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Chapter 5, The Time of a Song [Please read and vote]

There is another story about the birth of the song "The Lonely Sandbar is Cold".

Zhou Chuanxiong stayed in the mainland for a long time and visited many places, so he absorbed a lot of Chinese culture, and Song poetry was a type he personally liked very much.

The song was inspired by Su Shi's "Bosuan Zi" and is an impromptu firework created by an unexpected combination.

At first, it was the guitarist who was adjusting the melody, but suddenly Zhou Chuanxiong found that this melody, which was close to that of the sitar, was very special when combined with the song, so Zhou Chuanxiong added a lonely and cold tone to the song.

After hearing this song, Terence Teo, an arranger from Singapore, added strings to Zhou Chuanxiong's arrangement.
"How could you be so stupid!"

When the singing stopped, Yu Xinyue was already in tears, crying: "We are too young and don't understand the importance of each other."

Wang Cheng's eyes turned red again, and he choked up and said, "Fortunately there was that phone call, fortunately there was Shen Lang, fortunately there was "Lonely Sandbar Cold", and fortunately there was you."

The two looked at each other, hugged and kissed, the picture was full of happiness.

Han Li didn't expect the song to be so good.

He almost couldn't hold back his tears.

Who hasn't had to give up on love due to external influences, and when they recall it later, they are filled with guilt.

Yang Lin has been on the Yanjing Music Radio Station for more than ten years and has listened to countless songs of all kinds.

His level of appreciation is not much worse than those so-called music critics.

The beautiful melody, heartfelt lyrics and Shen Lang's heartfelt singing of "Lonely Sandbar" are enough to touch everyone who has a story.

The Chinese music scene in the 90s and early 2000s.

In this age of the war of the gods, the main way for the public to obtain music is from television, radio programs and music magazines.

In other words, if a song wants to become popular, it first needs to be recognized by radio DJs, TV music programs and editors-in-chief of music magazines before it can have a higher exposure on public platforms.

Just one day.

Shen Lang's "Lonely and Cold Sand Island" has already spread in the Yanjing Radio Building.

It also won unanimous recognition from all the hosts.

And this news was the first to reach Wu Zhoutong's ears.

After all, there is a phone at home.

Han Li told him as soon as he finished work.

"The song is indeed a good one, and the singing is indeed beautiful, the only pity is that I am not the one who suffers from it."

Wu Zhoutong sighed.

He was a little jealous of Shen Lang, who had both a unique vocal condition and outstanding creative ability.

He has been fond of music for so many years, and he has written and revised a song over and over again, but it has not been completed yet.

"and many more!"

Wu Zhoutong suddenly had an idea.

The show seemed to be saved.

And the savior is Shen Lang.

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At night, in a small fly shop outside the urban village.

"Uncle Wang, same as usual, fried rice with an egg."

"Okay, wait a moment."

Shen Lang found an empty table and sat down.

He couldn't light a fire in his basement, so at most he could boil some water to make instant noodles, but that was not good if he ate too much of it.

Most of the time, he eats out.

The prices in the shops and stalls around the urban villages are moderate and affordable.

"Young man, your egg fried rice is ready. Please come and take it down. I'm the only one here tonight and I'm too busy to handle it."

"It's okay, I can do it myself, Uncle Wang, how about you consider hiring me as a handyman to serve you meals and dishes."

"You are kidding me. With your height and looks, as the saying goes, 'A golden fish cannot stay in a pond. Once it encounters wind and clouds, it will turn into a dragon.' Sooner or later, you will leave this shabby place of ours."

This small shop is run by a husband and wife. The husband is the cook and is responsible for cooking, while the wife is the waitress and is responsible for serving.

Although the store is small, it is doing a booming business thanks to its good taste and reputation.

After a while, Shen Lang brought back a serving of steaming egg fried rice.

I've been busy until now and my stomach is growling with hunger. I grabbed a disposable spoon and ate heartily.

Filled my stomach a little.

My thoughts drifted to the song "The Lonely Sandbar is Cold" again.

Has it been spread?

Does anyone like it?

What are the chances of fire?
Shen Lang's head was full of questions.

Unfortunately, there is no computer, no mobile phone, and even no landline, so I can't receive any information at all. The good thing is that there is no need to worry about the quality of the song "Lonely Sandbar Cold".

Let the bullets fly for a while.

"Sand~sand~sand~"

"This is Yanjing Music Radio..."

"Paint a brilliant color in your sky, and play a beautiful song for your world..."

At this time, the radio in the store was tuned to the Yanjing Music Radio Station by a girl in her twenties.

As soon as you see the starchy shell, you can tell it is very old.

But it is the only entertainment equipment in the shop. The elderly use it to listen to the news, and the young people use it to listen to songs.

"Welcome to listen to "China Songs Rankings". Now it's time to recommend new songs."

"The song I want to recommend today is quite special. It was written and sung by one of my colleagues."

"I wonder if everyone has times when they feel 'lonely'? This song teaches us how to face the pain of a broken heart."

Shen Lang's hand paused and the spoon stopped in front of his mouth.

My song!

How did it end up on a prime-time show?
"I've been feeling depressed since you left..."

While I was stunned, I heard the singing.

He sang it on the show last night.

Shen Lang really wanted to figure out what was going on, but now he had no idea.

"'Who should I miss on the lonely sandbar'? The person who wrote this song must have been deeply in love and deeply hurt."

The girl who had just tuned the radio smiled and then said to herself, "It sounds pretty good. The voice is very recognizable and interesting. She's actually a radio host, not a singer."

Shen Lang was sitting at the table with his back to her, and happened to hear these words. The corners of his mouth couldn't help but rise.

This is a purely passerby's evaluation, without any filter, objective and real.

It seems that this thing has been done.

My mood improved.

If I wasn’t full, I would definitely add another egg.

After paying, he whistled and returned to the basement.

“What to do next, that’s the question.”

Shen Lang leaned back in his chair, looking at the flickering light outside the small ventilation window, thinking about what to do next.

And the wheel of history began to turn.

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Wednesday, light rain.

Shen Lang couldn't ride a 28-inch bicycle, so he took the bus to work in the morning.

"Morning, Xiao Shen."

"Morning, Sister Zhao."

"You've become quite famous."

When I arrived at the fifth floor, I ran into editor Zhao Xue.

"Sister Zhao, please stop making fun of me." Shen Lang said with a frown on his face.

"I'm not laughing at you. Just go to Brother Wu's office and you'll find out." Zhao Xue kept him in suspense.

Shen Lang quickly put the umbrella at his workstation, and then came to Wu Zhoutong's office: "Brother Wu, are you looking for me?"

Wu Zhoutong saw that it was him and said with a smile, "Sit down and talk."

Shen Lang sat down opposite him.

Wu Zhoutong looked at him and said straight to the point: "I want to ask, besides "Lonely Sandbar Cold", do you have any other songs?"

Shen Lang said frankly: "There is more."

Wu Zhoutong was delighted and asked, "How many?" As soon as he said this, he felt that it was not a good question, so he added, "Just give me an approximate number."

Shen Lang said honestly: "Two digits."

It was "probably". Wu Zhoutong did not ask further questions. Even the smallest 10 was enough to implement his plan. He immediately changed his expression and sighed: "You also know the difficulties our program is facing now. If we can't make changes, we may have to restart or even stop broadcasting."

How could Shen Lang not understand the meaning behind his words? He immediately said, "Brother Wu, if you need me to do anything, just tell me. I will do my best."

Wu Zhoutong smiled with relief, thinking that it was worth it that he had taken such good care of him for more than a month, and he stopped nagging: "You may not know yet, but your song "Lonely Sandbar is Cold" has become popular. There have been hundreds of calls in the past two days, so I came up with an idea to restore the ratings of our program."

"You will answer the last call of each show, and then sing one of your own songs live. This will give the audience a feeling that 'the song was written for me'. The injection of freshness may make our lifeless show look brand new and revitalize it."

"Of course, it's up to you to decide whether the idea is implemented or not."

(End of this chapter)