Siheyuan: tomb robbing? I am serious about hunting.

Chapter 859 Arrangement

What saddened Lin Xiao the most was that the old man playing the erhu never appeared at the alley again. Some people said that he was driven away by the urban management, and some people said that he went to another city. On the night of the celebration banquet, Lin Xiao turned down all invitations. He returned to the studio full of waste paper and opened the window to let the evening breeze in. The tender singing of children came from downstairs, singing the "Word of Honor" in his album. His fingers tapped the beat unconsciously on the windowsill, and he suddenly grabbed a pen - for the next album, he wanted to try to reinterpret folk songs with symphony. The phone vibrated at this time. It was a message from Amin: "Tomorrow there are three advertising endorsements, two film and television invitations, and an invitation to an international music festival..." Lin Xiao smiled and replied: "Turn it down first, I'm going to the countryside to collect folk songs." The moment the send button was pressed, he looked at the night sky, where the stars were dotted, like countless notes waiting to be composed. The streets were wet after the rainstorm, and the air was filled with the smell of soil and moss. Lin Xiao dragged his tired body on the way home. Three consecutive days of sleepless creation failed, making his temples throb. The neon lights on the street were blurred in the stagnant water, just like his chaotic and confused thoughts at the moment. When he turned the corner of the alley, a melodious sound of erhu suddenly floated into his ears. The sound was desolate and distant, like crying and complaining, as if it was the precipitation of years. Lin Xiao looked in the direction of the sound and saw a white-haired old man sitting under the eaves, playing the erhu attentively. The old man was wearing a washed-out Zhongshan suit, and there was a shabby enamel pot at his feet, with a few coins scattered in it. Lin Xiao stopped involuntarily, leaning against the mottled brick wall and listening quietly. The melody of the erhu was sometimes low and gentle, and sometimes high and passionate, as if telling a touching story. At this moment, the hustle and bustle of the city seemed to be far away from him, leaving only the music flowing like a stream. Suddenly, a flash of inspiration flashed through his mind. Lin Xiao's eyes lit up instantly. He remembered that in modern times, many pop musics have successfully integrated traditional folk instruments, creating amazing sparks. In the music scene of the 90s, such attempts were rare. If the rhythm and rhyme of modern music are combined with the unique charm of traditional instruments, perhaps a new musical style can be created! He didn't bother to greet the old man and ran home. The sound-controlled lights in the corridor flickered, and he rushed upstairs in two steps. His hands were shaking when he inserted the key into the keyhole. As soon as he entered the house, he plunged into the small room full of sheet music and instruments, and turned out the draft of the fast-paced modern song that had never taken shape. Lin Xiao paced back and forth in the room, his eyes wandering between the guzheng, erhu and electronic keyboard. He closed his eyes and kept thinking about the combination of various instruments in his mind. Finally, he sat down at the piano, his fingers quickly jumped on the keys, and wrote a prelude that incorporated the melody of the guzheng. Then, he added a solo section of the erhu, interweaving the desolate tone with the modern drum beats. Time passed by minute by minute, and Lin Xiao was completely immersed in his creation. When he was hungry, he would just eat a few cold instant noodles; when he was sleepy, he would wash his face with cold water and continue. He didn't even bother to answer the call from Amin until his phone automatically turned off due to lack of power. The room was full of crumpled waste paper, each of which represented a failed attempt, but he never thought of giving up. Three days later, in the morning, when the first ray of sunlight shone through the window on Lin Xiao's face, he finally completed the arrangement of the entire song. This work, which combines modern music with traditional elements, has both the dynamic rhythm of pop songs and the unique charm brought by national instruments, as if telling a dialogue between the ancient and the modern. Lin Xiao came to the company with a nervous and expectant mood. In the recording studio, the producer and several staff members were sitting together smoking, and their impatient complaints were heard in the smoke. Seeing Lin Xiao coming in, the producer frowned: "Xiao Lin, you won't bring anything weird again, will you?" Lin Xiao didn't say anything, but just silently put the tape into the player. The prelude sounded, and the crisp sound of the zither was like the sound of spring water, instantly attracting everyone's attention. Then, the rhythmic drum beats joined, forming a wonderful echo with the zither. When the erhu solo sounded, the producer forgot to smoke the cigarette in his hand, and stared at the player. After the song ended, there was silence in the recording studio. After a long time, the producer stood up suddenly and shook Lin Xiao's hand excitedly: "Ah Xiao, this is what we want! It is both innovative and charming, it's amazing!" Other staff members also gathered around and expressed their admiration. The company has given unprecedented attention to this album. In order to promote it, they published large advertisements in major newspapers and magazines, and rented a huge billboard in the city center. Amin was busy every day, contacting radio and television stations and arranging Lin Xiao to participate in various promotional activities. On the day of the album's release, a long queue formed in front of the record store early in the morning. Young people were wearing fashionable bell-bottom pants and sunglasses, and were discussing excitedly. When Lin Xiao appeared in the record store for a book signing, the scene was instantly boiling. Screams and shouts came one after another, and the crowd surrounded the small record store. "Lin Xiao! Lin Xiao!" A girl with a ponytail held up the album and squeezed forward desperately, "I started queuing since last night. I like your songs so much!" The album sales grew at an astonishing rate. The radio played the title song on a loop, and the shops in the streets and alleys were playing the music in the album. On the school playground, children were skipping rope while singing those catchy melodies; in the vegetable market, the aunties selling vegetables could also hum a few lines along. Lin Xiao's name became a household name overnight, and newspapers and television were full of reports about him. When he walked on the street, he would always be recognized by enthusiastic fans and asked to take photos and autographs. Various performance invitations and advertising endorsements came one after another, and even a film crew came to invite him to play the leading role. However, in the face of sudden and huge success, Lin Xiao did not lose himself. After finishing his busy work every day, he would return to the small room full of sheet music to continue polishing new works. He would spend hours repeatedly pondering lyrics, adjusting melodies, and rehearsing with band members over and over again. At a large concert, when Lin Xiao sang the last song, the audience stood up and applauded, and the cheers lasted for a long time. He stood on the stage, looking at the waving light sticks and enthusiastic faces below the stage, and his eyes couldn't help but moisten. He knew that his persistence and hard work had finally paid off, but this was just the beginning, and he had more musical dreams waiting to be realized.