"But..." Liu Qingfeng was about to say something.
Li Yuliang interrupted him again, "Old Liu, you know my temper. If you're looking for help, you've come to the wrong person."
His tone was firm, refusing any further discussion.
"Can you stop interrupting me and let me finish?" Liu Qingfeng couldn't hold back any longer.
He's an old friend?
And he refused to help so quickly?
This time, Li Yuliang couldn't interrupt anymore. He nodded at Liu Qingfeng, signaling him to speak.
"Ting Yu needs a singer who can sing opera for a song. I think you're very suitable..."
"Who? Ting Yu?"
Li Yuliang exclaimed suddenly.
Liu Qingfeng's mouth opened, and he cursed inwardly.
Ahhh!
Can't you let me finish a sentence for once?!
"Ahem... go on, go on..." Seeing Liu Qingfeng's dark expression, Li Yuliang chuckled awkwardly.
Liu Qingfeng's expression softened. He opened his mouth.
"..."
Li Yuliang was stunned and urged, "Speak."
Liu Qingfeng scratched his head. "Where was I?"
Li Yuliang: "...You said Ting Yu was looking for a singer."
"Ah, right. Old Zhang is stuck abroad due to a flight delay, so his recording can't happen. Our show airs tomorrow, so I asked Ting Yu for help to get a whole song done. I didn't expect him to actually have someone suitable. Now all we need is a singer with opera-style vocals, and I immediately thought of you, Old Li."
Great!
Liu Qingfeng finished explaining the situation at top speed.
The moment he finished, he wasn't interrupted.
He finally let out a relieved sigh.
"What are we waiting for? Let's go!" Li Yuliang stood up immediately after hearing this.
This time, it was Liu Qingfeng's turn to be dumbfounded, and his expression gradually became a knowing smile.
"Let's go." Li Yuliang's scalp tingled under his gaze.
"Didn't you say you found the wrong person?" Liu Qingfeng chuckled.
"Heh heh, you have a real knack for finding people." Li Yuliang pulled him up.
They walked towards the backstage, one after the other.
"Aren't you waiting for your wife to finish recording?"
"She'll understand. I'm doing this for the show."
"And your daughter isn't waiting for you to take her to the amusement park?"
"Isn't it only the third? We can go tomorrow."
"You..."
"Liu Qingfeng!"
"Alright, alright, I won't say anything more, haha..."
...
Li Yuliang, as expected of a top singer.
After receiving the music, he looked at it twice and was able to perform it perfectly.
He sang it with the grace of a gentle scholar, praising the heroes who volunteered to go to battle.
"Haha, I really like the song 'Chi Ling.' I was so envious when Chen Rong sang it. I never thought I'd get to sing the new version." Li Yuliang was overjoyed.
When he stepped out of his performance mode, he reverted to his usual self.
Apart from his elegant demeanor, there was no trace of that gentle scholar.
"Teacher Li's mastery of opera is truly remarkable. He truly deserves the title 'National Team.'" Su Yu chimed in with praise.
Li Yuliang's vocal skills were indeed impressive.
And his opera-style vocals were as smooth as his mother-in-law, Chen Rong.
This was the most skilled singer he had ever seen, besides Chen Rong.
Both of them were part of the "National Team," and both sang "Chi Ling."
It was quite a coincidence.
"Xiao Yu, you have no idea. Old Li didn't want to come at first, but as soon as he heard it was your song, he dragged me here." Liu Qingfeng said with a chuckle from the side.
"Isn't that normal? Songs from the Music God Ting Yu are a guarantee of quality." Li Yuliang showed no embarrassment.
"Thank you for your praise, Teacher Li." Su Yu was a bit embarrassed by the compliment.
"That's about it. Practice a few more times, and someone will call you for the recording." Liu Qingfeng had his own show to record.
After a couple of sentences, he left.
After he left.
Su Yu chatted with Li Yuliang for a bit longer, greeted Chen Yu, and then headed to the recording site.
The scores were already provided, and both Li Yuliang and the symphony orchestra were highly professional.
Su Yu had little to do here.
He might as well go back early to spend time with his parents and the little fairy watching the show.
...
When Su Yu returned to the audience seats.
Lin Yanyu asked with a puzzled look, "Su Su, what did Auntie call you for?"
"The show's duration was insufficient, so an extra song was added..."
Su Yu explained.
Upon hearing that it was a symphonic version of "Chi Ling," Lin Yanyu's interest was immediately piqued.
To Su Yu's surprise.
His father, Su Zhenguo, actually knew the song "Chi Ling."
Moreover, he discussed his feelings about the song with Su Yu.
"I don't know much about symphonies, but I heard it once on TV. This song was a bit sad originally, but turning it into a grand symphony is indeed quite good."
When Su Zhenguo said this.
Su Yu was taken aback.
In his memory, his father was just an ordinary cleaner.
Although he had opened a noodle shop now and made quite a bit of money.
His personality had never changed.
Su Yu hadn't expected his father to be knowledgeable about these things.
"Your dad listens to your songs with headphones whenever he has time. He also joined a music enthusiast group and often discusses music with them." Zhang Guizhi said with a smile, covering her mouth.
"Of course. My son is a genius producer. If I don't understand anything, wouldn't that be embarrassing for my son? Now that our lives have improved, and the noodle shop doesn't require our constant attention, you can do your square dancing, and I can join the park choir. It's great, isn't it? Our whole family is involved in the arts." Su Zhenguo said with a smile.
Although he still didn't fully understand, being able to contribute a few words was also progress.
Su Yu felt a warmth in his heart upon hearing this.
This feeling was indescribable.
It was as if he had received some form of recognition, a sense of accomplishment, and overall, a feeling of happiness.
However, these songs weren't written by him. When the seal was lifted, he wanted his father to hear the songs he wrote; that would be truly perfect.
Despite releasing so many songs, Su Yu never denied that they were his, nor did he ever boast about them being original.
Even though in this world these songs didn't exist, he could easily claim them as his originals.
However, Su Yu felt that if others believed they were his songs, he wouldn't deny it, as there was no other way. He couldn't possibly say, "They aren't mine, they're from another world," as he'd likely be deemed insane and sent to a mental hospital to study god-slaying.
Of course, he wouldn't shamelessly flaunt these claims, constantly boasting about his originality, because it wouldn't be appropriate.
He felt immense gratitude and respect for the people who wrote these songs.
It was their excellent works that had made Ting Yu what it was today.
Similarly, he always saw himself as a cultural transporter, striving for authentic transportation.
His goal was to let the excellent culture of Earth shine and prosper on Blue Star in its original form.
Of course, if he could earn some reputation and money through these excellent cultures, that would be even better.
Therefore, every time Su Yu gave songs to others.
He would simply say, "I have a song here."
He never actively boasted, "This song is my original, aren't I amazing?"
However, he believed.
That one day.
He would stand in the spotlight.
And tell everyone with immense pride.
"Yes, this song is my original work, Ting Yu!"
And that day, it shouldn't be too far off.
Because the system had told him that once that part of his memory was released, he would remember the songs he had written!
"Su Su."
Lin Yanyu, who was beside him, felt Su Yu's subtle emotional fluctuation and squeezed his hand tighter.
...
PS: I'm a bit tired after a busy day, so I want to rest early. It's only two chapters today. Since it's a holiday tomorrow, if I'm well-rested, I'll do four chapters. Well... at least three chapters...