I'm here to chase the stars

Chapter 119: People are not as good as cats
This question lasted for a long time. If it weren't for someone at home to pay New Year's greetings, it might have lasted until noon.

Finally heaving a sigh of relief, the two returned to the room and sent each other a tired expression at the same time.

After asking each other for a while, they understood what happened.

With a knowing smile, Xu Fang felt fortunate that he was still young, otherwise the topic of getting married and having monkeys would come up one after another.

There are many discussions about the Spring Festival Gala on the Internet, and the singing of Xu Fang and Wei Wan has been highlighted. This kind of song that fits the national life and can generate a lot of resonance is not just praised by netizens.

Some highly influential media platforms will also separately comment on their performances when publishing news related to the Spring Festival Gala.

Hu Jiahong didn't sleep for too long. After breakfast in the morning, he followed the direction of the media and found that most of the comments about this year's Spring Festival Gala were praise, so he was relieved.

Being the chief director of the Spring Festival Gala is a lot of pressure. If it is done well, it should be done, but if it is not done well, it will be severely criticized.

Seeing that "Go Home and Watch" is one of the most mentioned programs in media articles, Hu Jiahong smiled.

Because of his admiration, he gave Xu Fang a chance. This kid not only seized the opportunity, but also achieved results far exceeding his expectations.

Talented people, as expected, will not be buried anywhere. When dealing with such young people, they should not be overly restrained, but should be relaxed as much as possible.

Thinking of this, Hu Jiahong joked to himself: "Oh, it turns out that Director Meng of Xiaoxiang Satellite TV felt this way at the beginning."

Ding Peng also called Xu Fang. He didn't put his work aside after he went back. After waking up, he carefully checked various statistics on the Internet.

No matter which platform they are on, the performances of Xu Fang and Wei Wan are all in the forefront. It is a huge success to achieve such a result in the Spring Festival Gala!

"Hey." Xu Fang sighed.

"What's wrong?" Ding Peng didn't know what else he was dissatisfied with.

I heard Xu Fang say in a disconcerted tone: "I have also read a lot of news on the Internet, it may be that I have heard too many praises recently, and I find it a bit boring.

Brother Peng, do you think that after a while, everyone will have no words to praise me, and I am completely used to it and even become numb to it, this is not okay, why don't you scold me a few words? "

For Chinese New Year, Ding Peng restrained himself, otherwise he really wanted to follow the phone signal to beat someone.

Cheng Xiaoyang came over in the afternoon with his young daughter-in-law and his recently recorded cat movies.

After this period of shooting and editing, a large amount of material was condensed into a 5-minute video.

Xu Fang looked at it and found that it was pretty good, especially the cat fight in the bathroom, which was worth half a barrel of popcorn.

After watching the cat movie, he praised without hesitation: "I didn't expect you to be quite talented."

Cheng Xiaoyang was very proud: "That's necessary, I think in another half a year, I will be able to learn something."

Xu Fang read it again, touched his chin: "I always feel that something is wrong."

Cheng Xiaoyang wondered: "Where?"

"Wait for me to watch it again." Xu Fang clicked on the video, watched and watched, and finally found something wrong.

It's the BGM, Cheng Xiaoyang doesn't know where to pick the BGM, it's really so-so.

Why should my little daughter-in-law have an exclusive BGM?

"The background music needs to be changed, let me think about it." Xu Fang pondered for a while and asked, "On the first day of the new year, we don't have an open recording studio here."

Cheng Xiaoyang was a little confused: "What do you mean?"

Xu Fang took it for granted: "Write a song for the little daughter-in-law as the BGM, and then you can re-cut it. After it is done, send it out as a single MV and see the response."

Cheng Xiaoyang suddenly felt a lot of pressure: "Didn't you let me practice clapping and playing, how did it develop into a single MV?"

Xu Fang said confidently: "It's just for fun. Didn't I see your great potential and make it harder for you?"

"go away."

"You climb."

"Your uncle."

Xu Fang raised his eyebrows, and asked cheaply, "Why, are you scared?"

Cheng Xiaoyang poked his neck: "I will counsel?"

"Then don't talk too much, and find a recording studio quickly."

"Look for it." Cheng Xiaoyang took out his phone and started searching.

There are [-] or [-] recording studios in the entire Kuncheng, and almost all closed their doors to thank guests on the first day of the Lunar New Year, but at the end of the search, he really found one.

Called to make an appointment, drove there, and when he arrived at the place, Xu Fang suddenly realized, what was he doing?
Isn't he supposed to stay on the sofa during the holidays? Why did he go to a place like a recording studio?

Xu Fang squatted on the ground with his head in his hands, his face was pale, and he muttered: "It's over, it's over, I have an occupational disease? Could it be that my fine tradition of eating, drinking and having fun, being able to lie down or stand up, is gone forever?" Yet?"

"Stop being a showman." Cheng Xiaoyang dragged Xu Fang into the recording studio.

After entering the house, Xu Fang finally regained his energy. He recorded the BGM for his daughter-in-law, and considered it as a New Year's entertainment.

What song to write, he had already thought about it when he came, and the score had already gone through in his mind.

After the score was written, Xu Fang started to arrange the music again.

Cheng Xiaoyang was not idle either, watching the learning materials of the online class by the side.

After tossing until it was almost dark, Xu Fang was ready to officially record. At the same time, he reminded: "When I sing later, you can find out how you feel and see if the BGM needs to be re-cut."

"Understood." Cheng Xiaoyang put on the earphones, opened the video stored in the phone, played the accompaniment and recorded according to Xu Fang's instructions.

Hearing the prelude, Cheng Xiaoyang was a little surprised. Even if he was not professional enough, he could still hear a lively rock style with a sense of age.

After Xu Fang spoke, it was even more surprising. It was in Cantonese?
"She put out the evening lamp, quietly covering her shoulders
Intertwined with sparks, imprisoned in precipitation
……

Love will be like a hungry wolf with a sweet mouth
If you get close to play with her, her fierce face will appear
Love will be like a hungry wolf, how can you sleep in your arms

She will commemorate my severe injuries
......"

Although Xu Fang sang in Cantonese, there was a score on the table. Cheng Xiaoyang looked at the words on the score, and then listened to the melody. Finally, his eyes fell on the little daughter-in-law in the video, and suddenly felt that it was quite suitable.

It's just that the name is a bit discordant, "Legend of Hungry Wolf"?
At this time, the video screen jumped to the bathroom battle, looking at the little daughter-in-law who had fought hundreds of rounds with him in order to avoid taking a bath.

Cheng Xiaoyang felt that there was nothing wrong with the name.

After thinking about it, Xu Fang had already sung it once, went out and listened to it by himself, went in and recorded it twice, saved it and took it away.

With his voice and singing skills, there is basically no need to add sound mixing, or perform sound effect synthesis to cover up flaws, and the subsequent small adjustments can be completed through the software in his notebook without even using a workbench.

Cheng Xiaoyang listened to the finished product several times after recording.

After returning, he looked at the little daughter-in-law who was licking her paws, and said with a complicated expression: "People are not as good as cats."

(End of this chapter)