House Dad’s Literary Life

Hong Kong Today’s weather is very good, the sun is moving between the high-rise buildings, and it is difficult to give this international metropolis a warm light.

In front of a western-style little white house, Hu Songnan is watering the yard.

This is the son’s home. It seems that the villa is not big, it is not luxurious enough, and even has a sense of time. But don’t be a kid, people who live in Hong Kong in an inch of land is an inch of gold.

Hu Songnan came to his son’s house and lived for almost a week, but he didn’t go out to “see the world”, mainly because his character was not happy, he played the piano and raised flowers, which became his only ability. Doing things!

Grandchildren are very well-behaved, but after all, youngster also has youngster’s own life. There are not many companions!

“Dad, let’s go!” A middle-aged man who was nearly fifty years old but well-maintained came out and said respectfully.

This is the eldest son of Grandfather, Hu Yongxiang, the owner of the fourth-ranked Heavens’ Fortune Records in Hong Kong record company. Despite his detached status, he still showed great respect in front of his father.

“You said that this old man, can you give me something to say?” Hu Songnan sat in his son’s car and yelled, “I am not engaged in pop music, I am afraid that I can’t play with your youngster!”

Hu Yongxiang personally drove his father. He smiled slightly: “Where, Dad, you have been a teacher for so many years, and you are very experienced. It just helps me to adjust these musicians in the training company! I don’t think that the general director of music will not give you this position. Who else is more suitable!”

In fact, he is also nonsense.

Record company has a music director, but has never heard of music general guidance for this position! It’s just Hu Yongxiang’s father’s setting. He wants to let the healthy father’s father move more. Otherwise, he stays at home and his body will go wrong.

When he arrived at the company, Hu Songnan did not dictate his hand. He always kept a kind smile, greeted the people who came and went, and had a gentle conversation with the company executives his son called.

“Grandpa Hu, do you know the vernacular (can say Cantonese)?” The secretary of Hu Yongxiang, Ye Xiaofeng, is a young girl. She is the daughter of a shareholder of the company. She was sent to exercise and her personality is relatively straightforward. Asked in the shelter. (To make it easier for everyone to understand, the following Cantonese conversations are automatically adjusted to Mandarin.)

“Well, when I was young, I also studied in Hong Kong.” Hu Songnan didn’t care, he nodded and smiled.

“Xiaofeng, although it is from China, but you don’t want to be awkward!” Hu Yongxiang was somewhat dissatisfied. He always thought that Grandfather was his life idol, so he showed off his strength as a child. “When he was young, he was in Hong. Kong, Germany, WYN in Austria and many other places to study and teach. Before my father was 55, he was invited to perform at WYNJSDT almost every other year…”

Hu Yongxiang Although his music talent is not high, his rumors are limited, but with his excitement, he knows how deeply Grandfather has influenced him!

“So powerful?” Ye Xiaofeng’s eyes seemed to bloom with little stars.

“No, no, these are all virtual. Now I want to talk to your youngster. I have to talk about pop music. I have to ask you for this!” Hu Songnan laughed, very modest.

After talking for a while, Hu Yongxiang asked the secretary to accompany his father, the boss of a big company, and a lot of things waiting for him to deal with.

Ye Xiaofeng doesn’t know how to arrange it. He walks around with Grandfather, introduces the various departments of the company, and makes interesting places like tourists.

“…This is our recording room. The fifth and sixth floors are recording rooms. There are eight rooms in total, sometimes they will be rented out. Of course, most of the time they are used by our company’s singers.”

Ye Xiaofeng Although the business is not very proficient, but still a very elf guy, she saw Hu Songnan reveal a rare expression of interest, then slowed down.

“Grandpa Hu, or else, let me check, see which recording room is empty, can you try it?” Ye Xiaofeng took out the cell phone and smiled.

Hu Songnan was really interested. He nodded and said, “Then you ask, but don’t ask for it. See which recording room is in use. If you don’t bother, I want to watch.”

“Hey, where will you bother? Your guidance is their blessing!” Ye Xiaofeng said sweetly.

She quickly found it. It was the recording room used by the company’s ace singer Chen Yijie. There was no problem communicating. The boss’s father wanted to watch. Who dare to say no?

Of course, Chen Yijie is also a humble person. He also put down the work at hand and talked with Hu Songnan about his current situation: “… I have been preparing for this year’s new album, and our industry is saying it is a yangko!”

Chen Yijie is the hottest male singer of Heavens’ Fortune, and has the ability to create his own creations. At the peak, he can also stand alongside the four major songs of Hong Kong.

However, the singer of the creation also has a flaw, the state will have ups and downs! The songs he has made in the past few years are not as big as before, and they are gradually falling behind! This also made Heavens’ Fortune’s ranking slip from the third place to the fourth place.

So this year Chen Yijie wants to get a new album, the company decided to help him collect songs, can not come out of this completely personal style of the album.

“I wrote and the company helped to collect, basically enough for an album! But still a title song!” Chen Yijie smiled bitterly, “You see I am sleeping here, no clue.”

“Eason, you are asking too much for yourself!” Ye Xiaofeng has a deep background and also caressed to interject. “Grandpa sisters say it is hard to satisfy!”

Chen Yijie shrugged helplessly.

“It’s a good thing to be strict with yourself!” Hu Songnan smiled slightly. “There is no careful bitterness. How can the fans share the joy of listening to the songs? The young man can listen to classical music when they have time. Those masterpieces are all poor. It’s only half a life and even a lifetime of fighting!”

“What you are saying is, but the current society is very impetuous. If you don’t have an album in a year, I am afraid that it will be chased by others, and there is no chance to turn over completely,” Chen Yijie said.

After all, Hu Songnan stood tired for a while. He sat down on the back sofa and smiled. “I just wanted to see how your youngster recorded songs. You don’t have to accompany me. It is too late for you.” Work, I and Xiaofeng are quietly listening and watching.”

Chen Yijie did not make any mistakes. He quickly went to work and really regarded Hu Songnan and Ye Xiaofeng as invisible people.

Chen Yijie’s work status is actually very boring. He repeatedly plays the scores he has written before, and he carefully considers the structure of the lyrics. He pauses to sketch on the paper from time to time, and sometimes crosses the things he just wrote down and knocks them down. Redo!

Hu Songnan is still acceptable because he is familiar with this state, but Ye Xiaofeng feels bored.

“It’s so boring! Grandpa Hu, I will take you to somewhere else to play!” Ye Xiaofeng stayed for less than fifteen minutes and said with a restless voice.

Hu Songnan waved his hand and gestured to Ye Xiaofeng not to influence Chen Yijie. He listened attentively to the song Song Yijie sang.

Ok, Ye Xiaofeng reluctantly rubbed his face.

Not long after, she was more restless.

It is very boring!

With this time, it is better to sneak out and study with the first floor front desk to find out how to get new.

This idea, like wild grass, grows up in the heart of Ye Xiaofeng and is difficult to control. In a few minutes, she squinted her eyes and sneaked her mind!

But suddenly, Hu Songnan stood up.

“Well? Are you leaving?” Ye Xiaofeng was ecstatic and stood up.

However, Hu Songnan went straight to Chen Yijie. He saw him patted Chen Yijie’s shoulder and smiled and said: “Your voice is very recognizable, it is a sad and restrained magnetism!”

“Exactly, a few days ago, I heard a song that is very suitable for you to sing. Do you want to try it…”