1982 Started from Hong Kong

Chapter 102 Autistic Peng Jiayan
"Secretly Obsessed" is written for users of Secret Garden, making them feel like they are the infatuated sword of love.

"Self-conceited" is written for prostitutes who answer the phone, giving them a disguise of young and sweet girls.

"Love mad, turn back because I am afraid, if I tame you with love like a puppy wagging its tail, you will still cry bitterly in the end, and I dare not say love~"

Tsk tsk, as soon as these lyrics came out, the prostitutes who answered the phone immediately showed their conflicted feelings of being afraid that their own sentimentality would make them unnecessary to the other party.

It is definitely the type of green tea that men like the most.

The two songs complement each other, one bright and one dark, and clearly play the emotional card of Secret Garden.

If later generations want to follow suit, you have to at least come up with two songs of the same standard and erase the audience’s preconceived ideas.

What’s more, Zhai Yuan has not yet started producing the MV and started a new round of marketing on TV.

"What do you think, Professor Du?"

After finishing singing a song with a clip sound, Zhai Yuan cleared his throat and felt sick of singing himself.

He glared at the blushing Peng Jiayan, meaning, "Fuck you for laughing!"

"It is indeed a song more suitable for girls to sing. The style is very different from the first song."

Du Qinlan put away her smile, hesitated for a moment, and looked at Zhai Yuan with a scrutinizing look in her eyes: "Are these two songs really your original creations?"

Zhai Yuan nodded vigorously without blushing or beating his heart when he heard this.

"That's right!"

If I remember correctly, these two songs only appeared after the 1990s, which is ten years away from now. It's impossible that the original authors would suddenly appear.

This is Mr. Zhai’s first theft, and he will be held accountable if he steals again!

Du Qinlan found it very strange that a young man who had never studied music theory could create two pieces of music with completely different styles.

How could she know that Mr. Zhai's former nickname was China's Little Music Library. Back then in KTV, others would say "Brother, stop touching me and sing a song," but he would say "Brother, stop singing and touch me for a while."

I can come up with a lot of songs of different styles. How about "King of Love Songs" for you?
"Re-record it and give it to me. I'll think about how to help you with the accompaniment and try out the style of you young people."

Du Qinlan pondered for a moment, raised her head and said with a smile: "You are so talented, have you ever thought about learning music theory systematically? If you can't do it well, you will be the second Xu Guanjie."

Xu Guanjie is known as the "founder" of Cantonese pop songs and is a recognized singing god in the Hong Kong music scene.

Hearing Du Qinlan's high evaluation of Zhai Yuan, Peng Jiayan almost couldn't help but say "I'm sorry?"

Is he really a genius?

"Zhai Yuan."

Peng Jiayan nudged Zhai Yuan's thigh with her knee and winked at him.

The meaning is obvious: what are you still hesitating about? Come on, kowtow and become my disciple!
"Thank you, Professor Du."

Zhai Yuan was very touched that the old lady thought highly of him, but he still shook his head and declined: "But I am still running around for a few taels of silver, and I can't concentrate on studying for the time being. Maybe I have to wait until I have a small business in the future and settle my family before I can do what I want to do."

Fake! When Peng Jiayan heard this familiar tone, she knew he was talking nonsense again.

But Du Qinlan was fooled when they met for the first time.

When the old lady heard that the child was not only talented but also a handsome young man who could take care of his family, there was more admiration in her eyes.

"A few ounces of silver. That's an interesting way of saying it. No wonder he can write his own lyrics at such a young age."

This is what it means to love someone and love everything about him/her. If you have a tendency towards someone, the other person will think whatever you say is good.

Professor Du then encouraged Zhai Yuan with a few more words, simply hoping that he would achieve success in his career soon and not waste his talent in music.

Then he gave Zhai Yuan a phone number and asked him to contact him after recording the tape.

"Don't limit yourself to Cantonese pop songs. Many pop songs now use foreign tunes and are not systematic. In fact, you should learn more about our country's own classical music and instruments. This will be more helpful for your future creations."

Before leaving, Du Qinlan couldn't help but say a few more words to Zhai Yuan.

She is a professor who studies Chinese instrumental music and music history. However, in recent years, she has clearly felt that Mandarin and other dialect songs are gradually declining in Hong Kong.

On the surface, it is a market choice, but in fact there are other reasons that are difficult to explain. In short, this is not a good sign.

Zhai Yuan understood the old lady's concerns very well. "Professor Du, I actually have some accomplishments in Mandarin music, especially in a classical instrument."

"Oh? What instrument can you play?"

"Suona!"

……

Zhai Yuan was not bragging. His suona skills were based on the skills he developed when he was in an orphanage.

At that time, the welfare home’s child-rearing model was not perfect and no funds were allocated, so the director had to recruit the children himself and let them learn some skills and go out to perform to earn money.

Zhai Yuan learned suona and Errenzhuan.

"I haven't practiced for so many years, and I've almost forgotten it."

After seeing Professor Du Qinlan off, Zhai Yuan couldn't help but sigh.

But I have no plans to pick up this craft again.

Entering a house to call people, entering a temple to worship gods, the two arts of suona and errenzhuan are still too elegant and inappropriate for Hong Kong people.

I would like to have the opportunity to collaborate with James Wong. It seems that my suona was included in the soundtrack of "A Chinese Ghost Story".

Zhai Yuan was lost in thought.

Peng Jiayan's mind was no longer on the script.

After quickly flipping through the last few pages, she looked up at Zhai Yuan with a very complicated look in her eyes.

"you……"

"You don't have to worship me. In fact, God is also a human being. He just did things that humans can't do, so he became a god."

As soon as Peng Jiayan opened her mouth, she was interrupted by Zhai Yuan's deep voice.

She opened her mouth, but no words came out. Finally, she sighed in confusion.

Doing business, making movies, making music...is this what eighteen-year-olds do?

What was I doing when I was 18? I was going to shut myself in!

Peng Jiayan has always thought that she is pretty good, but today she was really hit hard by Zhai Yuan and fell into self-doubt.

“I’ll go back to writing the script.”

She said this in a muffled voice and stood up to leave.

I originally wanted to find some faults in the script, but now I don't feel like doing that.

Go back and ask a few teachers for help, and then confront him after you find out the problem!

Peng Jiayan left with a long sigh.

Zhai Yuan felt a little ashamed.

It seems that her performance was indeed quite good, especially with Professor Du as her supporting role. What do you think this proud girl of heaven will think?
"I forgot to tell her about filming the music video."

After Peng Jiayan left, Zhai Yuan took a sip of cold coffee and suddenly remembered something important.

Forget it, let’s talk about it next time we meet. Don’t go too far in attacking people.

……

A luxury house in Mid-Levels, Central.

Xue Wan'en was working at her desk in the study when the phone on the table suddenly rang.

After answering the phone and hearing the familiar voice on the other end, a smile broke out on her cold face.

"Hello, Teacher Du. I've been too busy with work at the company lately and haven't been back to visit you at school. Are you calling me to blame me?"

(End of this chapter)