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Chapter 196 Feelings
With two-thirds of the day left, Twelve Lang's Twelve should be able to take a few more steps forward, and should be able to turn on more green lights on the way to the completion of the album.

Taxi driving on the road is inconspicuous in the vast traffic flow, and the flourishing words have not been verified between Lin Feng and the taxi. Now, as a celebrity, Lin Feng has not changed the taxi, and the car is still ordinary. Tong, in the traffic flow on this road, there are so many cars, it is not conspicuous.

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After paying the money, Lin Feng got out of the taxi and saw Yang Li who had been waiting at the door for some time.

"Director Yang, it's really hard work. I even made a special trip to greet him. How can I bear it!" Lin Feng took two steps, and he saw Lin Feng walking quickly to meet Yang Li, and said.

"Mr. Lin, you are being polite. This is as it should be. Mr. Fang Lun has worked so hard to come and go so many times for our company's album. It is as it should be for my company to let me come down to greet him." Yang Li smiled and said.

"Hehe, you're being polite." Lin Feng smiled and didn't continue this topic, we have to be right for the face he gave us, "Director Yang is probably tired after standing for so long, let's go up. "

"Hey, okay, let's go up. Mr. Lin, please." Yang Li nodded, and made a slight gesture of invitation.

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recording room.

In the position of monitoring and commanding, Lin Feng sat upright with a serious expression.

Beside the door, Yang Li looked at everything in the field with great interest, especially listening carefully to every point that Lin Feng said, and melted it into his own through learning, understanding, and understanding.Learn from time to time, grow stronger in learning, and live better and better, sometimes it's that simple.

"Fang Lun, you have to pay attention. The second word of these few sentences must be bitten harder. It should not sound the same as the previous one. This song is difficult. You don't have to pay special attention to every sentence I told you at the beginning. Each of the several voice transitions must be done carefully, and must be done." Lin Feng said into the microphone.

In the recording room, Fang Lun was listening to the voice in his ears while his brain was running at high speed. He was trying to think and digest every point that Lin Feng said, frowning and stretching from time to time.

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"Okay, Fang Lun, try again, all departments are ready."

"start."

The faint prelude moves forward in the harmony of the zither and pipa, with heavy strings percussing from time to time, and dense drums knocking on the heart.

"The sun shines through the window at the beginning of the dawn, and the west bridge clouds shake themselves. I think of the corners of your clothes that were gently swaying in the lotus wind. The wood carvings flowed golden and the years rippled. I look forward to returning home..."

The ups and downs of the rock-falling melody is majestic and majestic. Compared with the sad and beautiful lyrics in the lyrics, the feelings of mourning for the lover for many years are expressed in this morning, slowly flowing out of the heart, calm and calm There is infinite sorrow under the dark waves of the water.

"I was wandering in the world, and I couldn't find your paradise. I put the mirror in the east and the west, and wished I could forget it. It was the Qingming rain again, and the chrysanthemum was sent to your side, and I sang your favorite song softly. exist……"

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After Fang Lun finished singing, Lin Feng nodded, and after several corrections, he was finally able to listen to it.Lin Feng suddenly hesitated in his heart. He carried so many good songs for Fang Lun in one breath. Is it right or wrong? If it continues, it will be very difficult for Fang Lun to improve his level in the future!
Lin Feng's thoughts didn't last long. Fang Lun's expectant eyes in the recording room and the silence of everyone in the recording room silently reminded him that it was time to speak.

"Fang Lun, you sang well on Qingmingyu this time. You have noticed many important points in it. It's just that you have to pay attention to the fact that there is no vibrato in the last few lines of the chorus. In addition, when you sing, you have to have a sense of emotion. This kind of feeling that has been suppressed for a long time cannot be simply looking for and longing, but also longing that has been suppressed for a long time, and once expressed, um, how should I put it, this is a kind of catharsis fermented by time..."

Lin Feng babbled on for a long time, and gave the order to start again in terms of skills and emotions.

With the flow of the accompaniment, Fang Lun slowly slowed down his breathing, imagined the picture with his heart, and felt the deep yearning.

"The sun shines through the window at the first dawn and the west bridge clouds shake. I think of the corners of your clothes that were gently swaying in the lotus wind, and the golden years of the woodcarving. I sealed my pen seven years ago, because I only spend my penis for you in this life..."

Fang Lun gave his voice to his skills and heart. Compared with before, his yearning seems to be stronger.

"I was wandering in the world, and I couldn't find your paradise. I put the mirror in the east and the west, and I wish I could forget it... It's the Qingming rain again, and the chrysanthemum will be sent to your side, and I will sing your favorite song softly. "

The majestic singing and accompaniment gradually fade away in the low-pitched accompaniment and voice. No matter how heroic life is, it needs a touch of tenderness to reflect it. Singleness is never life.

"Okay, is the song recorded?" Lin Feng nodded and asked the staff beside him.

The staff in charge of the recording obviously didn't react immediately because of the poignant beauty of the singing. After Lin Feng yelled it a second time, he finally woke up. He was still working, and he obviously found the wrong time and place.

"Report to Mr. Lin, the recording has been completed."

"Well, save it and prepare for the next song." Lin Feng nodded and gave him an order alone.

After speaking, Lin Feng picked up the microphone again.

"Attention everyone, this song on Qingming Rain is over, let's move on to the next song later. After recording the next song, we will have a break and eat."

"Fang Lun's song is the ninth song recorded in the album, do you have any thoughts?" Lin Feng asked Fang Lun who came to sit beside him.

"Impressions? Mr.'s songs are really well written. Each capital can reach the level of three talents, but it is really difficult. I have sung nine songs, but I feel like I have sung several styles. Each style They are all worthy of deep study, and I really learned a lot. Like the song Hongchen Inn, the low-pitched hysteria in the chorus, the consistency of the Lanting Preface Rap and the chorus, and the fresh and refined ink painting... ..." Fang Lun said after pondering for a while.

"It seems that you have a lot of thoughts. Hehe, yes, there are four styles in the recorded songs. It is no exaggeration to say that breaking up these songs and finding suitable people can create at least four styles. A top-notch popular singer." Lin Feng smiled and said something that some people may think is overconfident.

Fang Lun did not doubt the authenticity of Lin Feng's words, he is also a musician and he understands the weight of these songs.Both geniuses and ordinary people may be arrogant, arrogant, and bragging, but the biggest difference between geniuses and ordinary people is that geniuses do these things based on real facts and their own strength, while ordinary people do it out of whimsy, Even bragging one thinks about trying later, and one just forgets, just saying it for the sake of saying it.

　First more.

　　Word count problem, make up on Friday, sorry everyone.

　　
　
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