A film series in the Republic of China: The legendary Taoist priest in Shanghai

Wencai was sitting in the Grand Shanghai Ballroom. Except for the time when he accompanied Yiping to the interview, this was the first time that Wencai came to the Grand Shanghai during the day.

"It's drizzling, it keeps falling..."

"My dear, I don't want your gold, my dear, I don't want your silver."

"Nu Nu, I only want your heart."

Red Peony is rehearsing the famous Republic of China song "Drizzle". Wencai, as the newly appointed art consultant of Greater Shanghai, replaces his boss Qin Wuye to watch the rehearsal.

Yiping doesn't need to rehearse, she just sings.

Hong Mudan is different. In addition to singing, she also has to lead a group of dancers in dancing, choreograph dances, and do many things behind the scenes, including managing the dance troupe.

Yiping was equivalent to a resident singer in later generations. When the time came, she would go on stage to sing a song, get paid, and that was it.

Hong Mudan is equivalent to the director of a song and dance troupe, a talent like Director Bai.

This is also the reason why no matter how popular the white rose is, it can never steal the job of the red peony.

On the stage, Red Peony sang and danced, and a group of dancers also sang and kicked their long white legs.

For some reason, ever since Wencai came to see her sing, Hong Mudan, who has always been sexy and generous, suddenly felt a little restrained.

Many of the bold waist-twisting and kicking movements have become smaller.

She would also steal a glance at Wencai from time to time.

"As expected, people who engage in art are more elegant and their eyes are full of light. Yiping is so lucky."

Offstage, Wencai was drinking red wine while recalling songs from his previous life in his mind. He didn't notice the look Hong Mudan gave him accidentally, let alone what she was thinking.

"Give me a cup of love potion... No, this is not the time to sing this song yet."

"Later, I understood what love is..., but it didn't work either."

"Hurry up and use your nunchakus. Hehe, I don't think even foreigners can accept it."

"I want to copy a song that is close to the style of Shanghai during the Republic of China, but not Shanghai."

“It should be light and lively, it should be joyful, it should be sad, it should have life, and it should match the rhythm of singing and dancing, so that people can dance.”

Today is Wencai's day as an art consultant, and he plans to produce something real.

So sitting quietly and creating art is actually plagiarism.

Why do time travelers copy songs? Can that be called copying?

"If it's a dance hall song, it's a song for dancers to sing with them. Dancers, dancers, songs suitable for dance hall dancers..."

Suddenly, a song came to my mind.

"Stop, stop, Mudan, I'm inspired. Lend me the microphone."

Wencai jumped onto the stage while asking Hong Mudan to stop.

"Counselor Xu, you want to sing. Should I go down?"

"No need, just keep dancing, I'll just try out the song first."

Wencai took the microphone from Hong Mudan, which was still warm and had the scent of the beauty on it.

"How many people have gone through all the joys and sorrows in order to live."

……

"Who can understand the sadness of being a dancer, ah ah."

As soon as Wencai opened his mouth, his deep and magnetic voice echoed throughout the empty Shanghai Ballroom during the day.

After singing this line, Hong Mudan was suddenly startled.

"Ah, this is a new song. Consultant Xu has made another new song."

"This song is about a dancing girl. It's really beautiful."

"How many people have gone through joys and sorrows just to make a living. Isn't this true of me? I left home and came to Shanghai. I put on a forced smile just to make a living!"

"Could it be that this is the song that Consultant Xu wrote for me?"

"Who can understand the sadness of a dancer? Shedding tears and smiling at the same time? This song is really written for me!"

In Shanghai, Yiping didn't sing this or that, and most of the time it was Hong Mudan who sang the inferior obscene songs.

Red Peony never complained.

It seems that the white rose is a white lotus that is pure and elegant, and remains unstained even in the mud.

But she, Red Peony, has no personality and no self-respect, and she will sing any ditty, no matter how vulgar it is.

Everyone likes White Rose, including Mr. He who appeared these days. He is handsome and is said to be good at martial arts.

And she, Red Peony, is just the backdrop of the sea. When White Rose is not singing, Red Peony goes on stage just to make up the numbers for the guests.

These red peonies are hidden deep in the heart, and what is exposed on the outside is a little singer who flirts with all her charm and sings all kinds of obscene songs.

The sadness of the dancer, tears in her heart but a smile on her face, this is what is being sung about her!

In an instant, the red peony changed color and burst into tears.

This song is about a dancer from a later era, and most of the song uses a light tone to tell the sadness of the dancer.

It wouldn't be a big deal for most people to hear it, but when Hong Mudan heard it, she felt the same way and was deeply touched.

This is what we often call the feeling of singing that touches your heart.

Wencai sang to the end, and the lyrics suddenly changed: "Come, come, dance, your feet begin to sway, no matter who he is, life is a dream."

Hearing this, Hong Mudan suddenly felt like: "If life is not satisfactory, I will go boating tomorrow morning."

The sadness of a dancer, the world is not as it should be, no matter what, as long as you jump up and dance, life is just a dream.

All things change, all are impermanent, they are all in the dance.

After Wencai finished singing, he turned around and wanted to sing "Red Peony" to get some opinions on whether this song was suitable to be sung in "Great Shanghai".

Unexpectedly, I burst into tears when I saw Red Peony.

"What's wrong with you? Don't cry even if it sounds bad."

Wencai thought he sang quite well, but he didn't expect to make Hong Mudan cry.

"It's so beautiful. Miss Yiping will definitely sing this song beautifully."

Red Peony doesn't think she is qualified to sing this song.

Now Bai Meigui is the main singer promoted by Shanghai, Consultant Xu is Yiping's boyfriend, and she is just a dancing girl.

"I'm not planning on letting Yiping sing. I'm planning on letting you sing. What do you think?"

Yiping can compose music and has her own unique singing style. This song is not suitable for Yiping to sing.

On the contrary, red peony is more suitable for a glamorous style.

Wencai remembered that in his previous life, he was watching a CD and watching twelve sexy and hot beauties with good figures from Taiwan, wearing swimsuits and singing this kind of dancer song.

Dancer songs are not suitable for the pure style of White Rose, but are more suitable for the beautiful and fiery Red Peony.

"Let me sing, Consultant Xu, are you kidding me?"

"Don't you want to sing?"

"Think about it, I sing it, great, I have my own song now."

Red Peony cried with joy.

Bai Meigui has only been here for a few days, but her salary has already increased to five hundred yuan, and she only sang one song.

Hong Mudan sings dozens of songs a day and jumps around all the time, and only makes two hundred yuan a month.

The reason why White Rose is so popular is because White Rose can write songs and compose music, while Red Peony is just a singer who sings ditties.

Now, she, Red Peony, has her own song.

For a moment, Hong Mudan lost herself in thought and rushed forward to kiss Wencai.

"I'm sorry, I'm too excited. Please don't tell White Rose."

After Hong Mudan kissed Wencai, she thought it was not right why she kissed her best friend's boyfriend.

He quickly pushed Wencai away and said.

"It's okay. Foreigners always kiss to show their gratitude. Let's not talk about this anymore. I'll teach you to sing this song. The band will also need to cooperate with us. We don't have the score, so we want to practice the song quickly."

Fortunately, the drummers, flute players and saxophone players in Shanghai are all veterans.

As long as the composers sang the music repeatedly until they knew it by heart, they would compose the music to accompany the music.