Middle age: leisurely life in the entertainment industry - Chapter 576

c576 I want to look back and tell the story from the beginning “The Year of Innocence”

After the Yanjing concert, Yu Dongqing and the others rested for a few days and went straight to their next stop, Qingdao, then Shanghai, and then Hangzhou.

It was early November when we arrived in Hangzhou.

This time they took the high-speed train to Hangzhou. As soon as they left the station in the morning, Yu Dongqing saw Yang Yixin standing in the square with a smile on his face.

He came specifically to pick him up from the station.

Yu Dongqing waved to him first and said hello, and then said to Yang Liu beside him: “Don’t worry about our arrangements today. We want to get together with old friends.”

Yu Dongqing had already told Yang Liu about this before setting off from Shanghai, so Yang Liu was not surprised. He just told him to contact him in time if anything happened, and took a group of staff members to take a minibus provided by the local organizer and left, leaving them behind. Four people.

Zhang Yang had already walked up to Yang Yixin with a smile and patted him on the shoulder:

“You guy, you don’t look very old.”

Yang Yixin knew Zhang Yang earlier, and Zhang Yang introduced Yu Dongqing to him, so they talked very casually.

Yang Yixin smiled and said: “I have said before that Jiangnan supports people, and Hangzhou supports people even more. Who told you not to come and play?”

“Don’t worry, after I finish singing, I will be ready to live in Hangzhou permanently, travel around, drink tea and talk about Zen!”

“That’s good to be in love.”

The two joked for a while, and Zhang Yang quickly introduced Liu Yimin and Du Hui to Yang Yixin.

“I have often heard your names, and today I finally met them.” After speaking, he looked at Du Hui.

“Professor Du, I heard that you like to drink Pu’er. I have prepared Pu’er tea from Jingmai Mountain for you to taste.”

When Du Hui heard this, he laughed and said, “Then I’d rather be respectful than obey your orders. I’m going to drink till I get drunk today.”

“Look at you, Du Hui, others don’t get drunk even after drinking, but you are drunk on tea,” Zhang Yang immediately teased.

“You are wrong, as the ancients said: A thousand cups of wine are not the best friend, but an empty cup of tea is intoxicating.” Even empty tea is intoxicating, let alone the Pu’er prepared by Boss Yang? ”

Everyone laughed after hearing this.

Yang Yixin shook hands with Liu Yimin again: “Boss Liu, what I have prepared for you is Biluochun from Dongshan Town.”

Unexpectedly, Liu Yimin smiled honestly: “Boss Yang, don’t listen to Zhang Yang’s nonsense. I’m not as particular about tea as they are, as long as it’s tea.”

“Haha, then drink Biluochun!”

The five people chatted and laughed, and finally got into a commercial vehicle driven by Yang Yixin and drove towards Hupao Spring.

Naturally, we have to pass by West Lake.

Yu Dongqing looked out the window and saw that the West Lake in late autumn had a different flavor compared to spring. The yellow leaves of the sycamore trees on Beishan Road, the West Lake seemed quieter with fewer people, and the sunshine became extraordinarily warm.

When we arrived at Yang Yixin’s Cunpu Village Tea House by Hupao Spring, Yang Yixin’s daughter Yang Mei and her husband were already waiting at the tea house.

“Uncle Yu, you finally came to Hangzhou to hold a concert.” Yang Mei said.

yes

Apart from Yanjing where he currently lives and Huayin, his hometown, Hangzhou is where Yu Dongqing comes most often.

The West Lake Music Festival is held every year in Hangzhou. Except for Yu Dongqing’s chance a few years ago, when the famous British female singer Susan arrived, she tried every possible means to find him to reminisce about the past, and finally sang a song at the music festival temporarily. The future has been sung here.

Let alone a concert.

Now hearing Yang Mei say this, Yu Dongqing smiled and said: “Okay, let’s sing well this time.”

“My father and I will both listen and sing the song “Beautiful West Lake in March!””

“Don’t worry, I will still sing the song “It’s better to have tea”.”

After listening to Yu Dongqing’s words, everyone laughed.

This song comes from a time when Yu Dongqing came to Hangzhou to drink Mingqian tea a few years ago. As a result, she was “cut off” by Yang Mei and invited to her teahouse in the city to taste tea.

In the end, Yu Dongqing wrote the song “It’s Better to Have Tea” and also wrote the copy for the first time. The song spread, and Yangmei’s teahouse became an Internet celebrity check-in point in the city, and the business became better and better.

The purpose of coming to the tea house is to taste tea. A few people entered a tea room and sat down. Yang Mei started to get busy.

Longjing, Pu’er and Biluochun each have their own fragrance.

Yu Dongqing picked up the tea cup and took a sip.

The tea has a rich and long-lasting aroma and a sweet taste. It is indeed the best Mingqian spring tea.

I have to admit that the feeling of soaking in the water of Hupao Spring is different.

After tasting tea, chatting, and strolling around the West Lake, Yang Yixin entertained Yu Dongqing and four others in the evening, and finally sent them back to the Four Seasons Hotel.

Although Yu Dongqing can definitely go back to live in the property he owns in Hangzhou, there is no need to do this special thing.

At 7:30 p.m. the next day, the tour of Qingmanglu Band and Hangzhou Station officially started at the Hangzhou Olympic Sports Center Stadium on the bank of the Qiantang River.

Although it was a bit cold at night in Hangzhou in early November, the stadium, which can accommodate 80,000 people, was still full.

Yang Yixin, his daughter Yang Mei and his son-in-law were sitting in the VIP seats. This was a gift ticket given by Yu Dongqing, thanking Hangzhou for taking care of him over the years.

Yang Yixin is a person who likes purity. He rarely comes to such lively places, and he was a little uncomfortable at first.

“It’s too noisy to listen to the song. Can’t you listen quietly? Why do you have to sing along? It’s like singing karaoke.” Looking at the enthusiastic fans around him, Yang Yixin couldn’t help but shake his head.

“Dad, you are so old-fashioned!” The daughter scolded him and handed him a light stick: “This is called interaction, expressing one’s feelings! If Uncle Yu and the others look at the silence below, they will not be interested! Dad, come on. , shake it up!”

At this time, Yu Dongqing was singing the song “Only Ordinary” on the stage.

Maybe one day I will go far

Maybe we can meet again

Whether in the crowd or on the horizon

Let me see your face clearly again

Yang Yixin couldn’t help but shake the light stick and hum along gently.

Let tears fill my eyes

Although speechless and tears streaming down my face

Don’t want the aura of God

As long as you are ordinary.

Slowly, the concert gradually reached its climax, and the concert suddenly became quiet. As usual, the Qingmanglu Band will sing a new song at the concert.

There was no drums or bass, just a guitar singing in a simple voice:

before the story begins

those first springs

The sun shines on the poplar trees and the wind blows them with silver light

The streets are calm and warm

The clock moves so slowly

That was an era when I didn’t know the taste of life yet

“The Year of Innocence” by Pu Shu.

Yu Dongqing really wanted to sing a song about Hackberry.

“Those Flowers”, “Ordinary Road”, “Born Like Summer Flowers”, “Birch Forest”. There are many good songs.

But in the end, Yu Dongqing chose the song “Year of Innocence” written in 2017, which was included in Pu Shu’s “Orion” album.

On this early winter night, not far away are the sound of the tide of the Qiantang River and the tranquility of the West Lake.

Singing this song, Yu Dongqing felt very calm. He raised his head and saw the stars in the sky. He suddenly thought of a line from the movie “The Silence of the Lambs” in that time and space:

“I have a window now. Orion is on the horizon now, with Jupiter nearby, and there will never be a brighter moment before the year 2000. (I’m not going to tell you what time it is, then How high are the stars.) But I wish you could see it too. The stars we see are the same. Clarice.”

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