House Dad’s Literary Life Chapter 113: Five Flavors Bookstore’s story (2/3)

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"Brother Yang, are you coming to record songs again?"

The commercial buildings in the west square of the main entrance of Jiangzhou Media University have many recording studios similar to WYN. After all, this is a talented Jiangzhou Media University. Students and teachers often record demos and songs. There will be a market for demand, which is normal!

However, these recording studios are also uneven, cheap, poor recording, and incomplete equipment, and Yang Yixuan's WYN recording studio is a relatively large scale, and the top-end recording studio with advanced and complete equipment. Of course, the price is expensive!

Yang Yi has been here a few times before, and the boss Wang Canghai recognized him and greeted him as soon as he came up.

"Brother Wang, the original studio, rented one day." Yang Yi nodded to the other party, and then began to pay for 1,200 yuan. He counted twelve large banknotes and handed it over.

"Rent a day? So fierce?" Wang Canghai used to play music, but he didn't play to the level. He chose to start a business for his life, and after getting married and giving birth, he smoked and drank. voice.

He also laughed at himself as he used to sing soft and lyrical campus ballads, but now he can only sing rock in his throat. The so-called music dream has naturally been abandoned.

Yang Yi smiled and said, "I haven't come to play for a long time, can't I enjoy the recording?"

In fact, he also took advantage of Xi Xi to be taken home by Murphy for a few days before stealing out and recording a song that he promised to write to Murphy. It seems a bit too cautious, but who made his previous life a killer, he can ignore the law, but he must not be careless.

Wang Canghai gave him a thumbs up, and then counted the stack of banknotes, took two of them and pushed them back: "Summer vacation guests, you have wrapped up all day again, a thousand is enough!" /

Yang Yi smiled indifferently. Instead of picking up, he pointed to Wang Canghai ’s back and said, "Then replace me with tea, I want your exclusive throat tea!"

After finishing, Yang Yi directly took the key and walked directly to his studio.

"Hey, those two hundred are too much!" Wang Canghai shouted to Yang Yi's back, but Yang Yi didn't look back before he grumbled away.

Today's work is very heavy. Ten new songs, Yang Yi should record the soundtrack and demo according to different instruments.

Since Murphy knew what his voice was like, Yang Yi had to repair the demo with professional equipment in the studio before he could send it to Murphy.

So, after entering the recording room, Yang Yi, without saying anything, skillfully opened various equipment and began to work hard.

......

Near the Liuli Factory in Beijing, an old man wearing a felt hat, but looking ordinary, walked into a small bookstore called "Five Flavors Bookstore".

Yes, this bookstore is small in size, with a small facade of more than 20 square meters, which can be seen from the door. Not only is it small, it should also be an old bookstore. There is no gorgeous decoration and no scientific display. The old bookshelf is surrounded by a circle and it is full. It is very difficult to block it and turn around.

Of course, in addition to books, there are only books left!

The old man wearing a felt hat walked in, first looked up habitually at the wall hanging behind the cash register, and also had some plaques from the age: "All kinds of people on earth, complex feelings."

This is the origin of the name of the bookstore. The old man has seen it countless times, but every time, he ca n’t help but appreciate it. Of course, the calligraphy on the line of the plaque is also his own!

"Old Chen, here?" A middle-aged man was taking care of the bookstore today. When he saw the old man, he greeted him respectfully.

"How about your dad?" The old man named Lao Chen nodded slightly and asked.

"He was not very comfortable two days ago, and I asked the insider to take him to the hospital for a look." The middle-aged man did not stop his work, and he laughed while sweeping the dust on the bookshelf with a feather duster. But there is no big problem, that is, the old man's stomach is not very comfortable. "

Chen Lao nodded, let down his heart, and then picked up a book to turn over, casually asked: "Are there any good books recently?"

He used to come, and the old shop owner recommended him books. The old shop owner is also a book-loving person. He opens the shop himself, but he always puts his hands on the books and is happy to recommend good books to his guests.

Old Chen likes such old bookstores. If they are all like the state-run big bookstores, and some chain-bookstores, they only sell expensive books for the benefit, or the clerk is cold, he is not willing to go to that kind of bookstore!

"You can ask the right person!" The middle-aged man laughed, "There are two best-selling books recently that are pretty good. Wait a minute, I'll get it for you!"

Chen Lao frowned and said with dissatisfaction: "What I want is a good book, what are you doing with a best-selling book for me?"

The middle-aged man poked his head from the other side of the bookshelf, he smiled and said: "Old Chen, rest assured, your habits, I still don't know? Of course, I recommend you a good book!"

Talking, he took two books. Old Chen took it and looked at it. One was named "Soldier Assault" and the other was "Sword".

The middle-aged person explained: "Old Chen, do n’t read these two books, they are very popular among young people, and the sales are very high. But the author writes quite well, both the story and the writing are first-class, my father It ’s just reading these two books, watching sleep and forgetting food, and making my stomach uncomfortable. "

"Haha, of course, I did n’t want to recommend these two books to you to make your stomach upset." The middle-aged man himself found the loophole in the words just now and laughed.

old store manager also likes these two books?

Old Chen became interested. He took these two books and went directly to the cash register. Dove occupied the magpie's nest. One rested on the table and the other looked in his hand.

The middle-aged man looked at Chen Lao's casual look, and laughed silently. He shook his head, not caring, and continued to clean the dust with a feather duster.

In the store, there is really no other place to sit, but as an old Chen, middle-aged people do not think that the other party will do anything bad.

I do n’t know how long it has passed, it ’s almost noon, and my stomach is hungry. Chen Lao reluctantly put away the "Bright Sword" in his hand and stood up.

The middle-aged man just stood at the door and smoked. When he saw the movement, he quickly pinched the cigarette and returned.

"Buy these two books! Your recommendation is good, with your dad's seven or eight success." Chen Lao rarely praised.

Middle-aged people, while looking for money briskly, smiled and said, "Then Chen Lao, is your next TV series about the story of these two books?"

It turns out that this old Chen is Professor Chen Fengchen of the Beijing Academy of Drama and a well-known TV drama director. Almost every year, CCTV broadcasts the TV dramas he shoots. It is a high-yield but demanding director!

There are naturally many people who write scripts for Chen Lao, but Chen Lao himself will also dig out some excellent works to adapt into TV series. In the past, the old shop owner recommended Chen Lao a good book that was buried. As a result, Chen Lao found someone to buy the copyright. After the shooting, the next year will be CCTV's opening drama!

Although this allusion is not known to outsiders, the old shop owner still talks about it at home so far.

Chen Lao was unsmiling, he glanced at the middle-aged man and said, "Who knows?"

Middle-aged people know that Chen Lao likes to keep secrets. He smiled and said: "Haha, I still want to look forward to it. To be honest, I really hope to see Li Yunlong on TV!"