The queen’s wife is on the show, I can’t hide it anymore

Xingxing Chow's studio seemed to have everything, and soon everyone was in a professional recording studio.

After Zheng Yan sat down, he went all out into work, no longer paying attention to external affairs.

Zhou Xingxing, who was sitting next to him, saw this scene, and his brows furrowed slightly.

He has his own unique requirements for this song, hoping that the style of the melody of "Love of My Life" can be more in line with the final scene of the movie.

But before he could make a suggestion, Zheng Yan began to arrange, isn't this a blind job?

Huang Weili's face also changed slightly.

He originally wanted to help guide Zheng Yan on the side.

But now looking at Zheng Yan's appearance, he obviously does not want outsiders to interfere in the arrangement.

Although he understood Zheng Yan's behavior very well, he was still a little uncomfortable in his heart.

You must know that he is the top arranger in China, and many people spend a lot of money to ask him to arrange, but he is not necessarily willing.

Now Zheng Yan is actually unwilling to accept his kindness, is it rare to feel that his arrangement is already strong to the point where no one can point out?

However, neither of them spoke up to make Zheng Yan stop.

After all, this song was originally Zheng Yan's, and how Zheng Yan wanted to make this song, others were not qualified to dictate.

And Zheng Yan is also a top composer, and can also write the top song "The Love of My Life", they still have a little confidence in Zheng Yan in their hearts.

In addition, it is now eleven o'clock, and it is not far from lunch time, so I should practice my hands for Zheng Yan in the morning.

When they ate at noon, they tactfully said their thoughts to Zheng Yan.

Qin Shaoming looked at Zhou Xingxing and Huang Weili on the side and was not angry, silently wiping the cold sweat that did not exist on his forehead.

He knew that Zheng Yan was a technical nerd and did not communicate much with people.

But now this approach is too ignorant of human feelings.

Fortunately, I met Zhou Xingxing and Huang Weili today.

If you meet a person with a slightly smaller temperament, it is estimated that you will hate Zheng Yan from now on.

Zheng Yan occupied the workbench alone, and Zhou Xingxing, who had nothing to do, sat on the sofa and chatted.

But only about twenty minutes later, Zheng Yan, who was immersed in work, stood up with a lazy waist and said to several people:

"It's already done, Director Zhou, you can listen to it and be dissatisfied."

"What????"

"So soon?"

Zhou Xingxing and Huang Weili both stood up in surprise, and their eyes were full of doubt when they looked at Zheng Yan.

If it is an ordinary saliva song, Huang Weili can complete the arrangement in ten minutes.

But this song is not ordinary, and it must conform to the picture in Xingxing Zhou's movie, and the difficulty must be increased by several levels.

How could it be done without hours or even days of modifications!

Zhou Xingxing is also very unoptimistic about Zheng Yan's arrangement.

The song that came out at such a fast speed, he didn't think it would be perfectly integrated with the scene in the movie.

However, Zhou Xingxing didn't say much on the surface, and listened carefully with headphones.

But as soon as he heard the prelude, Zhou Xingxing's sweaty hair stood up, and he glanced at Zheng Yan in surprise.

The sound effects with a distinctly exotic style coming from the headphones turned out to be exactly what he imagined for the song.

Zheng Yan smiled slightly and did not speak.

He also knew his approach before, and he was a little arrogant in the eyes of Zhou Xingxing and Huang Weili.

But he had to rush back to play games in the evening, and he didn't have time to communicate meaninglessly with these two, so he finished the arrangement alone.

Now it seems that his arrangement is still very satisfactory to Zhou Xingxing.

"Let me hear it too."

Huang Weili saw that Zhou Xingxing had been intoxicated and did not speak, and he couldn't help it, and forcibly took off Zhou Xingxing's headphones.

"The arrangement uses harps, hand discs, African drums, sand hammers, flutes... These sounds perfectly construct a desert desolate scene, and at the same time make the style of music more and more gentle and sad, which is really amazing..."

Huang Weili is worthy of being a master arranger, and after listening to it once, he knows what kind of instrument sound effects Zheng Yan uses.

At the same time, his eyes became more and more shocked.

Zheng Yan did not choose a complex arrangement, but only used the sound effects of a few simple instruments.

But just a few simple sound effects fully embody the feeling of desolation and sadness in the desert, and he can't find any improvement!

"Director Zhou, it's in the recording studio anyway, it's better for me to record the main voice of the song directly, and then you can slowly record the harmony."

Zheng Yan saw that Zhou Xingxing and Huang Weili were very satisfied with the song, so he put forward a suggestion while the iron was hot.

"It's time for lunch, why don't we finish lunch and then record?"

Zhou Xingxing was very touched by Zheng Yan's support for his work.

Just looked at the time and found that it was already eleven forty, or tactfully made a suggestion.

"Yes, Zheng Yan, I can't eat hot tofu in a hurry.

You haven't recorded a song before, it's not clear, and studio singing is very demanding on your voice.

Even the best singers have to spend a long time and practice repeatedly to complete a song.

Let's eat first, and then record after eating. Seeing

that Qin Shaoming had finally arrived in his professional field, he hurriedly persuaded Zheng Yan with a gesture of coming over.

He himself often recorded songs, five or six hours at a time, and he thought that he still had some say in this matter.

"Try it, it's not time for dinner anyway."

Zheng Yan smiled and did not refute, but still insisted on his ideas.

Zhou Xingxing saw that Zheng Yan was so stubborn, he could only let Zheng Yan enter the recording studio.

"It's time to start!"

Huang Weili temporarily made a cameo appearance as a sound engineer, and after adjusting the equipment, he made an OK gesture to Zheng Yan.

Zheng Yan heard the accompaniment sound coming from the earphones, and immediately sang it.

He is ready to record successfully in the first pass and must go all out.

"Once upon a time, now, the past will not come again.

Red, fallen leaves, often buried in dust..."

Huang Weili wore headphones since Zheng Yan spoke, and carefully looked for the flaws in Zheng Yan's singing.

But two minutes passed, but he didn't find a single problem with Zheng Yan, and the surprise in his eyes couldn't help but get stronger and stronger.

This level of control can only be achieved by singers whose singing skills have reached the national level.

Zheng Yan is so young and not yet a professional singer, but he can actually achieve this level, which is also too enchanting.

Is there really such a genius in this world?

"Lao Huang, how is Zheng Yan's singing, what should I pay attention to?"

The song ended quickly, and Zhou Xingxing saw that Huang Weili was still in a daze, and he was a little puzzled in his heart.

Isn't it time to point out the wrong place after Zheng Yan finished singing?

What's wrong with Huang Weili not making a sound, does he feel that Zheng Yan is too wrong and embarrassed to point it out?

But it shouldn't be, according to Zheng Yan's level before, there shouldn't be too many mistakes.

"Zheng Yan's recording this time is very perfect, there is nothing to pay attention to."

Huang Weili came back to his senses, swallowed a mouthful of saliva, and said with difficulty.

"It's impossible, Zheng Yan has never told me before that he has recorded a song..."

This time, Qin Shaoming snatched the headphones, said with a face full of disbelief, and listened carefully to Zheng Yan's singing just now.

Then a few minutes passed.

Qin Shaoming also became the same sluggish state as Huang Weili, and his eyes were full of incredulity...