yournovel Chapter 457 Mongolian Song? Tibetan Tune? Rock and Roll?
Chapter 457 Mongolian Song? Tibetan Tune? Rock and Roll?
Chapter 457 Mongolian Song? Tibetan Tune? Rock and Roll?
"Teacher Liang, I plan to start adapting 'Night in Ulaanbaatar'. I'll try to finish the preliminary arrangement in a couple of days and send it to you. Please give me your feedback." Yu Huan said earnestly.
"Huh?" Liang Qiaobo's voice sounded somewhat puzzled on the other end of the receiver.
Yu Huan explained succinctly: "This is a Mongolian folk song that incorporates elements very characteristic of the grasslands, such as the morin khuur (horsehead fiddle), throat singing, and long-form singing. I was thinking that if I rearranged this Mongolian song using Tibetan vocals combined with rock music, it might create a different kind of spark."
“Hmm…” Liang Qiaobo was clearly taken aback. After a short pause, she asked with a puzzled look, “What’s your name? Can you say it again? I didn’t hear you clearly at first.”
Upon hearing this, Yu Huan knew that Liang Qiaobo must have no recollection of the song.
After all, although this song is very famous in Mongolia, its Chinese version was most widely circulated in China in 2004 in Jia Zhangke's film "The World".
At the time, Jia Zhangke preserved the original Mongolian rhythm and found Zuo Xiaozhou, the king of underground rock at the time, to adapt the lyrics. The two worked together to adapt it into the later popular song "Night in Ulaanbaatar", which appeared as the theme song of the film.
In short, there are many Chinese translations of this song, with differences not only in the lyrics but also in the musical score and the singing styles.
However, the only thing that remains unchanged is the phrase "The night in Ulaanbaatar is so quiet, so quiet," which seems to possess a magic that transcends language and culture.
“Ulaanbaatar, the capital of Mongolia,” Yu Huan slowed down his speech, pronouncing each word exceptionally clearly, before explaining in detail, “Ulaanbaatar refers to the capital of Mongolia.”
“I understand. You just said you’d try to finish the arrangement in a couple of days. Isn’t that too tight a schedule? Especially with the Spring Festival in between.” Liang Qiaobo’s words carried a faint smile.
Yu Huan, however, was quite confident. She smiled easily and said with a tone full of self-assurance, "Teacher Liang, don't worry. I've been working on this song for a long time and have a detailed plan in mind. I've considered every aspect very carefully, and I'm sure I can manage the time."
“Your serious attitude is truly rare. Miss Lin is so lucky to have you behind the scenes, offering advice and full support…” Liang Qiaobo said with emotion. After a moment of contemplation, he continued, “Using Tibetan vocals combined with rock to reinterpret grassland songs… This idea sounds very creative and will definitely be a highly innovative adaptation. However, we will need to put a lot of thought into balancing and transitioning between different styles.”
Yu Huan replied earnestly, "Yes, Teacher Liang, I plan to invite professional Morin Khuur players and throat singing performers to participate in this performance to ensure that the ethnic characteristics are preserved in their original form. In the time leading up to the next competition, Su Su and I will focus on rehearsing, meticulously working on every detail to strive for perfection."
As Liang Qiaobo listened to Yu Huan's clear and logical explanation, he realized that Yu Huan's actions were not impulsive but rather the result of careful consideration.
He couldn't help but sincerely admire, "You really planned everything so thoroughly. If you need any help, please don't hesitate to ask."
After this exchange, Liang Qiaobo not only did not express any doubt about Yu Huan's all-encompassing approach, but instead showed full approval and support.
Yu Huan recalled that Liang Qiaobo had only promised to discuss suitable song selection and arrangement styles for Lin Su, but had not agreed to all matters at once.
Therefore, Liang Qiaobo's positive attitude at this moment undoubtedly put Yu Huan's mind at ease.
He exchanged a few more polite words with Liang Qiaobo, wishing each other a happy Lunar New Year's Eve, and then hung up the phone.
Putting down her phone, Yu Huan thought to herself that she would have to keep her laptop with her at all times during the Spring Festival. She needed to handle cryptocurrency-related matters and compose music, both of which required a computer.
He is now quite skilled in arranging music, and he has a clear idea of how to adapt "Night in Ulaanbaatar". He just needs to present the ideas in his mind. At this rate, he can complete the initial arrangement in a day.
Yu Huan knew that the arrangement task was quite heavy, and it would be much more convenient if she had a MIDI keyboard.
With it, you no longer need to painstakingly click and input with a mouse; you can directly and accurately input instrument information into the computer software. Moreover, it has many convenient and worry-free functions, which can further shorten the time to complete the arrangement and greatly improve efficiency.
After thinking about it for a while, Yu Huan decided to order it online since she wouldn't need it during the Spring Festival anyway.
As I was pondering this, I suddenly caught a glimpse of the bedroom door being flung open out of the corner of my eye.
Lin Yourong was wearing a loose nightgown and only thermal underwear underneath. She unconsciously shrank back in the cold air, but still walked out with light steps.
Her hair was a little messy, but it had a unique kind of languid beauty.
Lin Yourong rubbed her sleepy eyes, her voice still soft and sweet from waking up, and asked, "Darling, who were you talking to on the phone just now?"
Yu Huan slumped back comfortably on the sofa, her gaze following Lin Yourong's figure, and said with a smile, "I just discussed with Teacher Liang the song you will sing in the next episode."
"Oh?" Lin Yourong, who was walking towards the bathroom, suddenly slowed down.
She tilted her head slightly, a few strands of hair swaying gently with the movement, falling beside her cheek, and asked cutely, "Have you and he confirmed that you're going to sing 'Tornado'?"
Yu Huan smiled and waved his hand, saying, "I've decided to adapt 'Night in Ulaanbaatar' for you. It's a very distinctive Mongolian folk song. Of course, in the end, it depends on your preference. If you'd rather sing 'Tornado,' then choose 'Tornado.'"
Lin Yourong stopped completely, turned around and walked quickly to the sofa, looking down at Yu Huan with curiosity in her eyes.
She said thoughtfully, "The nights in Ulaanbaatar... I seem to remember them..."
"Of course you remember, Ulaanbaatar is the capital of Mongolia! This Mongolian folk song is relatively niche, and there are several Chinese versions available. You can listen to them all. I recommend the version with lyrics by Jia Zhangke. I plan to make some major changes and reinterpret it using Tibetan vocals combined with a rock style."
Lin Yourong's almond-shaped eyes widened instantly, her face filled with astonishment. She blurted out the few words she had caught: "Mongolian folk song? Tibetan opera? Rock?"
Followed by.
She bent down slightly, her fair hand emerging from her sleeve to touch Yu Huan's forehead, feigning a puzzled expression: "This isn't a case of acting impulsively!"
Yu Huan couldn't help but chuckle.
Feeling the cool touch of her fingertips on his forehead, he reached out and grasped her wrist, gently pulling her to sit beside him.
"I didn't act on impulse; this is truly a well-thought-out idea." Yu Huan smiled, her eyes full of certainty.
He didn't say that he saw the many negative comments on Weibo and was determined to give her a stunning performance to silence the doubters.
Lin Yourong tilted her head, her eyes filled with a mixture of curiosity and doubt, and said softly, "But darling, singing Mongolian songs in a Tibetan accent and then rocking it, that's such a huge leap! How difficult would it be to blend them together? Can you really coordinate them well... Besides, I'm only a dabbler in folk songs, and I don't know much about Tibetan accents..."
Seeing her slightly furrowed brows, Yu Huan worried that she might catch a cold, so she quickly turned to the side and pulled over the blankets she had brought to the sofa the night before, covering their legs.
Then, he said unhurriedly, "Your sect's base is still in Changsha! There are so many senior brothers and sisters who sing folk songs, including many singers. Think about it, did anyone come back for the Spring Festival? Just go and ask them for advice, wouldn't that solve the problem?"
Hearing him say that, Lin Yourong couldn't help but burst out laughing. She tugged at his arm and said coquettishly, "You have so many tricks up your sleeve."
"The way I envisioned singing this song would be a blend of folk and popular elements, using a segmented structure that you're very familiar with. In the last section, I'd bring up the emotion and transition to rock, which definitely shouldn't be difficult for you!" Yu Huan's voice was full of trust and expectation for Lin Yourong.
Lin Yourong's smile gradually faded, replaced by a hint of hesitation. She bit her lip and said softly, "That's true, but is there really enough time for such a complicated adaptation? Don't forget, there's the Spring Festival in between, and we'll be visiting relatives and friends everywhere. Where will we find so much time to rehearse?"
“There’s still time! I have complete confidence in you.” Yu Huan said decisively. “The only difficulty right now is that it’s the most important time of the year, and with such a tight schedule, it won’t be easy to contact professional morin khuur players and throat singing performers.”
"Khoomei?" Lin Yourong nodded gently. "I understand."
Yu Huan smiled slightly and said, "I already have a suitable candidate in mind. It just depends on whether Sister Ru or the production team can help us get in touch smoothly. If they know that they will be performing on 'I Am a Singer,' I estimate they will most likely agree."
"Hmm? Them?" Lin Yourong listened intently, and unconsciously leaned into Yu Huan's arms. The cold air made her subconsciously hug his waist.
“Hanggai Band, they’re an ethnic rock band from Inner Mongolia. They’re not famous yet, but their talent is undeniable. You might not have heard of them. If we could get them to come, then throat singing, long song, and the morin khuur would perfectly capture the essence of the grasslands in the song,” Yu Huan said, gently patting her shoulder. Then, she changed the subject and joked, “Weren’t you getting up to go to the bathroom? If you don’t go now, you’ll really be holding it in.”
Upon hearing this, Lin Yourong immediately released her embrace and stood up.
"You're such a smooth talker!" he muttered, taking quick, short steps.
While she was in the bathroom, Yu Huan picked up her phone, opened Taobao, and ordered a MIDI keyboard.
Not long after, Lin Yourong returned to the living room from the bathroom.
She stopped in front of the coffee table, looked at Yu Huan who was slumped on the sofa looking at her phone, and asked a crucial question out of curiosity: "Honey, what did Teacher Liang say just now?"
Yu Huan looked up, a relaxed smile on her face, and said, "I'm very supportive! He thinks it's very creative and told me to contact him anytime if I need any help."
Lin Yourong immediately felt relieved: "Oh, I'll go lie down on the bed for a while and listen to 'Ulaanbaatar Nights' properly. After hearing what you said, I can't wait to sing this song. I feel like it must be amazing!"
As she spoke, she walked briskly toward the bedroom.
As she approached the door, her tone suddenly softened into a sweet and alluring one, and without turning her head, she said, "Thank you, darling, for worrying about me so much."
Yu Huan watched her graceful figure from behind, a smile creeping onto her lips. She muttered to herself, "Little liar," before shouting back, "Okay, I'll prepare breakfast right now!"
"Okay~" Lin Yourong replied crisply, then gently closed the bedroom door.
Yu Huan smiled and shook her head, then got up and slowly walked towards the kitchen.
Today's breakfast was, as usual, corn and eggs. Since there was still plenty of time, he threw the corn and eggs into the pot and steamed them over low heat.
During this break, Yu Huan was not idle.
He ran up and down the stairs repeatedly, carrying and lifting things, and after three trips, he finally managed to neatly put all the Spring Festival gifts that Lin Yourong had bought into the back seat of the little BMW.
As for the expensive cigarettes and alcohol, he put them in the trunk.
He figured that Lin Yourong and her mother-in-law probably prepared most of the food together.
He then noticed that among the twenty packs of cigarettes, there were four packs of white-label cigarettes.
The rest were all high-end cigarettes like "Harmony Brings Wealth" and "Harmony Under Heaven," making me marvel at how generous my mother-in-law was.
Yu Huan carefully selected the items based on actual needs, and finally only took out fifteen from the cardboard box.
Considering that she would need to put her suitcase in when she left, Yu Huan carefully cleaned the trunk again.
When he went upstairs and entered his home again, he found that the fire on the stove had been turned off.
Yu Huan followed the sound of running water coming from the bathroom and went over to take a look. She found Lin Yourong, who was dressed neatly, bending over to wash her face.
"Oh, you're up so early. I thought you'd sleep in a bit longer," Yu Huan teased with a smile, casually giving her pert buttocks a light rub.
Lin Yourong was startled by the sudden action. Fortunately, she had heard Yu Huan's voice beforehand, otherwise she would have reflexively kicked him.
"What are you doing!" She turned around and glared at Yu Huan playfully, glistening water droplets sliding down her cheeks and gathering at the tip of her chin, teetering on the verge of falling. She said with a hint of reproach, "Did you put the things in the car? It's dangerous to have the stove on in the kitchen when you're not there!"
"Hey! Don't worry, I know what I'm doing." Yu Huan explained with a smile, "I've planned this all out. By the time I finish moving everything, the corn and eggs should be steamed by then, which is just in time to wake you up for breakfast!"
After saying that, he smiled, turned to the side, and pulled a towel off the shelf.
Just as he was about to gently wipe Lin Yourong's face, she snatched the towel away and said with a smile, "I can do it myself."
As she gently wiped the water droplets from her face, she said with a smile, "Is the version with lyrics by Jia Zhangke the one sung by Zuo Xiaozhou? I've also listened to the version sung by Gege, and I feel the two are quite different."
Yu Huan responded confidently, "My adapted version will definitely be more different, and the overall style will be more trendy."
Lin Yourong wrung out the towel, hung it up, and turned to look at Yu Huan, who was standing close by. She couldn't help but tease him, "I feel like you're not as modest as you used to be. You're quite confident in what you're saying."
Yu Huan sighed softly, put his hands on her shoulders, and recited a rhyming verse with feigned emotion: "The road is slippery in the dark, and people's hearts are complicated."
Lin Yourong chuckled to herself.
Suddenly, an idea struck her, and she said, "Honey, while I'm participating in the show, Hunan TV will definitely create a lot of buzz around me, and I'll be trending on social media frequently. Whether it's good or bad, please don't take it to heart—um, I also need to talk to Dad about this."
"Oh..." Yu Huan felt that the couple were truly in sync.
He thought for a moment, then nodded knowingly and said, "I understand."
It was also because of concern that I didn't realize that Hunan TV is the originator of hype and traffic generation in mainland China. Some of their tricky moves that attract attention are truly amazing even to their peers.
Those trolls might actually be their own people used to generate buzz...
Since this topic has already been hyped up, thanks to a lot of online trolls, it has even reached the top of the trending searches.
This powerful move still needs to be unleashed to deter those who dare to harm others.
(End of this chapter)