Chapter 59: Siheyuan: Starting From Overnight Fame
“So what exactly is the song ‘Treading Waves’? Does anyone know? Riding the wind and breaking waves?”
“I don’t know, I haven’t heard of the opponent’s ‘Carickfergus’ either.”
Actually, everyone has heard classic scores in many movies, they just don’t know the song names, and this Irish Folk Song is just like that.
Because of unfamiliarity with this song, readers temporarily didn’t know what ‘Treading Waves’ appearing in the novel was for either; they could still understand the other music confrontations, but this final “rustic” one was really somewhat baffling.
They didn’t understand it, but follow-up read redeeming songs was still more than enough; ever since the hidden benefit appeared, everyone has been quite diligent in following updates.
The results of the film and television assessment were quite intriguing; the one who got the highest film offer in the audience was Chi Leying, and compared to Yu Wei in the newbie zone, her acting skills were obviously more noteworthy.
The judges’ evaluation of Yu Wei was very direct: Add a contact method later and chat about cooperation when free… Other trainees are looking for work, but for him it became cooperation.
They saw huge commercial value from Yu Wei’s two adaptations; his creative ability can not only showcase himself but also be “customized” similarly.
This kind of creative ability is very terrifying; there are plenty of bad dramas and bad movies carried by music, and he obviously has the strength to carry the whole team.
Without exaggeration, a crowd of film and television practitioners were practically drooling over Yu Wei; if his future scores can still reach the level of ‘Treading Waves’, cooperating with him is a sure profit.
Teacher, does my TV series with a 3.8 rating still have a chance?
Yu Wei didn’t refuse, he added the person, but passed on the cooperation; he’s still young, reputation is more important than money…
After the program recording ended, Yu Wei hurriedly booked a plane ticket home without stopping; being away from home everything else was fine, but writing was really inconvenient, and these past few days his mobile phone was almost smoked from being pressed.
In the novel, the protagonist’s Singer-songwriter competition came to a temporary end; Yu Wei waved his hand and decided to have Wei Yu make an album.
Mainly he wanted to stock up more songs while follow-up read demand was low; now with just a few thousand follow-up reads, if he didn’t redeem songs hard, it would be trouble when demand reaches tens of thousands later.
Albums have many songs, redeeming a bunch at once is like a ten-pull card draw, just thinking about it feels great.
Although singles have higher short-term traffic, albums have more sustainable monetization ability and brand premium; for a singer to truly step onto the stage, having only hit songs without an album won’t do.
Wei Yu in the novel needs it, and he needs it himself.
Although albums have long production cycles, they are the foundation for singers to build long-term brands; singles are produced quickly but have short lifecycles—the louder they explode, the faster they disappear.
Whether a song can last a lifetime Yu Wei doesn’t know, but a high-quality album definitely can…
On his way to the airport while thinking about album themes, Liu Ning suddenly told him that the MV for the previous ‘Sound of Rain’ had officially launched.
“Almost forgot about this thing.”
In comparison, Yu Wei still valued the by-product ‘Sound Mixer’ filmed at the time more; this MV was too ordinary and probably wouldn’t stir up much waves.
Lu Zhou’s team had been occupied by the short film schedule, with no time to handle the MV, but ‘Sound Mixer’ had already been submitted to the competition by Qi Luo An two days ago, so they finally had time to finish the MV.
Yu Wei couldn’t help thinking of the MV’s female lead Qi Luo An; she should gain quite a bit of attention from this… although she didn’t really want it.
“Good luck.”
After sending the last message, he set his mobile phone to flight mode.
……
Qi Luo An huddled in the rattan chair in the shade of the gatehouse; sunlight shattered on the old eaves, the flying dust swirling in the courtyard, not a bit landing on her shoulders.
If Yu Wei saw the environment she was in right now, he would definitely call her a real Beijing native a couple more times; living in a siheyuan, this is a true Beijing native.
“How am I supposed to go back to school like this.”
The instant she heard the song MV launched, she knew something big was wrong; the MV’s quality was average, but it couldn’t withstand the boost from Yu Wei’s popularity.
People following Yu Wei would definitely check it out, like her own roommate; in just five minutes, they had already sent Qi Luo An dozens of messages.
It wasn’t enough to @ her in the dorm group; one by one they started private messaging to ask, she couldn’t even keep up with reading, let alone explain.
Qi Luo An got to experience the thrill of an entertainment novel protagonist blowing up overnight, but she was just a dog ascending to heaven after Yu Wei achieved the Tao.
Online evaluations of this MV were very objective: this MV was too MV-like, mediocre, the story even somewhat clichéd, but the male and female leads are quite good-looking.
This should be Qi Luo An re-entering the public vision, um, re-entering.
“An An, who is it?”
The voice from inside the house was rich and distant, carrying a bit of obvious twilight aura, but each word was as light and gentle as a feather, enough to glimpse a corner of the melodious singing voice in her youth.
“No one… actually there is.”
Qi Luo An looked fixedly; peeking in from the doorway wasn’t it her older brother Qi Yuan? The old lady’s ears were sharp, hearing from so far away.
“What wind blew you here?”
She had hidden here at Grandmother’s, but still couldn’t find peace; Qi Yuan paid so much attention to Yu Wei, he must have discovered the MV matter, she had to think of how to muddle through…
“Unhealthy Tendency.” Qi Yuan, stepping into the small courtyard, first glanced at the main house, then lowered his voice: “So that’s how you bought off Yu Wei, by coming out of the mountains to help him film something.”
“……”
Qi Luo An felt like she didn’t even need to make up lies; her older brother would convince himself.
His thought process was wasted not writing novels; asking Yu Wei for a chapter push would definitely go viral…
“I didn’t ask for brotherly love and sisterly respect, I’m not some demon, but what do you mean by pitting me twice? What’s wrong with your conscience? You’re only 21, right? If you keep this up, at 42 you’ll pit me four times, at 84 eight times, and finally become eight defeats; as your older brother, I might really have to discipline you, for real.”
Qi Yuan muttered to himself, then suddenly changed the subject to say he came to see Grandmother today.
Actually in terms of blood relations, this one was already his maternal grandmother; who made his dad half a son-in-law? Although he didn’t take his mother’s surname, by local custom he still had to call her Grandmother.
Mainly his dad’s side had no elders, so no one competed for the title; Old Qi was also raised by Grandfather and Grandmother, counting as a godson.
In the main hall of the main house, an old woman was dazed wearing reading glasses, her full head of silver hair loosely pinned with a plain jade hairpin, her demeanor composed and elegant.
The faint scent of sandalwood still enveloped her; the moment he saw her, the usually somewhat flamboyant Qi Yuan seemed like a different person, hurrying over with a bit of obedience.
“Yuan Yuan is here, even more handsome.”
“Grandmother, I’m here to tell you good news.” Qi Yuan half-squatted in front of the elder, explaining very seriously: “I’ve decided on the path I want to take in the future; it was a very talented friend of mine who woke me up.”
“Oh?”
The originally dazed elder’s gaze instantly cleared a bit; she still understood her grandson well—young and impetuous, who could be the person to convince him?
“He’s really amazing, ambitious, talented, and a nice person too; on him, I seem to see Grandfather’s shadow from the stories.”
Qi Yuan’s tone really seemed like he met a life confidant; talking about Yu Wei non-stop, completely unaware of Grandmother’s changing expression.
When sunlight brushed over the elder’s slightly sunken eye sockets, a hint of watery light flashed suddenly in her eyes, like an unextinguished lamp in the deep corridors of an old mansion, suddenly illuminating black-and-white footage from half a century ago.
Really, is there such a person?
“Their experiences are very similar too, both from obscure to rising to power in one go; I think my friend can definitely become a legend like Grandfather…”
“That’s enough!”
Qi Luo An, who had been silent beside them for a long time, directly interrupted him, her calm voice even carrying a bit of anger.
This spectacle startled Qi Yuan; although the siblings usually didn’t get along, An An rarely got truly angry, especially in front of Grandmother.
Did he say something wrong?
“You people are really annoying, always saying who’s whose shadow or who’s alive in the world; can’t people just be themselves?”
“Whatever legendary stories, I only know he’s a writer; he writes his own story himself.”
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