The man who loves and chases the murderer lives next door

Chapter 357 A Familiar Portrait (Third Watch)

In the evening, Deyilou.

Song Zhen pretended to be someone from Qin Feng's studio and attended the dinner with him.

The people who participated in the dinner this time are very old in the music circle, and they are among the best big names, including singers, music producers, composers, tuners, etc. Basically, the more famous people in the circle at that time were all Qin Feng was invited.

Qin Feng is a cheerful and generous person, and his family background should not be underestimated. With him taking the initiative to toast, the atmosphere of everyone will naturally become warmer after a few glasses of wine.

Although everyone is a bigwig in the industry, it is rare to have such an opportunity to get together. After Song Zhen made a name for himself, he was no longer restrained. He talked about the development of music over the years, and suddenly opened up the chatterbox .

People are divided into groups, such a group of music-loving people gather together, and they all have their own experiences and opinions.

Song Zhen occasionally added a sentence or two, either in doubt, or asking for advice, just as he was asking for an idea, which made everyone more enthusiastic and motivated to tell the story, with a sense of pride and accomplishment.

Seeing that the atmosphere is almost in place, Song Zhen took out his mobile phone and said: "As for the melody, I also think that the melody of the songs of the last century is far better than today. I happen to have a section here, which was sung by a friend, and said it is a unique melody." , why don't you guys listen to it and see if you can guess which singer it is from?"

"This is to test us? Don't say, there is no popular melody in that era that I don't know." One of the composers said proudly.

This composer is called Xiong Cheng, who looks the same as his surname, a bit rough, making it hard to imagine that those graceful and delicate melodies were created by him.

"Little brother, please let everyone listen. Let me see if it is as mysterious as you said."

"Let's listen to it before we talk!"

Others also spoke up.

Qin Feng couldn't help looking at Song Zhen, what the hell is he doing?

Song Zhen smiled slightly, then found the song, and clicked the play button.

For a while, the private room was so quiet that a needle could be heard. As expected of everyone who really loves music, they held their breaths and listened carefully to the music on their mobile phones.

A deep and mellow male voice rang out from the phone. It was really humming. Everyone had no time to care about the quality of the man's voice, they just started to recall along with the melody. Some even tapped their fingers on the table, beating the beat, and pondering over it carefully.

I just let the words out, if I didn't hear it, wouldn't I be ashamed and ashamed by then?

It's just that I didn't expect that all the songs on the phone were played, and everyone didn't understand why.

"In our time, strong and loud music and singing were popular. Everyone knows that when it was just opened to the outside world, everyone rolled up their sleeves and worked hard. Such lingering and graceful music that strengthened personal emotions was not popular, so it was not popular. It’s rare, but there are, but it’s hard to find.”

Talk about it, but I can't hear it!
Another person asked again: "Little brother, are you sure this is our era, not the 30s?"

"I'm sure it's from that period." Song Zhen nodded.

"Hey, do you remember that at that time, there was a special discussion meeting in Kyoto to deny this style, and there was a lot of trouble at that time, saying that this style of music was a decadent music, with capitalism. shadow!"

"That's right, that's right! There is such a thing, I remembered it when you said that, hey, old bear, you should know about this!" One person looked at Xiong Cheng.

"How many years ago, I don't remember." Xiong Cheng interrupted his guess.

"But I remember when you paired up with a female singer, it was this kind of—"

"I think you are drinking too much, come, eat vegetables!" The person sitting next to him immediately poked him with an elbow, and the person immediately realized what was happening, and then fell silent.

"Come, come, eat vegetables!" Immediately, someone started to liven up the atmosphere.

During the dinner, when Song Zhen probed this topic again, he found that everyone kept secret.

But it's not without gain, at least let him be sure that these people know something.

Especially, that Xiong Cheng.

When the banquet was over, a group of people went out, but Song Zhen quietly blocked Xiong Cheng's way.

"What are you doing?" Xiong Cheng's face was a little displeased, and the tiger's face was quite scary.

Song Zhen was not afraid, "I like your music very much, I don't know if I have the honor to discuss it with you in depth."

Xiong Cheng raised his eyes, stared at his face for a few seconds, and then said: "I drank too much, please take me back."

Song Zhen knew that he was Yun, so he greeted Qin Feng, and then drove the car over.

Xiong Cheng got into the car, reported the address, then turned his head and asked him, "Young man, who are you? What exactly do you want to know?"

Song Zhen didn't answer, opened the armrest box, took out a portrait and handed it over.

Xiong Cheng took it, looked at it for two seconds, and then his face became very subtle.

"You know her." Song Zhen said affirmatively.

"Where did you get this?" Xiong Cheng's hands trembled, "Who are you?"

"I'm her fan." Song Zhen replied without changing his expression.

Xiong Cheng's face darkened, "At your age, you were most born when she was popular. How could you be her fan? It's ridiculous!"

"Red? So she's really a singer."

"Boy, let me ask you, where did you get that part you hummed?" Xiong Cheng stared at him with burning eyes. If it wasn't for this, he wouldn't even get into his car!

"If I say it's from an old friend, would you believe it?" Song Zhen said, obviously unwilling to tell the truth, but he still got a little bit of the truth, "Senior, I'm helping someone find her, so I hope You can tell me everything you know, she is very important to the person who hums."

"It seems that you are not a treacherous person, that's all." Xiong Cheng's eyes darkened, and he took a deep breath, "Since you know this song and this plausible portrait, it means that that person has a certain relationship with her for so many years It’s okay to tell you about it.”

The car drove forward quickly, and the scenery on the side of the road quickly retreated. Xiong Cheng seemed to be caught in some kind of memory, looking back at the past time.

"The piece you played on your phone just now was composed by me, and it's a semi-finished product that hasn't come out yet. Apart from me, the only one I've ever heard of is her. She's a female singer from the last century, good at singing sweet and soft , especially her breath, is fascinating. At that time, this kind of fresh pop song became popular all over China and won her countless honors. Until that seminar, this style of music and singing voice were completely rejected .”

Xiong Cheng's eyes reflected the yellow light of the street lamp, and he suddenly realized that more than 30 years had passed in the blink of an eye.

"After that seminar, she disappeared suddenly, without even saying hello to my old friend, and then I found that all her records and posters were taken off the shelves, as if she had never appeared. Although it was open to the outside world at that time, the political situation was still tense and the situation was jittery. Everyone thought that this person had never existed, and as time passed, no one mentioned it again.”

A generation of song queens is just a glimpse in the torrent of history, and then they are crushed into the dust.

"What's her name?" Song Zhen asked.

"Morning and evening."

"Zaomu? What's your real name?"

"Don't know, she never revealed her real name, but let's call her Yueyue."

"The company she signed with at the time was Obsidian Records, right? Could it be that Obsidian Records couldn't keep her?"

"How do you know?" Xiong Cheng was a little surprised, but thinking that the young man in front of him would not have approached him if he really knew nothing, so he replied: "The Obsidian Records Company was busy cleansing white papers at that time, Yue After Yue disappeared, they were the most active in cleaning up the traces, eager to draw a clear line."

"Really? Does she have any other good friends or people she likes? Please introduce me, senior."

"No need, everyone is dead, so why recommend..." Xiong Cheng sighed, "Her thoughts are well hidden, if she hadn't asked me to compose the music, I might not have known about it. She likes fellow senior brother Yu Qing, her senior brother He is a Beijing opera singer, although he is talented, but not well-known, I was invited by Yueyue to listen to it once, and he sang really well, and he has a good figure, but - he was born at an untimely time."

Song Zhen naturally understood the meaning of the phrase "to be born at the wrong time". It was a period when Peking Opera was very sluggish. During that time, Peking Opera was called "the art of the old". They were attracted one after another, which caused Peking Opera to lose its market.

An art that simply talks about art and feelings but has no market is destined to be sad.

"Since the senior knows that Yu Qing is dead, he must have been with him before he was alive. Can you tell me where I can contact his descendants?"

"You really don't want to die until the Yellow River. He has no descendants, but Peking opera is the most important thing about inheritance. His disciples are still there. You can go to the capital to look for them." Xiong Cheng said, and then pulled out a pen from the position of the central armrest box , directly took his business card from his pocket, and wrote down the phone number on the business card, "This is the contact information, and then I will tell you to go."

"Thank you senior." Song Zhen said sincerely.

"To thank me, send me this portrait."

Song Zhen was slightly surprised, turned his head to look, and saw some kind of nostalgic and sentimental look in the old man's eyes.

"Take it, senior," he said.

Xiong Cheng sighed, and said with emotion: "Who drew this, not to mention ugly, it is far from a real person."

"Senior, if you don't dislike me, I can also sketch. How about you describe it, and I will draw another one for you." Song Zhenxue's criminal psychology is best at profile, which also includes simulated portraits.

The previous painting was drawn by him, but the memory of the person he described was completely fuzzy, and it was not easy for him to paint like this.

Now that he has specific guidance, he can draw in more detail and get closer to the prototype of the character.

"Then let's go to the hotel, we'll be there soon." Xiong Cheng replied immediately.

Things that had been forgotten were suddenly brought up, only to realize that they were not forgotten, but just hidden.

But now, since he had the opportunity, he wanted to keep it in mind.

After more than ten minutes, the car arrived at the hotel. Song Zhen went to the room with Xiong Cheng. According to his description, he repainted a painting based on the original painting.

It's just that as soon as the painting came out, his eyes couldn't help but sink a little bit, and he felt that it was inexplicably familiar.

Like, where did he see it?
　In the past two days, I have been a little suspicious of myself, and I have been writing alone, but I have not seen any response.I thought I didn't care about the stand-alone machine, I didn't care about the grades, and I could just bury my head in this way, but I still overestimated myself.I am always pondering over and over again, is it the plot, or the character design, or is there a problem with the way of expression?Self-doubt over and over again.Whoa whoa whoa!Not to mention, I will continue to code.Hey, the little transparent me, I am unwilling, but I am ambitious. If I don't care so much, the troubles will not exist... But, it's uncomfortable...

　　
　
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