Rebirth of Chinese Entertainment, the Diary of a 95 Flower

I called out twice but got no response.

Liu Haochun was staring intently at the piano.

Chen Jing'an deliberately raised his voice and called out with a hint of solemnity, "Teacher Hao Chun."

"Ah, me?" Liu Haochun came to her senses, her body stiffened instinctively, and her fingers gripped the hem of her skirt.

The echo of my own singing still lingered in my ears.

Every note and every lyric in this song is not hers.

The song was written by Jiang Yang.

The piece was played for her by Jiang Yang at the piano just now.

“Yes, Haochun.” Chen Jingan nodded with a smile.

"I... just call me by my name. I don't deserve to be called 'teacher'." Liu Haochun's voice trembled slightly.

On set, the staff called her "teacher," and she had gotten used to it.

Because she is a character actress.

That's what everyone calls it.

But now, the person who calls her teacher is Chen Jing'an, a well-known musician in the industry.

I know absolutely nothing about music, so being called that all of a sudden is really hard to get used to.

Whether it was because she sang well or because of Jiang Yang, Liu Haochun knew very well.

He subconsciously looked towards Jiang Yang.

But then they saw Jiang Yang answer a phone call and walk outside.

"Chaoyue, it seems like there's no chance for us," Bailu whispered to Yang Chaoyue.

"What?"

“People call Haochun ‘teacher,’ but they call us by our names.”

"Nonsense, they remember my name but not yours. I just saw it all, Bai Lu, they didn't even remember your name."

Bai Lu pursed her lips.

I wanted to refute it, but then I realized that what Yang Chaoyue said was true.

Inability to vomit.

We can only wait and see how Hao Chun performs, since Xi Wei has no intention of singing at all. She'd rather move a stool next to Jiang Yang and play the piano with him.

"Haochun, be more confident. Today is your birthday, and you sing really well," Chen Jing'an praised.

Liu Haochun's voice isn't top-notch, but he sang this song with great emotion, bringing out the delicate nuances of the melody.

Wang Jianqiang couldn't wait any longer: "You're too slow, Lao Chen."

He had no interest in being polite with Chen Jing'an.

If we keep talking like this, who knows how long we'll have to wait to find out the origin of this song.

Liu Haochun sings well, but upon closer inspection, there are many unprofessional aspects.

The breath control wasn't consistently steady, and the transitions in the notes were also stiff.

Even if you sing like a professional singer, so what? There are plenty of people in the industry who can sing, it's not surprising at all.

What's truly rare are people who can create.

What the market lacks now is good music and original singers who can stand out.

The melody and lyrics of this song are clearly not the typical pop songs on the market; there must be a talented creator behind it.

Is it a song that's already on the market, or a newly created song?

If it is a newly created work.

More than Liu Haochun himself, he was concerned about who wrote the song and whether he could obtain the copyright.

Wang Jianqiang stopped beating around the bush and looked directly at Liu Haochun, his tone urgent and demanding: "Haochun, what's the name of this song?"

What is your name?
Liu Haochun was taken aback by the question.

Actually, she had already announced the song title when she first started singing.

She subconsciously glanced around the private room.

Yang Chaoyue and Bai Lu were looking in her direction.

Tian Xiwei stopped recording videos and didn't disturb him.

Through the glass window, Liu Haochun could see Jiang Yang outside, which made him feel a little more at ease.

Her gaze first fell on Chen Jing'an and Wang Jianqiang.

It then swiftly passed over Ah Zhe, who was hunched over his computer.

A complex feeling welled up inside me.

At that time, she had just started to sing, and these well-known musicians in Hengdian were gathered together talking about arrangement and copyright, their faces beaming with excitement, and they didn't even glance in her direction.

Even when Jiang Yang lifted the piano lid and his fingertips played the first note, they didn't pay any attention.

When exactly did I start to notice her?

Is it the trills in the chorus, or when Jiang Yang played that amazing interlude?
Liu Haochun couldn't explain it.

I just felt uneasy.

I was acutely aware that I might actually have caught the attention of these professionals.

When Jiang Yang handed her this song and then offered to accompany her in the private room, he was clearly giving all of them a chance.

Yang Chaoyue sang off-key.

Bai Lu didn't satisfy them either. Tian Xiwei didn't even bother to compete.

This last opportunity, of all things, fell to her.

Liu Haochun took a deep breath, her fingertips unconsciously clenching the hem of her skirt. Her voice trembled slightly, yet it carried with exceptional clarity throughout the quiet private room:
"The song is called 'Clouds That Bloom'."

Hear the words.

Chen Jing'an almost reflexively pulled out his phone, his fingers flying across the screen to unlock it and open the music app.

First, I opened NetEase Cloud Music and typed "clouds that bloom" into the search box.

Switch between the three options: album, artist, and lyrics.

The screen was filled with irrelevant light music and old songs.

He then opened QQ Music, Kugou, and even the niche Xiami Music, browsing through the songs, expanding his search from song titles to "The Cloud That Blooms, Lyrics" and "The Cloud That Blooms, Original Song".

I flipped through more than a dozen pages, but still found nothing.

His eyes grew brighter and brighter.

I really want to find it, but I'm also afraid that I actually will.

Then I opened Baidu and entered the song title in quotes for a precise search.

Finally, they even dug up music groups on Baidu Tieba and Douban.

Not to mention the complete song, not even a single related lyric or a vague fragment of its creation could be found.

On the other hand, Ah Zhe's movements were more professional than Chen Jing'an's.

The equipment he brought was specifically for recording inspiration and collecting materials at any time.

It is a thin and light portable laptop, connected to a professional external sound card and a directional recording pen.

Just now, when Jiang Yang was playing the piano and Liu Haochun was singing, he quietly pressed the record button based on his professional instincts, and even opened the audio analysis software.

He didn't need to switch platforms at all; he simply opened three windows on his computer.

One method is the official copyright registration and search system of the China Music Copyright Association. By entering the song title and keywords, it was found that there is no copyright for this song!

Another is an original music library commonly used in the industry, which contains many unreleased demos and sample tracks. He used software to extract the main melody fragment from the recording he had just heard and compared the melody similarity, which showed that there were no similar fragments.

The last window was the backend of the internal music libraries of the two record companies. I asked an acquaintance for temporary access, but I still couldn't find a trace of "The Cloud That Blooms".

As Ah Zhe operated the device, he would occasionally put on his monitoring headphones and listen to the recordings he had just made. His brows gradually relaxed, and a hint of excitement flashed in his eyes.

He could tell from the recording that Jiang Yang's piano playing skills were incredibly solid, and his chord arrangements were novel and delicate, completely unlike the formulaic works on the market.

Although Liu Haochun's singing was still a bit unsteady in terms of breath control and his transitions were somewhat stiff, falling short of professional singers, his sincerity in emotion perfectly matched the gentle tone of the song.

This further confirms that the song is most likely an original work tailored to a specific audience and has not yet undergone professional polishing and promotion.

"Old Chen, did you find it?" Wang Jianqiang chatted casually with Liu Haochun for a few minutes.

It was nothing more than a discussion about Liu Haochun's singing skills.

There were praises and suggestions.

Liu Haochun listened attentively, but he also knew that Wang Jianqiang was giving Chen Jingan and A Zhe time to search.

After they had talked for a while, Wang Jianqiang continued, "A-Zhe, what about your end?"

"I couldn't find anything." Chen Jing'an put away his phone. "I've searched all the major music platforms and search engines, but there's really not a trace of it."

Ah Zhe also stopped what he was doing and nodded: "There are no works with similar melodies."

Ah Zhe knew very well that singing was not his forte.

Rather, it's about the arrangement, the operation of music equipment, and his age, representing the preferences of young people.

Done.

Ah Zhe turned his laptop screen towards everyone, pointing to the blank search results report.

The three exchanged a glance, and each saw certainty in the other's eyes.

This is definitely an original song that has never been publicly released before!

The air in the private room became even more stagnant.

All eyes involuntarily fell back on Liu Haochun, filled with curiosity and amazement.

Liu Haochun felt uncomfortable under their gaze, his cheeks burning, but his heart was pounding like a fluttering sparrow, a mixture of panic and secret delight.

What's alarming is that she's just an actress who isn't a professional singer, yet she's surrounded by a group of musicians demanding an original song that isn't hers.

To her delight, she knew that the true owner of the song was outside.

And this dazzling glory is now quietly blossoming through her performance.

"Haochun, is this song yours?" Wang Jianqiang suddenly asked.

"Yes," Liu Haochun answered subconsciously, because when Jiang Yang gave her the sheet music for this song, he said that the song was for her.

After she finished speaking, she hesitated.

I regret speaking so quickly.

Looking down at the phone screen.

The above is a photo of the sheet music given to me by Jiang Yang.

In the photo, the paper covered with musical notes is written in neat handwriting, with even the breathing marks clearly marked.

I want to say it directly: this song belongs to her.

Because Jiang Yang allowed her to say that, saying it would allow her to go further in life, Jiang Yang was truly willing to give her any opportunity.

That's precisely the case.

The heavier the burden on Liu Haochun's heart, the more serious she became. She said solemnly, "It's for me to sing, but the person who wrote this song is Jiang Yang." (End of Chapter)