned out to be a hidden music master.

"Brother Wu, I'm sorry. I took the initiative to sing my own song." Shen Lang apologized directly. It was his fault no matter how you look at it.

"You..." Wu Zhoutong opened his mouth, then paused for a few seconds, then slowly walked forward, raised his hand and put it on his shoulder, smiling and saying, "You did a great job. You don't need to apologize. Have you forgotten what I said at the meeting? We should move the audience with our singing and our true feelings. Look at what you just did. You made the audience cry and feel deeply moved."

Hearing this, Shen Lang was stunned.

Zhao Xue and Zhang Zhong on the side thought, yes, although Shen Lang’s approach was not according to plan, it did not change the original intention of this episode.

"I didn't expect that you can not only sing, but also write songs." Wu Zhoutong said with a smile.

"I've loved music since I was a child. I applied to the wrong university at first, but then I thought the broadcasting department would be a good option for me to get a job, so I didn't change it." Shen Lang said half-truthfully.

"..."Wu Zhoutong, Zhao Xue, and Zhang Zhong.

Can this be filled in incorrectly?

On second thought, it makes sense.

There are tens of thousands of singers who have moved to Beijing, but only a handful of them can succeed.

If you are assigned to a radio or television station, as long as your ability is not too bad, you will get a stable job once you are converted to a regular employee.

After all, people must first choose to survive. Only by surviving can they have the opportunity to realize their dreams.

"Okay, everyone has worked hard today, go back and have a good rest."

Wu Zhoutong didn't dwell on this matter for long. It was getting late, so he said to the others, "Also, please help us think of some ideas to improve the ratings of our show."

"Roger that!"

"It's finally the weekend."

"Goodbye, Brother Wu, Sister Zhao, and Brother Zhang."

Shen Lang let out a long sigh and went to pack his things.

Out of the building.

In the early morning of Yanjing, there was deep silence. The starry sky was like a profound painting, and the roads were brightly lit by lights.

Compared with more than 20 years later, it is less noisy and prosperous, and more tranquil and calm.

At this point, buses and subways have stopped running.

剩下可选的是出租车，依据车型的不同，价格分别为1.0、1.2、1.4、1.6、1.8、2.0块每公里。

For the not-so-wealthy Shen Lang, taking a taxi is a luxury.

He went to the carport downstairs and pushed out his 28-inch bicycle, which was his means of transportation to and from get off work and on weekdays.

The original owner bought it when he was in college and spent quite a bit of money on it.

The quality is great, I've been riding it for over four years with no problems.

The Yanjing Broadcasting Building is located outside the Second Ring Road and within the Third Ring Road. The house that Shen Lang rented is a basement in an urban village at the junction of the Third and Fourth Ring Roads.

The distance is about ten kilometers and it takes more than half an hour to ride.

"In a hurry, in a hurry, why is life always like this? Is it my ideal to spend my life like this..."

Humming a song and riding a bicycle, Shen Lang shuttled through the streets of Yanjing. His previous impression of Yanjing.

It’s Big Pants, Sanlitun, Wudaokou, the center of the universe…

It is the Xidan business district, Guomao CBD, and Zhongguancun IT cluster...

However, when I came here, I realized that under the colorful city and beneath the shadow of the magnificent buildings, there are hidden many urban villages.

There are about two hundred "urban villages" in the six districts of Yanjing City, which gather migrant workers from all over the country.

"Who says that being in a foreign land will make it your hometown?" This is an advertising slogan posted on the outer wall of the village apartment where Shen Lang lives.

As for the environment, as you enter the village, a complex smell hits you.

Anyway, it’s all dirty, messy, full of safety hazards, and all kinds of illegal construction…

But the cheapness alone outweighs all the disadvantages.

This place allows many people from other places to travel back and forth between the city and the village, striving for their ideals and lives.

Shen Lang carried the 28-inch bicycle to the basement with great difficulty.

There's not much space outside.

No matter how many locks you put on, it won’t work.

"Whoo~"

Shen Lang leaned back in his chair to relieve himself from the day's fatigue.

The basement, which can be seen at a glance, contains only a bed, a table, a cabinet, a guitar and a tape recorder.

On the wall next to the bed there is a poster of the four members of the Beyond band.

Huang Jiaju is Shen Lang’s favorite singer. He was influenced by him and became a music teacher in his previous life because of his love for music.

After resting for a while, Shen Lang washed up and went to bed.

Since "Midnight Music Talk" is broadcast on Sunday and they have to prepare on Saturday, their days off become Monday and Tuesday.

It's a rare opportunity to sleep in.

Get up at nine o'clock.

Went out for a half-hour run.

After coming back, I practiced with the 28-inch bar for another 15 minutes.

This was the exercise he had to do during the more than one month since he came here.

A good health is the foundation of everything.

Shen Lang seldom goes out on weekends.

They all stay in the basement.

He ate breakfast and took out the notebook from the cupboard.

These are all songs released after the year 2000, and there are already thirty of them.

The slow efficiency is not because I can’t remember. If I write normally, I can write at least a hundred poems.

It is troublesome to register copyright. If you write too much, it will be troublesome if the notebook is lost.

In other words, the copyrights of these thirty songs were successfully registered with the Copyright Office.

Shen Lang picked up the pen and first wrote down the song "Lonely Sand Island is Cold" that he sang last night, and then wrote two more songs, making a total of three songs. He would go to the Copyright Office to register in the afternoon.

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At the same time, Yenching Radio Building.

The telephone operator in charge of the music radio station's hotline was very busy.

"Hello, this is Yanjing Music Radio, how can I help you?"

"Hello, I want to ask, during the live broadcast of "Midnight Music Talk" last night, the host sang a song called "Lonely Sandbar Cold". Where can I hear this song?"

"This issue has been reported to the leadership, but it is not being heard for the time being."

"Ah? Can't hear it anymore? What a beautiful song. So, is there a replay of the show?"

"No."

"Ugh……"

……

Wu Qian hung up the phone.

This was the tenth call she had received today with the same question.

She didn't have the habit of listening to "Midnight Music Talk", so she didn't know exactly what happened last night.

However, after some inquiries, it was learned that it was Wu Zhoutong's assistant Shen Lang who sang a song he wrote on the show, which made the listeners who requested the song cry.

It is said to be very nice and touching.

It made her want to hear what kind of song "Lonely Sandbar is Cold" is.

(End of this chapter)