Across the literary and art world

Chapter 202

Read the book a hundred times, and its meaning will manifest itself.Repetition is the best teacher.

Because of Fang Lun's repeated practice and hard work on the twelve songs of this album, the efficiency of re-singing is obvious to all.

In the recording room of Starlight Music, the postures of all the staff are in a relaxed state, and the standard studio has called a stop before 1 minute.Regardless of whether they are in charge of musical instruments or those in charge of instruments, the smiles on the faces of the staff present are colorful, such as excitement, liberation, satisfaction, pride, sigh... and the joy of receiving the promise of generous bonuses.

There's a reason they have rich faces.Four 10 minutes ago, under the direction of the president's spirit, under the wise command of Mr. Lin and Director Yang, under the outstanding talent and hard work of the main character Fang Lun, and in the unity of all staff, Lin Feng made every effort to create , the auditory part of Fang Lun's new album sung by himself has been completed.

After the completion, at the request of Mr. Lin, who was cautious and demanding, the finished song was played again. Everyone was shocked by the intoxicating beauty and heartbreaking beauty. These beautiful songs of this level are actually from our Made by hand, the staff are extremely proud.Amidst this pride, Yang Li remained calm, and with a semblance of reason, he announced the president's decision, the award of the bonus, and the time to be determined.

Although it is to be determined, it will be given or not; the names of the staff members on the back of the album will also be engraved, although many people may not pay attention to it, but it is better than nothing, and we should be satisfied.With fame and fortune, how can we not make it more complicated to express happiness, there are not many opportunities like this in life.

"Everyone be quiet." After Yang Li finished his announcement and gave everyone a certain buffer time, Lin Feng picked up the microphone and said.

The sound of the stereo overwhelmed the human voice, the room fell silent, and the eyes focused on Lin Feng.

"The time has come to this moment. Although it is not too long, we have all worked hard. Today, just now, the [-] songs that have been produced have been tested and affirmed by everyone. They can be presented to the public. So , I announce that the recording and production of Fang Lun's new album is a complete success."

The applause, the expected applause, sounded on time.

What's after a party like no other?The aftertaste is endless, and I am eager to come back again... No, it is not, it is the mess and garbage produced after cleaning up the party, and the spirit is based on reality.

After the applause, it is natural to do what to do, the instrument needs to be boxed, the instrument needs to be powered off, the staff is packing up, and then they will not use this room for the time being, after checking and putting away the things they are responsible for, everyone Each is busy.

When everyone was busy, Fang Lun and Yang Li were sending Lin Feng downstairs.

"Mr. Lin, these days are really hard." Yang Li smiled at Lin Feng as he walked.

"It's the way it should be." Lin Feng waved his hands.

"Hehe. Sir, this is a little thought from our President Zhong, a heart in the nature of a red envelope, to celebrate the completion of the recording of the song, everyone has it, although it is a little small, but please accept it." Yang Li smiled and took it out of his pocket. a bank card.

"Thank you for President Zhong's kindness for me, but I can't accept this card. In this way, invite everyone to dinner, and treat it as an apology for everyone because I ate box lunch." Lin Feng smiled and said.

"This……"

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"Okay, then I will thank you sir for everyone." After a few back and forth verbal contests, Yang Libu insisted on putting the card away.

"Mr. Lin, the recording of the song has been completed, and the MV has made such great progress, but the album has not yet been named. Please enlighten me, sir." After the conversation between Yang Li and Lin Feng was over, Fang Lun asked road.

"Huaxia Feng No. [-], you are not happy?" Lin Feng asked with a smile.

"Sir, I originally planned to use Huaxia Feng No. [-], but the name of this album, which can be said to be Ququ's main title, doesn't seem too...not very elegant." After thinking for a long time, Fang Lun organized his wording and said .

"Oh, let's add it later, Huaxia Feng No. [-]: Twelve Flowing Gold." Lin Feng said casually, and decided on the name of this album.

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The sky was full of stars outside the window, and the lights in the room were flickering. Lin Feng was sitting in front of the computer, the sound of the speakers beside him was moderately tuned, and the finished version of the MV was playing on the screen, which was just sent by Huanyu Music.It was already dark when we left Starlight Music Company. After taking a taxi back home, after a simple dinner, Lin Feng continued to transport until Director Ji just sent the completed MVs of the two title songs.

Feeling the music tilting out of the stereo, and watching the MV slowly moving forward on the screen, Lin Feng gave the Illusion Company a high score. Although only the MV of two songs came out, this must combine time and In terms of quality, the plot probably arrived in the hands of Illusory Language Company early in the morning. Of course, it is not ruled out. Tang Yun sent it to them last night to let them prepare, but even so, the speed is extremely fast.

Move the mouse to play the missed MV again. This time, Lin Feng watched it with a scrutiny attitude. Although he doesn’t know much about this aspect, the art is the same. Use the feeling of music to imagine the picture and compare it. It is still possible to show that you are responsible and just pick a few faults.

After 10 minutes, Lin Feng read the typed text again and sent it to Director Ji. After reviewing it several times, Lin Feng felt that the two MVs were good. Of course, there might be faults, but he couldn't pick them out. Don't pretend to understand when you don't understand, because you can't help but be irresponsible to you and others.So Lin Fengzhi asked a few innocuous questions, and he still found them from the music.

After receiving the message that Supervisor Ji would make good corrections, Lin Feng ignored it and devoted himself to being the moving ambassador of the two worlds.The songs of the two albums are about to be completely recorded, and only Tang Yun'er's revisions are left. Lin Feng is not responsible for the MV. He only needs to do it all over again after checking.The uncomplicated life becomes simpler.

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The years flow from the fingers, and the days pass by.

These days, words, influences, and singing turned into flowing water, wrapped around Lin Feng for a few laps, and then gradually faded away without stopping.It's just that the river also has its end. After [-] days in July, the two albums were finalized with a lot of inadvertence and some people's care.

"what."

Walking out of the house, Lin Feng stretched his waist on the lawn that became golden under the setting sun in the community. Since Fang Lun finished recording the song in the past few days, Lin Feng has hardly gone out except for the unshakeable morning exercise in the morning. He is at home every day The great moving business is going on inside, and I occasionally go to Lin's father and Lin's mother to stay for a while.

A day in the mountains is a thousand years in the world.After stretching, Lin Feng raised his head to look at the sky, lowered his head to look at the ground, and looked around. Suddenly, there was such a feeling in his heart. This kind of feeling, Lin Feng doesn't have the feeling of Lan Ke.

Walking around in the neighborhood and moving his heavy body, Lin Feng looked up at the setting sun and spit out a sentence.

"It will be a while before I can watch the sunset in Wind City."

After sighing, Lin Feng withdrew his gaze, walked around, and had dinner outside today.

Under the setting sun, the tree where Lin Feng stood had a sunset flower, reflecting Lin Feng's steps rubbing on the lawn and the setting sun, a beautiful ink painting.

In the starry editor's room, under the bright but not dazzling lights, Chen Zhuo slowly sips the rich tea, watching the computer and browsing the web idly, looking very leisurely.

Recently, he is indeed very free. Originally, as the editor-in-chief, he didn't have to read so many manuscripts and documents like the editors below, but as the editor-in-chief, he had to think about other things, so he was not as free as the editor-in-chief.

But recently, it’s different. Because of Lin Feng, Lin Feng and Fanxing Publishing have co-published several books that are very popular. The always busy work can now wait for you to enter the urn.

Drop drop, drop drop!
Chen Zhuo was taken aback, put down the cup in his hand, straightened up and opened the beating message box.This time is his working time, and the ee that can sound is a matter of work, and work cannot be sloppy.

"Hey, Mr. Lin, the poem is finished, okay." Moving the mouse, Chen Zhuo said to himself.

"A flowering tree? The title of this poem is quite strange." Chen Zhuo clicked on the document and read it word by word.

"How to let you meet me, at my most beautiful moment, for this, I have been praying for 500 years in front of the Buddha, begging the Buddha to let us form a relationship, the Buddha then turned me into a tree, growing in your will By the side of the road, under the sun, flowers are carefully blooming, and every flower is my longing from the previous life..."

As the reading progressed, Chen Zhuo involuntarily stretched out his hand to the teacup, picked up the cup of strong tea and took a big sip to refresh himself.

These words must be seen one by one and read accurately.

After finishing the whole poem, Chen Zhuo re-read it again, savoring it carefully, as if he was about to read it deep.A short poem, from the beginning to the end, only a few hundred words, overflowing with a faint special charm, the decisiveness in the plain, makes people want to read deeply.Chen Zhuo was intoxicated.

"This is a beautiful poem." After reading it again, looking at the words arranged according to a certain pattern on the screen, Chen Zhuo commented, from the perspective of his editor-in-chief.

"It seems that behind this, there is a somewhat poignant love story. The result of love does not follow the fairy tale. There is a happy ending. After loving, looking forward to, and hurting, but still not regretting it. Is there such a love? After reading it several times, Chen Zhuo analyzed "A Blooming Tree" in his heart, and muttered to himself.

"Besides, is this love something that a 17-year-old boy can understand and write?"

　Second more.

　　Sorry for being late.It took a long time to write, this chapter, half a turning point, is a bit laborious.

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