Chinese entertainment, from radio love songs to superstars

Chapter 6: A big event
After listening to what Wu Zhoutong said, Shen Lang almost laughed out loud.

He couldn't ask for it.

I'm worried about not having a platform to showcase my work.

“What if my songs don’t suit the audience’s needs?”

He didn't agree in a hurry, but stacked up the buffs first so that if something went wrong he wouldn't be the only one to bear the blame.

Wu Zhoutong held his chin, thought for a moment and said, "How about this, I'll answer the phone, and if there's a song that matches the needs of the audience, you can sing it again. If none of them match, just play the original CD."

At this time, Shen Lang couldn't refuse anymore, so he nodded and said, "Okay."

Wu Zhoutong smiled and said, "With your help, I believe our program will be able to survive this crisis."

As soon as the working hours arrived, he went to tell the director Yang Lin about this idea.

Yang Lin also chose to give him another chance. The hot phone calls in the past two days showed him a glimmer of hope.

The next step is writing and planning, which will be handled by Zhao Xue.

Shen Lang took out six songs. Wu Zhoutong wanted to practice playing the keyboard to cooperate with him, so the guitar accompaniment was a bit monotonous.

"You wrote all of this?"

"Ah."

"You wrote the lyrics, composed the music, and arranged the whole thing?"

"Ah."

"Oh my god, you really chose the wrong major. If you had chosen music, you would have debuted as a singer a long time ago."

"Every mistake has its blessings. If I had studied music, maybe these songs wouldn't have appeared."

……

Wu Zhoutong looked at Shen Lang and had a strong feeling in his heart that he would definitely shine in the Chinese music scene.

He has all the abilities a singer needs, including looks, voice, singing skills, and composition, and they are all top-notch.

Thinking of this, Wu Zhoutong's original worry instantly disappeared.

Shen Lang's rise is very likely to replace him.

Because now it seems that this is not Shen Lang's destination.

In this way, Shen Lang's rise will even help him gain a foothold here.

When everything was clear, Wu Zhoutong looked at Shen Lang with only admiration and love in his eyes.

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Time flies, and it's the weekend again.

In recent days, more and more listeners have requested Shen Lang's song "Lonely Sand Island is Cold".

Because of the fermentation, the song has already spread beyond Yanjing.

You should know that since the beginning of the year, Yanjing Music Radio has taken the lead in establishing a national satellite music broadcasting cooperation network to promote original Chinese music, realizing simultaneous satellite live broadcasts in 22 provinces and cities across the country every day, covering 4 million listeners across the country.

And in such a high heat.

Whether it is Wu Zhoutong, Yang Lin, or everyone at the radio station, they are all looking forward to the new episode of "Midnight Music Talk".

It's twelve o'clock in the morning.

Wu Zhoutong was very nervous, even more nervous than the first time he sat here, because success or failure depended on this one move.

Success, "Midnight Music Talk" opens a new chapter.

Failure, and "Midnight Music Talk" came to an end.

Familiar opening line...

The usual process...

The first call was answered quickly.

"Hello, I'm the host Wu Zhoutong. Thank you for listening to our program. Is there anything I can help you with?"

After Wu Zhoutong got into the state, the tension was relieved.

"I……"

The voice on the other end of the phone was a little weak and tearful, and it sounded like it was a girl.

"Hey, what happened to you? Can you tell me?" Wu Zhoutong asked.

"I feel like my life is so meaningless. My parents hate me, and the only guy who liked me went to heaven last month...Isn't the 10th floor a little too low? Will I not die if I jump down?" came the girl's desperate voice.

"Don't cry, girl. There are no obstacles in life that cannot be overcome. Everything will slowly get better. Where are you? I'll ask the police to find you, okay?" Wu Zhoutong was so anxious that he was sweating. "I want to play his favorite song, "The Days We Spent Together," and I'll go find him after listening to it." The girl didn't answer the question.

Wu Zhoutong realized the seriousness of the situation and knew he had to report it to his superiors and call the police. He then looked at Shen Lang beside him and said with his mouth: You come, you must hold her back, I will find a way.

Shen Lang nodded vigorously, changed to the host position, and said: "Girl, he must be very good."

Because every time she mentioned "him", the girl's tone softened.

Shen Lang intended to use this as a starting point to calm her emotions.

The girl said slowly: "Although he is not particularly handsome, he is considerate and caring to me."

"Once I had a bad cold and was alone in my rental house. He came to see me with flowers he had picked on the roadside in one hand and a specially prepared lunch box in the other. He was afraid that I would not be able to eat Tianjin cuisine, so he went to a Sichuan restaurant and picked out some of my favorite dishes."

"He was the most wonderful, funny, touching angel in the world."

If you are not used to Tianjin cuisine, then you can focus on Tianjin as the place to go, but you still have to narrow down the scope.

Shen Lang felt that he couldn't ask directly, as it might irritate the girl, so he said, "I think that such a good man would not want you to commit suicide, but to live well, right?"

The girl was silent.

Shen Lang, Zhao Xue and Zhang Zhong's hearts suddenly tightened.

After waiting for seven or eight seconds, the girl yelled, "No, I want to go and accompany him!"

Shen Lang was a little helpless, and Wu Zhoutong had not come back yet, so he could only say: "Girl, don't you want to listen to music?"

The girl calmed down and said calmly, "Let it go."

Naturally, Shen Lang would not play "The Days We Spent Together" as she wished, as this would only intensify her thoughts of suicide.

His experience as a music teacher in his previous life told him that music is a good medicine that can heal the wounds in the heart.

But you have to choose the right song.

After a brief thought, Shen Lang picked up the guitar, plucked the strings, and beautiful notes flew out.

Where will the fallen leaves go with the wind?
Only leave the sky beautiful

The figure that once danced
Like angel wings
Crossing my happy past..."

When the girl heard that it was not "The Days We Spent Together", she was about to hang up the phone.

However, the word "angel" in the lyrics made her hesitate.

Shen Lang's warm voice seemed to turn into a warm current, penetrating into her ears and into her heart.

Zhao Xue and Zhang Zhong outside the broadcasting room were sweating in their palms and were extremely nervous.

Everyone thought Shen Lang was too bold.

If you don't follow the girl's wishes at this time and end up annoying her, the consequences will be disastrous.

Fortunately, the phone was not hung up.

You can also hear the girl's breathing.

"Where love has been
Still retains the fragrance of yesterday

That familiar warmth
Like angel wings
Passing through my boundless heart..."

Hearing this, the girl's heart trembled slightly.

Every place where her and his love had ever been appeared before his eyes one by one.

Whether it is a bustling city.

Still a peaceful countryside.

They held hands, happy, sweet and happy.

Everything, as if it happened yesterday, crossed the girl's heart again.

But he left.

All the beauty is like withered flowers, drifting away with the wind.

I'm leaving too.

With what he has given me, let everything return to peace.

On the other hand, Shen Lang knew that the next part was the most important one, and whether he could impress the girl depended on this.

He suppressed his voice and emotion a little.

Just to make the climax of the chorus more intense!
Give me a free recommendation ticket, muah.

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(End of this chapter)