As promised, Xiao Xianrou, will you play the suona in the haunted house?

Chapter 120 I asked you to record, but you gave away the recording studio? (Ask for monthly ticket)

Take a deep breath.

Be calm, be sure to be calm.

Gan Peisheng and others in the recording studio have been in the industry for decades. They have never seen any big storms and waves. There is no way they can capsize in front of young people today.

Isn't it the Suona album?

Isn't it just a funeral song?

It's not a big deal. If you listen to it, you won't be carried away, right?

"Teacher Gan, why don't you wait until the next time I record a song album?"

Weekend kindly tried to persuade him again. After all, Gan Peisheng and the others were here to cheer him up, and he couldn't retaliate for kindness.

"It's okay, just record yours and just pretend we don't exist."

Gan Peisheng forcefully waved his hand and leaned back slightly, as if he had never seen anything like this before, and this was just a small scene.

"Okay, then I won't greet the teachers."

Weekend shrugged, they didn't listen, and there was nothing they could do.

In the recording studio, everyone else was watching silently as Weekend took out several suonas of different lengths and sizes from the box.

"Ouch, so many suonas?"

"If I hadn't seen it with my own eyes, I wouldn't have known there were so many kinds of suonas. I've learned a lot!"

"Does it take so many suonas to record a suona album?"

"My dear, I feel like I have never seen so many suonas in my life!"

It was the first time for everyone in the recording studio to see so many suonas at the same time, and they couldn't help but exclaimed.

In addition to the suona, there are also some small items such as qi cards and 吣子, which were carefully taken out by the weekend.

In the eyes of Gan Peisheng and others, Weekend was like a peerless swordsman, wiping his weapons before going into battle.

Suona is the weekend weapon.

Swish.

The next second, the weekend suddenly stood up.

"It's time to start, Teacher Chen."

After saying that, he picked up a suona and entered the recording studio on the weekend.

"coming!"

Gan Peisheng and others watched Chen Li put on the headphones, and after debugging the equipment, they made a gesture to the weekend.

"OK, start!"

Weekend in the recording studio nodded, and then put the suona to his mouth.

After all, it is a professional recording studio, and the sound insulation effect is absolutely first-class.

Gan Peisheng and others sitting outside could only hear the very faint sound of suona.

"The melody sounds a little sad?"

"To be precise, it should be mourning."

"The song is called 'Crying the Emperor'. No wonder the tone is so sad."

Gan Peisheng and others are all musicians, so they couldn't help but start commenting on the song recorded over the weekend.

"Woooooo~"

Just as Gan Peisheng and others started to comment, a burst of intermittent whimpering suddenly came from the recording studio.

"Why are you still crying?"

"Yeah, isn't that a bit exaggerated?"

"The people here are all in their decades, so they won't cry so easily."

Hearing the whimpering, Gan Peisheng and others immediately frowned and began to search for who made the sound.

Soon, they found the culprit - sound engineer Chen Li, because he had changed from whimpering to howling.

“Uuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuu Dad, I am an unfilial son...I didn’t even burn paper money for you during the Qingming Festival..."

"Dad...didn't you like to see beautiful women when you were alive? I will order some beauties for you to burn later...As my son, I didn't take good care of you when you were alive. I can only hope that you can live happily under the Nine Springs. ”

In the recording studio, Gan Peisheng and others looked at each other.

Seeing Chen Li's heartbroken and painful sounds, he was a little confused about the situation.

The weekend suona is so powerful?
"It's true, Lao Chen, how can one suona song make him cry? It's so useless... I don't feel anything at all."

The man who spoke was called Bi Hui, and he was also a well-known creator in the industry.

His words quickly aroused a burst of contempt from Gan Peisheng and others, because Chen Li was wearing monitoring headphones.

"It doesn't hurt your back when you stand and talk. If you have the ability, put on the listening earphones and listen to the end. It won't be too late to say something like this again."

At this time, someone beside him spoke angrily. This person was Chang Ying, who was not very good at dealing with Bi Hui.

The two were in the same rock band in the early years, and the reason why they turned against each other was because they had the same girlfriend at the same time.

"Isn't it just wearing headphones? What's the big deal? I was also into death rock in my early years, so I haven't heard any funeral songs."

Although Bi Hui knew Chang Ying was trying to provoke him, he was still fooled.

He snorted deliberately and picked up another monitoring earphone.

The next second, a mournful suona sound came from the earphones.

This suona sound seems to have a kind of magic power, it is very contagious and can make people cry.

As Bi Hui listened, he couldn't help but think of his old mother who had just passed away, and his nose instantly became sore.

"Mom, how are you doing down there... My son has spent a lot of money on you, so don't be reluctant to spend it..."

"Mom! If you are lacking something down there, remember to tell me in your dream!" "My mother! I haven't repaid you much in this life as a son. In the next life, I will be your son and repay you well!" !!”

In Bi Hui's mind, the old mother's kind voice and smile appeared involuntarily.

The guilt for being the son of a human suddenly surged into his heart, making Bi Hui burst into tears uncontrollably.

Bi Hui's cry of pain surpassed Chen Li's for a moment.

"Dad! My son will still be your son in his next life!"

Chen Li glanced at Bi Hui and wondered what this guy meant. He wanted to compete. Whoever cried louder would be more filial, right?

It's a comparison, who is afraid of who.

The next second, Chen Li began to exert all his energy, holding his neck and crying loudly, overwhelming Bi Hui in one fell swoop.

When Bi Hui looked over, he immediately felt that Chen Li was provoking him. This girl usually had a good relationship with Chang Ying. Was her relationship helping Chang Ying to avenge her injustice or something?

That won't work, two against one, we can't lose even if we lose. Can the masters of Yanjing let you two and Pu Hai bully you?

For a moment, Bi Hui also increased his power again and cried with all his strength.

"Mom! I will be your son in the next life, the next life, and the next life!"

Bi Hui was obviously really trying his best. His face was flushed and his neck was thickened due to excessive exertion.

In the recording studio, Gan Peisheng and the others were dumbfounded.

This situation?
Why does it look more and more like a mourner crying?

When mourners cry in rural areas, there will often be sisters-in-law competing in front of the mourning hall to see who cries more miserably. The one who cries more miserably will be seen as more filial in the eyes of outsiders.

"Lao Ganma, why do I feel that this recording studio suddenly feels a little spooky?"

"Yeah, this weekend is so weird. I recorded an album and almost turned the recording studio into a spiritual studio."

"What's all this called!"

Gan Peisheng couldn't help but look at the weekend in the shed. He was doing well. He could play hard there and nothing happened, but outside it was already a mess.

"Lao Ganma, Lao Chen and Lao Bi seem to be at odds with each other."

"It's best if nothing happens if you keep crying like this. Lao Chen has a slight asthma."

As the saying goes, good spirits do not work, bad spirits.

As soon as the man finished speaking, Chen Li's crying stopped, but the man also began to twitch.

I really have asthma and can't breathe.

"Quickly, get him medicine and call an ambulance."

"Don't blow it over the weekend. If it keeps blowing, people will be dead."

Whispering.

The entire recording studio suddenly became busy, with people helping people, looking for medicine, and making emergency calls.

"Quick, Lao Chen, take a sip."

Soon, someone found Chen Li's asthma medicine and delivered it to him.

Chen Li hadn't completely passed out yet. He grabbed his asthma medicine and quickly took two puffs, and finally regained his breath.

"Bi...Bi Datou, you lose, hahaha!!!"

Who knew that the first thing Chen Li would do as soon as he regained his breath was to mock Bi Hui.

I almost fainted from crying. Do you dare to be worse than me?

I lost?
Although Bi Hui did not have asthma, he was crying so much that he was suffering from a lack of oxygen and his brain could not function at all.

So as soon as Chen Li said he lost, he immediately became anxious.

A gentleman from Yanjing actually lost to a little red guy from Puhai?
How can this be done without being laughed at by my buddies later?
"Chen, please don't bully others too much. It's not clear who will be worse off. Just wait...who will be worse off than whom!"

As Bi Hui spoke, he glanced sadly at the hard willow tabletop. When he finished speaking the last word, he suddenly hit his forehead heavily on the willow tabletop and passed out.

"Lao Bi!!!"

Gan Peisheng and the others were originally surrounding Chen Li, who was suffering from asthma, so they did not allocate manpower to pay attention to Bi Hui.

Therefore, by the time they saw Bi Hui's heroic act of comparing himself to his own suffering, it was already too late.

"Lao Bi, why are you so stupid!"

A few people here just called Lao Bi's name, and Chen Li over there couldn't accept it.

Lost!

I actually lost!
Bi Hui's collision was a complete comeback, and he was defeated in one fell swoop.

Chen Li couldn't accept this cruel reality. In addition, he had just taken a breath, but now he was relieved again.

Suddenly, he rolled his eyes and kicked his legs, and he fainted.

"Old Chen!!!"

The few people here who had just been assigned to take care of Bi Hui, who was even worse, turned around and saw that Chen Li had also fainted.

Swish.

Now they had to run back again. For those who didn't know, they thought they were in a tug of war.

"Dee~ooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooong!"

Fortunately, the ambulance sirens were already ringing downstairs.

At the same time, I just came out of the recording studio on the weekend.

"Fuck, what's wrong?"

I saw several nurses appearing in the recording studio carrying a stretcher. I was a little confused over the weekend. When I entered the studio, wasn't it fine?
Swish!
Gan Peisheng and others immediately looked at the weekend with complex expressions in their eyes.

"If I ask you to record, you just send the sound engineer away, right?"

(End of this chapter)