Huayu 1987: Childhood Sweetheart Anfeng Qianmeizi

Chapter 92 Uncle Zhang's Shock (I'm asking for votes again!!)

Leslie Cheung turned around, looked at Chen Lang, and asked with a smile.

"I heard you wrote four songs in one go during the Chinese New Year?"

Chen Lang shook his head and explained.

"It wasn't written in one go."

"I write down my thoughts in a notebook when I'm reading or listening to music."

"Remember things little by little, and you'll accumulate knowledge gradually."

"During the Chinese New Year, I happened to have some time, so I organized those ideas into a complete song."

Chen Shufen listened from the side and nodded to herself.

This statement is clearly more logical.

If someone could write four high-quality songs during just one Lunar New Year holiday, that would be truly astonishing.

However, even if it's accumulated over time and then perfected in the end, it's still amazing enough.

A genius who bursts forth with inspiration, and a genius who knows how to accumulate knowledge and skills and then unleash it—the latter is clearly more sustainable.

Leslie Cheung ruffled Chen Lang's hair, his eyes showing even more appreciation.

"That's right."

"Creative work requires time and reflection."

He developed a strong interest in Chen Lang's new song.

"You should have musical instruments at home, right?"

"Could you perform for me on the spot?"

Chen Lang nodded in agreement.

"sure."

He walked to a door on the side of the room and pushed it open.

"Please come in."

When Leslie Cheung followed him inside and saw the scene before him, he couldn't help but exclaim "Wow!" in an exaggerated way.

Even Chen Shufen, a top agent who is used to big events, couldn't help but show surprise.

The floor was covered with a thick carpet, and the walls had been treated with simple soundproofing.

The room was filled with all sorts of musical instruments.

In the very center stands a Yamaha grand piano, its black lacquer reflecting a warm glow under the lights.

Next to the piano was a complete drum set, the drumsticks polished to a shine.

Against the wall stood a row of guitars—electric guitars, acoustic guitars, basses, you name it.

On the other side, there were violins, cellos, and saxophones.

Even traditional Chinese musical instruments like the erhu, suona, and yangqin are neatly arranged.

In the corner of the room, there was a mixing console, a multi-track recorder, and microphones of various models.

This is practically a professional recording studio.

Leslie Cheung was a discerning person.

He could tell at a glance that every single musical instrument here was a top-of-the-line imported product.

This room full of stuff would cost at least several million to acquire.

No wonder he has absolutely no interest in signing with a record company.

If someone has those resources, they could start their own company.

Leslie Cheung walked up to the Yamaha C3 grand piano and gently stroked the keys.

"I know your uncle is a master composer at the music academy."

"Are you proficient in playing all of these instruments?"

"Um.

""

Chen Lang nodded.

"I was the first to learn the drums."

"Then came the guitar, piano, violin, and some wind instruments."

"I can play a little bit of the erhu, suona, and yangqin."

"I have six teachers from Wuhan Conservatory of Music who taught me musical instruments."

Leslie Cheung and Florence Chan sighed again.

A true musical family.

With such an environment, such resources, and his own talent...

It's not so hard to understand how such a 9-year-old songwriting prodigy could be cultivated.

"Could you give me a demonstration?"

Leslie Cheung's interest grew even stronger, his eyes filled with anticipation.

"all right."

Chen Lang nodded and walked to the drum set and sat down.

He picked up the drumsticks, twirled them in his hand twice, seemingly contemplating what to perform.

"Thump!"

A crisp sound of footsteps rang out.

The next second, a dense and rhythmic drumbeat instantly filled the entire music room.

Thump! Tap! Thump thump tap!

Leslie Cheung's eyes widened suddenly.

He was all too familiar with the rhythm of that drumbeat and the melody.

This is a classic drumming scene from a movie he made many years ago called "The Drummer".

Chen Lang's body swayed gently to the rhythm.

His movements were clean and efficient; every flick of his wrist and every rise and fall of his foot on the hammer was incredibly precise.

He handled complex interludes and syncopated notes with ease.

Only the sound of drums echoed throughout the music room.

Leslie Cheung was completely stunned.

To prepare for that film, he hired the best drummer in Hong Kong and practiced intensively for three months.

But now, this child in front of me is typing out this solo.

The technique, the power, the rhythm.

He's not much worse than the teacher who taught him to play drums back then.

It is even more agile in the handling of certain details.

After a solo, Chen Lang steadily finished the last note.

He put down the drumsticks and looked at Leslie Cheung.

The music room was silent for a few seconds.

"Slap! Slap! Slap!"

Leslie Cheung clapped his hands vigorously, his face full of surprise.

Yao Beina clapped enthusiastically along with her, her face beaming with pride. "My little brother is amazing!"

Liu Yifei's face flushed with excitement, and she clapped her hands loudly.

Chen Shufen opened her mouth wide and unconsciously clapped her hands a few times.

Demon!

"marvelous!"

Leslie Cheung walked quickly to Chen Lang.

Have you seen my movie?

Chen Lang hesitated for a moment, then nodded.

"I haven't seen it in the cinema."

"It was a rented videotape."

Leslie Cheung understood immediately upon hearing this.

In those days, nine out of ten videotapes rented in China were pirated.

He didn't pay attention to these details; he just felt that it was a wonderful coincidence to meet a young fan who had seen his early works.

"Langlang, you've given me so many surprises!"

"I'm getting more and more curious about your new song, can I listen to it?"

Chen Lang stood up from the drum set and walked to the piano.

He turned and looked at Yao Beina.

"Sister, come here."

Yao Beina walked over and stood nervously next to the piano.

Singing in front of her idol was quite a challenge for her.

Chen Lang's fingers fell on the piano keys, and a sad melody slowly flowed out.

Yao Beina took a deep breath and began to sing.

"Finally, you've found a way to determine the winner—"

"—Just like that, I've been conquered by you, and all my escape routes have been cut off."

The song ended.

Leslie Cheung closed his eyes, savored the moment for a moment, and nodded gently.

"The song is really good."

"The melody and lyrics are both very appealing."

He looked at Yao Beina with admiration and praise.

"The little girl sang wonderfully. She has a great voice, a wide vocal range, and impeccable pitch and breath control."

"At this age, she has clearly worked very hard; it's truly remarkable."

He paused, then sighed softly with a hint of regret.

"However, it's also because you're still too young."

"When singing these kinds of sad love songs, the emotional delivery is still a bit lacking."

Yao Beina blushed, knowing that Leslie Cheung was right.

"Thanks."