Seeing Wei Zhonghua looking at him, Chen Mo thought for a moment and said, "Miss Qingyi said that if the songs I write are half as good as yours, Mr. Wei, she will sign a contract with my company."
"Hahaha, these shouldn't be the girl's original words, right?!"
When Wei Zhonghua heard this, he burst out laughing. He had heard of songs written by Chen Mo, and there were several songs that even he couldn't write in a short time. Old Man Fan had an amazing student!
Therefore, Chen Mo was trying to save face for himself, an old man.
Although Fan Guohua's face was very calm, he was already smiling in his heart. He patted Chen Mo on the shoulder: "Xiao Mo, you already know Mr. Wei. This is Yu Shucheng, the president of our Yanguo Songwriting Association. This old man is Chu Yueshan, the president of the Traditional Musical Instruments Association."
"Hello, President Yu, hello President Chu, I have long admired the names of my two seniors, Chen Mo."
"Xiao Chen, you don't have to be so polite. Learn from Old Man Fan. He will never be polite to us." The more Yu Shucheng looked at Chen Mo, the more satisfied he became. If he hadn't known that the latter already had a child, he would have wanted to introduce him to his granddaughter. Get to know each other.
Chu Yueshan looked at Chen Mo and suddenly said: "Xiao Chen, I wonder if you can play traditional musical instruments? I also listened to the song "Singing Mask" you performed at the Shuchuan Opera Association's year-end performance. I think you can play traditional musical instruments. of."
"Chu Lao Mingjian, I do know a few things, such as the bamboo flute, erhu, qin, and suona."
Fan Guohua was a little surprised now. He remembered very clearly that when he was in school, his student would never know these things. Did he learn it by himself within five years?
Chu Yueshan's eyes lit up when he heard Chen Mo playing the bamboo flute.
He took out a long cloth bag from his bag, and then pulled out a light brown flute: "Xiao Chen, do you want to play a phrase or two live? Old man, I want to hear your accomplishments on the instrument."
"If you don't dare to refuse when invited by an elder, then I will make a fool of myself."
Feeling the teacher's gaze, Chen Mo immediately responded and respectfully took the bamboo flute from Chu Yueshan's hand. After closing his eyes and adjusting himself, he raised the bamboo flute.
Soon, the flute of extreme loneliness and longing began to sound, filling the entire tea room.
Wei Qingyi and Fan Xiaobin were both stunned, their eyes moistened unconsciously, but Chu Yueshan, the president of the Traditional Musical Instrument Association, closed his eyes, obviously intoxicated by the sound of the flute.
However, just when he wanted to continue listening, the flute sound stopped suddenly.
"I'm sorry, President Chu, I haven't finished composing this piece yet, there's only so much left."
"Wait a minute, Xiao Chen, you said you composed this piece of music yourself?" Chu Yueshan was stunned for a moment, and then a look of surprise appeared on his face. Originally, he was still thinking about when this piece of music was written, but he didn't expect it to be. The young man in front of him created it himself, which surprised him so much.
Chen Mo nodded shamelessly: "I did create it myself. I told Luoluo Yatou a story before, and then the melody of this song appeared in my mind, so I recorded it."
"Can storytelling also produce such inspiration? What's the name of this piece?"
"Because it was inspired by a story, it has the same name as the novel. I named it "Desolation"."
""Desolation"? Well, this name is very appropriate. That kind of loneliness, that kind of longing, it seems that people are in the desolation, and there is only one person in the huge world..." Chu Yueshan nodded and kept thinking about the flute sound just now. , with satisfaction in his eyes.
Then, he stared at Chen Mo closely: "Xiao Chen, old man, I have a gracious request. If you finish this piece of music, can you let me listen to it as soon as possible?"
"Of course, no problem. When the time comes, I will need you, President Chu, to point out the shortcomings!"
Chen Mo smiled and nodded in agreement. In fact, "Desolation" has ready-made songs and tunes, but it is not the time to release it yet.
If you want to fully understand the emotions, you have to combine it with the novel "Desolation".
So he had already planned in his mind that he would make "Desolation" into an animation or even a TV series, and then use the song "Desolation" to make it easier for everyone to understand the emotions in it.
A few people chatted in the tea room for a while, and it was already noon before they knew it.
"Okay, Xiaobin has already booked a hotel, let's go have dinner first? Xiao Mo will be busy after lunch!"
"Yo? Old man Fan, it's rare to see an old man like you being generous. Qingyi, let's go. Don't save your grandpa Fan money!" Wei Zhonghua was the first to stand up. Accompanied by Wei Qingyi, he couldn't wait to After walking out of the tea room, I was afraid that I would not be able to give Fan Guohua a good meal!
Fan Xiaobin deliberately hung at the end: "Brother Mo, tell me honestly, have you finished "Desolation"?"
Chen Mo was stunned and looked at the former in surprise: "How do you know this? I have never sung to anyone before this?"
"Hey, I've never seen you only write half of a song...wait, sing it, so you still have lyrics?"
"Well, it is true. The melody of "Desolation" can be played on an instrument alone, or it can be sung together, but it must be combined with the novel "Desolation" so that the best effect can be heard."
Chen Mo thought for a while and simply spoke clearly to avoid this kid thinking about this song all the time.
Fan Xiaobin naturally understood the meaning of the words, so he did not continue to ask further questions, but he was already making up the lyrics in his mind, and wanted to try to see if he could match the melody he just heard.
After lunch, the three seniors, Chen Mo and Wei Zhonghua, exchanged contact information and left first.
When he returned to the National Stadium, he saw that Shen Zhenggang had arrived and seemed to be waiting for him.
"Grandpa, why are you here so early?" Chen Mo hurriedly took three steps to meet him. You must know that there are still six or seven hours before the Spring Festival Gala starts, and the old man's body is not sure whether he can bear it.
Shen Zhenggang smiled very happily, because this time his grandson-in-law was missing another word when he called him.
Then I heard him say: "It's okay, old man, I'm just bored, so I came to see you first, kid. I'm waiting for you to sing that song on the stage!"
When he said this, the old man glanced at the people around him, and the meaning was self-evident.
People who knew Shen Zhenggang's identity couldn't help but smile bitterly: After what happened to the Lin family, who would dare to touch your grandson-in-law? What this kid is protecting is simply crazy!
Chen Mo felt more and more moved in his heart. After all, the old man was Qingrou's grandfather, and then his own grandfather.
No one in the entire Shen family looked down upon his own origin or had any sense of family status. What kind of bad luck did he have to meet such a noble family?
Seeing that his goal was achieved, Shen Zhenggang waved his hand: "Okay, I will go to the lounge to rest for a while, and I will come out when the Spring Festival Gala starts, hahaha!"
"Grandpa, I'll go with you."
Chen Mo quickly walked to the left of the old man, and Xiaohu and Xiaohu accompanied the old man to the lounge.
The other artists who participated in the Spring Festival Gala were left full of envy, especially the male artists. Why didn't they meet such a good woman like Shen Qingrou? !
(To be continued!)
