Zhang Xiaohua flicked through his mobile phone for a long time. Finally, he was left with only two names in the contact list. One was Cao Feifei and the other was Yuan Datong.The memories told him that this Yuan Datong was a buddy from junior high school and was also one of his best friends to date. He was also an iron buddy, regardless of easy or hard times.
He remembered back in the third year of high school, due to Zhang Xiaohua"s extraordinary family, a group of kidnappers were recruited and attempted to capture him. Yuan Datong"s came running up during their attempt to grab him after school on the way home. Yuan Datong came to help him even at the risk of his death, as such, the kidnappers didn"t succeed. However, as a result, Yuan Datong was kidnapped and almost didn"t make it out alive. Even now, there was still a 10cm long scar left by them on the left side of Yuan Datong"s chest.
Zhang Xiaohua knew that Yuan Datong was crazy for music, his pa.s.sion was almost at the point of devilment, and he also had a certain insight for music production. Yuan Datong had opened a studio, mainly to create music. However, the status of the studio wasn"t good enough and had always been tepid.
"Since this man is so loyal and good at music production, what else is there to wait for? He shall be my brother in arms!"
Deciding firmly in his mind, Zhang Xiaohua directly dialled Yuan Datong"s phone and, after a short while, he heard the other party"s voice across the line saying slowly: "Xiao-Hua, what"s wrong?"
"Big head, no time for pleasantries, I need to talk to you." At this time Zhang Xiaohua was in a state of extreme excitement, so he also forgot about the time. It was already four in the morning and, because of his accent, he also called Datong "big head".
"Big Brother, my name is Datong, Yuan Datong!"
"Oh, yeah, I"m looking to discuss something with you. Are you free?"
"..."
On the other side of the phone, Yuan Datong had already cried and said, "Big brother, do you know what time it is? Is there anything urgent? Did you have at called me at 4am for this?"
"I just wrote a song and would like you to give me some advice. Of course, we can also talk while drinking. Plus I have one more important thing to discuss with you." Zhang Xiaohua said earnestly.
Of course, what he said about writing a song wasn"t a joke either. With his previous memories, he had all the pop songs from Earth in his head, he could express lyrics and tunes anytime, anywhere, but he couldn"t make entire songs without any help. That was also his reason for finding Yuan Datong.
"You wrote a song?" Yuan Datong on the other side was depressed. He couldn"t help but cry: "Brother, do you have to hara.s.s me in the middle of the night just to make fun of me? Okay, I admit defeat, you win, please let me get some sleep."
"I really did write one, I"ll come to the studio and find you." After that, Zhang Xiaohua hanged up the phone, went out of the house, got into the Volkswagen Pa.s.sat that his father bought him a year ago and went straight to Yuan Datong"s studio.
...
Twenty minutes later, Zhang Xiaohua drove to the Xihu alley in the downtown area and parked in front of a small two-storey building.
Looking up, he could see that the surface of this small building was full of holes, old and dilapidated. It was in total disrepair and could collapse at any time. Above the door was a lighted signboard with the words "Datong Studios" on the top. However, the four-character lamp had been broken. Only one word was still barely working, but it seemed to be struggling. It looked like it would blow a fuse any second.
"Is this the rhythm of "death"?" Zhang Xiaohua blew his cheeks and laughed. From the front, he knew how bad Yuan Datong"s situation was.
He reached out and knocked on the rusty shutter door and soon the door was opened by Datong.
Zhang Xiaohua looked intently at the sight of a thick-skinned youth, wearing casual shorts, a white vest and a pair of plastic slippers. He was almost as old as himself, with a natural pale face. Wearing a pair of black-rimmed gla.s.ses, he appeared gentle and delicate but was quite a handsome guy.
Obviously, this person was Yuan Datong.
"Brother, you really came?" Yuan Datong could not believe it.
Looking at the wounds of Yuan Datong"s chest that were exposed, Zhang Xiaohua"s memory was just like a tidal wave, and his heart could not help but be touched.
In order to save a friend, Yuan Datong could even risk his life that year. This was a real life and death brother!
After some sighs, Zhang Xiaohua was not polite and strode forward into the building not waiting for an invite in.
In his impression, this Datong Yuan was like a sworn brother to him, there was no need to be so polite, otherwise, he wouldn"t find him as a partner.
After shuffling into the studio, Zhang Xiaohua looked around. Modern instruments such as guitars, ba.s.ses, horns, oboe, drums, and electric pianos were everywhere.
According to Zhang Xiaohua"s memory display, the second floor should be a fully equipped professional recording studio. Of course, Yuan Datong"s entire net worth was also devoted here, both his workplace and his home. He stays here almost 24 hours a day. It was precisely because of this that got the nickname of "Music Madness".
"You came all the way at such a time, what is the matter?" Said Yuan Datong as he went to the refrigerator, took out two bottles of beer, and readily threw a bottle to Zhang Xiaohua, he also sat down on the parlour sofa to drink.
"Like I said on the phone, I wrote a song and I wanted you to give me some advice." That being said, Zhang Xiaohua"s main purpose was to see if Yuan Datong had the ability to provide music for the songs. If the two of them could not achieve the same effect as the original song in terms of synthesis, it would inevitably be unsatisfactory.
To say that if Zhang Xiaohua knew Yuan Datong very well, then Yuan Datong also knew Zhang Xiaohua very well. After all, the two had played from childhood till now.
Originally, when he heard Zhang Xiaohua say that he wrote a song on the phone, Yuan Datong was sceptical, he only now believed him.
When he listened to Zhang Xiaohua say it again, he couldn"t help but laugh. The beer that he had just drank sprayed out his mouth. He couldn"t help but say, "I say, are you sleepwalking or is this dream? You wrote a song. Why do you keep saying that? You can"t even sing,your tone deaf as f.u.c.k. What kind of dogs.h.i.+t song could you write?"
"We slowly become drunk as the night deepens,
At this moment we are so close to each other,
My thoughts appear to be shaken,
Contradictions grow deeper,
My trembling lips,
Waits for your kiss that never came,
I am but a broken-hearted woman."
Zhang Xiaohua, apart from anything else, directly sang a Cantonese version of "Broken Hearted Woman". It was actually the perfect interpretation of the song through his singing voice. Although he didn"t have accompaniment music, it didn"t hide the rich mood of the song.
After the song ended, Zhang Xiaohua was smug.
In the previous life, his reputation as a "Karaoke Love Song King" was not honoured for no reason. Changing voices, perfect singing voices and tone control even better than some of those of the first-line singers. It was enough to impress people!