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Chapter 189
After passing by and staying for a while, it always feels different to come back some days later.

Although Lin Feng had never paid attention to the corridor leading to the recording studio, he had walked back and forth several times. Although he had never met him before, he was always a little familiar.People have a large brain capacity, but that’s all they can use, and those who can’t use it always like to secretly imprint some traces of their past, jumping out inadvertently, making you inexplicably familiar.

At this moment, everyone was processing their work in their own positions, and it was not the time to send documents, so there were not many people in the corridor.Lin Feng and the two were moving towards the recording studio.

"Mr. Lin, please forgive me for asking. The production of the empire is about to start. Many people are preparing for it. How is your preparation?" Yang Li asked.

"Preparation work, thank you Director Yang for your concern, it's okay." Lin Feng was startled and said.He who is always ready has no concept of preparation.

"Hehe, Mr. Lin is still so humble. The courage and enthusiasm of the songs such as "Being the Cold Wind for You and Me" have proved how well prepared you are." Yang Li smiled and flattered wildly.

Lin Feng smiled, but didn't answer the words. Yang Li had already said that, so what else could he say.

People's associative ability is very rich, especially for some people who think that the mind is a processing factory, and the plots and events in the mind are processed and supplemented in the brain, and the product is a fantasy combined with reality and one's own subjective impression.This phenomenon is commonly known as brain supplementation.

At this moment, Yang Li's behavior is very similar.

"Mr. Lin, the good production will end soon after it starts, what's going on with your studio's preparations?" Yang Li asked the importance of today's impromptu production, which was a hallway talk, seemingly unintentionally but intentionally.

Starlight Music is very worried, worried that Lin Feng will be taken over by other companies and will not start studio construction.Because in this way, they will have one less good partner, and one more friend who has unparalleled talent and is popular in the same industry.

It's over before it starts. Lin Feng is extremely admired by the leap of thinking in Yang Li's words.

"The studio is almost ready, we just wait for the official announcement of the end of the production of Empire Good." But Lin Feng still replied.

"Oh, that's it. Then congratulations to Mr. Lin, I wish Mr. Lin a prosperous business!" Yang Li congratulated after getting a satisfactory answer.

"Business is booming? Let's borrow a good word from Director Yang." Lin Feng laughed.In fact, Lin Feng really didn't care if his business was booming or not. What he cared about was spreading advanced music culture and civilization from another world, and of course earning some money to support his family.

squeak!
Yang Li quickly took two steps, and opened the door of Fang Lun's recording studio first.

"Mr. Lin, please come in."

"Thank you." Lin Feng said politely.

As soon as he approached the door, there was a burst of carefree and unrestrained singing, it was the carelessness in the Jianghu inn, it was the taste of the great hermit who was not in the court but was hiding in the rivers and lakes.

"Idle clouds, wild cranes and ancient temples, fast horses fighting in the rivers and lakes, nothing more than fame and fortune. How can a person with a country in his heart be happy and unrestrained, I just want to share the glory with you, who will laugh when the sword is out of the sheath,... The wind of the Red Dust Inn Like a knife, the sudden rain falls and fate strikes, whoever is the leader in the martial arts world is the coquettish, but I only bend my waist for you..."

Fang Lun did not record in the recording room, but was with the musicians, practicing with the accompaniment, when he heard the sound from the door, everyone who was working and practicing suddenly stopped, and the music suddenly stopped.Everyone turned their attention to the two uninvited guests by the door.

"Mr. Lin, Director Yang." Fang Lun hastily put down the paper with the lyrics in his hand and greeted him.

"Don't be too nervous, I came here on a whim. Fang Lun, how is the practice going?" Lin Feng nodded and asked with a smile.

"I think it's okay. According to your guidance, I have practiced every day for the past two days, and I feel that I have made a lot of progress." Fang Lun said.

"Well, good, very confident. It's just why you still have to hold the lyrics. Haven't you memorized the lyrics after all these times?" Lin Feng nodded first, and then said something different from what he said before.

Although Fang Lun was taken aback by Lin Feng's sharp turn, he still answered in an orderly manner.

"Mr. Lin, it's like this. In this song Hongchen Inn, I always memorize some parts of the lyrics. I took the lyrics to practice more in the places where I mixed them up."

"Oh, that's right. Then follow your method and get the lyrics down as soon as possible. Well, it's better to hit the day than to choose another day. You can sing all these songs for me, and I'll see your results. If possible, let's move on to the next few songs. I'll take it as if I'm here for work today." Nodding, Lin Feng said.

"Yes, Mr. Lin. I'll prepare right away." Fang Lun nodded solemnly.

"Director Yang, please tell everyone that work has started." After Fang Lun went to prepare, Lin Feng said to Yang Li beside him.

"Okay. Pay attention, everyone. Due to various reasons, today may be the real recording of the first five songs of Fang Lun's new album. Everyone must pay attention. Obey the command and work hard." After hearing Lin Feng's words, Yang Li went up Qian Lang said in a loud voice, and made up two slogans.

……

After hearing Yang Li's words, all the staff members began to get nervous and careful, checking their own stuff, this is about to be recorded?It didn't take ten days and half a month. Alas, the expectations of working part-time are not as good as those of cooperators.

Five minutes later, all the tasks had been rearranged, and Fang Lun also stood in the recording room.

Putting on the earphones, Lin Feng pointed his mouth at the microphone.

"The melody of this song is relatively fast, you have to grasp it well, let's start."

The soft sound of the piano sounded faintly in the background. After [-] seconds, a drum set broke in beating on the shelf, and jazz began to cheer on the sidelines.Such a wonderful prelude is beating and hitting people's nerves.

"The ancient Babylonian king promulgated the Code of Hammurabi, engraved on black basalt,...but I quietly admire your face that I love so much, priests, temples, battles, bows and arrows, whose past, like it The scene where you belong to me in the crowd,... when the ancient civilization is only left with incomprehensible prophecies..."

Silently listening to the song "Love in BC", Lin Feng nodded secretly. If there is no problem with the chorus part, the first level of the first song is basically passed.

The clay tablets of love spanning thousands of years on the Mesopotamian plains have a strong fantasy temperament, the subtle and perfect fusion of exotic customs, western trends and oriental Chinese styles. The unique imaginative space is consistent with historical civilization. This is the fantasy flowing out of the notes, which is endless aftertaste.

"My love for you was written in B.C., buried deep in the Mesopotamian plains. After dozens of centuries, it was unearthed and discovered. The writing on the clay tablet is still clearly visible,...the forever is inscribed in cuneiform characters, that has been The oath that has been weathered for thousands of years, everything is happening again..."

The singing fades away and the accompaniment fades away.

When the sound finally stopped, Lin Feng looked at the recording situation of the staff beside him, and shouted.

"Come on, next song, Broken Bridge and Remnant Snow. Let's start."

Following Lin Feng's instructions, some low-pitched music played slowly, including Saibei flute and Jiangnan leaf whistle.

Instead of using the voice of "Love in BC" just now, Fang Lun's voice became deeper, with a hint of melancholy, and the two partings came quietly with the singing.

"The butterfly with broken wings and dead leaves that can't find flowers will never see withering. The eaves of the small bridge under the night in the south of the Yangtze River... Has it ever snowed on the broken bridge? I look at the lake. ...If there is no chance to see you again, the Baidi Liulian will cry several times..."

"Well, yes, it has a different taste, a hazy version of sad broken bridges and snow, you can pass."

"Prepare for the next song Thousands of Miles Away."

"ready, go."

"The eaves are like cliffs and the wind chimes are like the sea. I'll wait for the swallows to return. The time is arranged to play an accident. You go away quietly...I send you away thousands of miles away, you are silent and black and white...I send you away beyond the horizon, are you still there? , the origin of the sound of the zither is hard to guess, it takes a lifetime to wait..."

"Okay, okay, pass, next song, Hongchen Inn."

"...Who is the leader in Ren Wulin, but I just bow down for you. You look back at me so tenderly that I smile with tears in my eyes. Xiao Xiaojian unsheathed his grievances in the wind of wine and flags."

"Okay, come on, the fifth piece, Lanting Preface."

Soft accompaniment, gentle but hoarse voice,

"Lanting's calligraphy is like flowing clouds and flowing water, and your heart is as thin as your footsteps when you push the door under the moon. It has nothing to do with Fengyue. I will preface it and wait for you to return. When you hang up your pen, there are thousands of waves on the shore. No matter how you interpret the words of love, no matter how you write it, it doesn't matter...Rain Playing banana leaves and chilling for a few nights, I'll wait for Chunlei to remind you who you love."

"Ka, but, do it again, Fang Lun, the connection between the rap part and the chorus part after that should be tighter, do it again."

……

"...The rain hit the banana leaves for a few nights, I'll wait for Chunlei to remind you who you love."

"Yes, the correction is very good, pass."

The five songs that Fang Lun mastered that day, under Lin Feng's guidance and Fang Lun's own efforts, finally passed the four consecutive songs, and then got stuck for a while and passed smoothly, completing five of the twelve songs. Only more than 40 minutes have passed by the time, and the combination of hard work and talent is always amazing.

"Technical staff, post-process the five songs that have just been recorded. Fang Lun, come here and let's talk about the sixth song." Lin Feng ordered.

When Fang Lun walked up to him, Lin Feng picked up the paper with the sixth song printed on it and started explaining the new song.

"Fang Lun, the style of this song is very different from the previous ones. Although they basically belong to the same Chinese style, but their types are different, this song is different from the previous ones. There are many similarities or interlinkages between the songs. You can master all the methods in one way, learn to correct and improve, but you can’t learn much from other songs in this song. Pay special attention to the difference and tone in the singing and intonation of this song. The first few singing styles..."

　Second more.

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