Chapter 148 Ward Rounds
“I’m just going home to be with my daughter, why do you have to come with me?”
Yuan Wanqing was sitting in the back seat of the nanny’s car, Looking at Luo Fei who was getting into the car on the opposite side, she said with a speechless face: "Why don't you go home to accompany your wife?"
"I haven't seen Zhusheng for a long time, please let me follow you back." Not even a meal?" Luo Fei rolled her eyes, and then muttered, "Besides, isn't there a good show to watch?"
"What did you say?"
"It's nothing." Luo Fei chuckled twice, then changed the subject and said, "You have finished recording your song "Rings of the Year". Your work intensity must have been much less intense recently, right?"
"Out-of-date artist That's it." Yuan Wanqing smiled helplessly, "It just failed to live up to Mr. Ying's expectations."
"This comeback was launched against all odds. Unfortunately, the tide of the times is indeed difficult. Disobedience. "
"I used to have a dream that I would be able to return to my original height after my comeback. Now it seems that it is better to accept the reality that I am an old man as soon as possible. "
"You are somewhat presumptuous." Luo Fei shook her head and said, "It's not that you have become worse, or that today's artists have really improved, but that in the Internet era, the ways and means for a person to become famous have changed logically. .”
"What's more, digital albums are becoming more and more developed now, and piracy is everywhere. Singers have passed the stage where selling albums can make huge sales."
"If you don't have traffic and want to appear in a popular variety show to promote, You have to pay money to get in, the prices of various commercial performances can’t go up, and you can’t find brand endorsements.”
“And works are just a way to get traffic, and it’s not the only one. . ”
“These days, your jokes and humor on variety shows are more useful than singing a good song.”
Yuan Wanqing listened to Luo Fei. Knowing that this was his friend comforting him, he propped up his chin and looked at the street scene outside the window, which made him feel at peace.
At the beginning of the century, she became popular when she first debuted, but she actually only made money for two or three years. Later, she went abroad for treatment. For more than ten years, she was not as wealthy as outsiders imagined.
But even so, the money is definitely enough.
Even if this comeback is not very effective and there is no splash, but usually relying on the company's channel resources to take on some commercial acting work, the reward is far more generous than most people imagine.
She no longer has the mentality of a little girl, and has no grand goal of becoming a famous figure.
Now that her comeback has failed, Yuan Wanqing has gradually accepted the result and plans to put some of her thoughts and focus of life back on Yan Zhusheng.
At least I should come back to spend time with my daughter every weekend from now on.
Otherwise it would not be good for her to stay at home alone all the time.
"Unfortunately, the company has been undergoing transformation in the past few years, and internal resources have been completely tilted towards the film and television industry."
Luo Fei continued to talk, "I helped you invite the singers. The quality can’t really be said to be top-notch, I can only say it’s average.”
“It’s said to be tailor-made, but in fact, the song Ru Meng Pian Ping is pretty good, but it still resonates more with old fans.”
“But the Internet era is still dominated by young people. The proportion of older people who can still surf the Internet is really not high.”
“Okay.” Yuan Wanqing Smiling and waving his hands, "After saying so much, you are actually enlightening me. I am not as fragile as you think."
"I just don't want you to be completely depressed." Luo Fei sighed, "These days, Sometimes opportunities just come, and you have to be ready to catch them at any time."
"It's not as easy as you said." Yuan Wanqing shook her head and said, "Anyway, you still have to live your life. What do you want for dinner? I’ll ask the cooking aunt to prepare it in advance.”
"What?"
"It's nothing." Luo Fei suppressed a smile, "I can eat whatever I want, just look at the arrangement."
Yuan Wanqing took out her mobile phone and called the cooking aunt Made a phone call.
After the connection, she said a few words briefly, and the other person said:
"Your daughter called me today and said that she didn't need to go over to cook today. Look, This..."
"Huh?" Yuan Wanqing was stunned for a moment, "Did she say anything about the reason?"
"I didn't ask," said the cooking aunt. This situation has been going on for a long time. In the past two months, I am often not asked to go to the meal on Saturday night. I am only asked to do it at noon on Sunday."
"That's it." Yuan Wanqing was silent. For a moment, I didn't know what I was thinking, and finally nodded and said, "I understand, I'll ask Zhu Sheng about the situation first."
After hanging up the phone, Yuan Wanqing looked at the other side and covered her mouth and snickered. Luo Fei suddenly showed a suspicious expression: "You guys, do you know anything?"
"I only know a little bit."
"Then you can tell me."
"Isn't it going to be at your house soon? You can see for yourself."
Seeing her say this, Yuan Wanqing also fell into deep thought, and then she had some thoughts guess.
When the nanny car drove into the community and parked in the garage, Yuan Wanqing and Luo Fei got out of the car and walked towards home.
As the elevator went up, Yuan Wanqing took out her house key, opened the door and asked Luo Fei to come in, and then glanced at the floor of the entrance hall.
In addition to Yan Zhusheng's shoes, there is also a pair of larger-sized sneakers that look like they belong to a boy. "It's Li Luo, right?" Yuan Wanqing glanced at Luo Fei, curled her lips and said, "I don't know what you are excited about."
"You guessed it right now?" Luo Fei He was stunned for a moment, "Why do I feel that you are quite familiar?"
"We met at the parent-teacher conference and even had dinner together." Yuan Wanqing said simply, "But you, how did you know in advance that he would come here? "
"I received an email from him two days ago. It was Zhusheng asking me to help with two arrangements." Luo Fei spread her hands and said, "I guessed that it was for recording songs on the weekend. Li Luo will come over.”
Yuan Wanqing rolled her eyes and finally understood why this guy had to come over today to have a meal.
But she was also a little curious: "Why does Li Luo have a new song?"
"Never underestimate the brains of young people." Luo Fei sighed, "The difficulty of pop songs It’s not that big, but I think it’s pretty good, and some of the melodies are catchy.”
“Let’s go listen to it,” Yuan Wanqing said, already putting on her slippers and heading towards the second floor. Walk to the recording studio.
Luo Fei hurriedly followed, her face full of interest, as if she was watching the fun and not taking it too seriously.
The two of them arrived at the door of the recording studio on the second floor.
The recording studio at Yuan Wanqing's home is made of special sound insulation materials.
But that doesn’t mean that you can’t hear any sound.
At least after walking to the door, you can still hear the movement inside.
It’s just that there was no song recording inside at this time, but instead, the voices of two people could be vaguely heard.
Originally, Yuan Wanqing wanted to knock on the door directly, but the next second, her hand stopped.
"Li Luo, please be gentle here."
"You just say that, I can't understand it."
"Just...I'll teach you."
Then a burst of singing came from inside.
"It's right here. Listen carefully. The wording here can be softer. It has an ethereal feeling. You are biting too hard."
After hearing this, Yuan Wanqing's expression softened. Came down, raised his hand and knocked on the door.
The recording studio suddenly became quiet.
Soon, after a burst of footsteps, Yan Zhusheng opened the door from the inside.
When she saw her mother and Luo Fei, her face was suddenly startled: "Why are you here?"
"I have nothing to do on the weekend, so I came back to see you." Yuan Wanqing glanced at Li Luo inside, and then asked, "I didn't bother you, did I?"
Yan Zhusheng blinked, then shook his head and got out of the way. After that, Yuan Wanqing and Luo Fei were let in.
"Long time no see, Zhusheng." Luo Fei walked in happily, hugged Yan Zhusheng, and rubbed and squeezed her face with both hands, "Come on, smile, you Look how beautiful you look when you smile."
"Aunt Luo Fei, we still need to record a song," Yan Zhusheng said expressionlessly, letting Luo Fei play with her face.
"Alas..." Luo Fei sighed and let go of her hand, "I was still cute when I was a child, but it's boring when I grow up."
After finishing speaking, Luo Fei turned to look at Li Luo, He smiled and said, "Are you Li Luo? I've heard about you for a long time, and I finally met you this time."
"Hello, aunt." Li Luo greeted politely, "A few of the previous songs Thank you for your help in arranging the song."
"Just thank Zhu Sheng. I grew up watching her, and arranging the song is just a small matter."
"So. There are guests at home, why don't you let the cooking aunt come to the house?" Yuan Wanqing asked, "Don't you plan to eat at home?"
"Auntie has misunderstood," Li Luo explained. We bought some food and planned to cook a meal after recording the song, as a way to thank her for helping me record the song.”
"You can also cook?" Luo Fei was surprised.
“And it’s delicious.” Yan Zhusheng said seriously, “It’s better than what the cooking aunt makes.”
“Then I have to try it.” Luo Fei said with a smile, "Li Luo, you don't mind, right?"
"Of course." Li Luo smiled, "As long as the two aunts don't mind it."
"Don't be in a hurry about dinner." Yuan Wanqing's His eyes fell on the microphone in the recording studio and the lyrics next to it, "How about you let me listen to your new song first?"
Li Luo nodded.
So Yan Zhusheng took off the headset next to him and put it on Li Luo again.
Yuan Wanqing looked at this scene and her eyes moved slightly.
(End of this chapter)