The host of fast travel, she always wants to be lazy

Chapter 88 President, Let’s Sing Together (13)

After Qiao Rong entered the recording room, she stood up from the wheelchair.

She put on the earphones, and after waiting for a while, the accompaniment sounded in her ears.

She followed the rhythm and sang softly in her own way.

The ethereal and misty singing sounded along with the accompaniment.

The producer was shocked the moment he heard the singing, and then he was immersed in this wonderful artistic conception unknowingly. He didn't recover until the song ended.

The moment he woke up, he blurted out: "Qiao Rong, you are blind, so you understand the true meaning of life?"

Qiao Rong blinked: "What?"

The producer instantly realized what he had just said.

He coughed twice in embarrassment: "It's nothing, I mean you feel good this time, you have abandoned most of the techniques, and you can sing the mood I mentioned earlier, you did a good job."

Qiao Rong was slightly relieved to hear his praise.

She was still a little nervous when she officially sang for the first time.

The producer played the song just recorded again, nodded with satisfaction, and said, "Although the artistic conception is beautiful now, it still lacks a sense of sadness."

Qiao Rong wondered: "The feeling of sadness?"

Producer: "What you just sang was just enjoyable, but not to the point of making people want to be sad."

Qiao Rong was puzzled and said, "How can you make people feel sad?"

The producer was silent for a while, and said, "Just try singing while thinking about the sad things you've been through."

With that said, he started playing the accompaniment again.

Qiao Rong stood there, a little at a loss.

She carefully searched the memories in the original master's brain, as well as her own memories in the fairy world, and found that she seemed to be very happy all the time, and there was nothing sad.

After stumbling through the song this time, before the producer could speak, Qiao Rong took the initiative to confess: "Brother Fang, I don't seem to have any sad experiences."

The producer was silent, not knowing whether to cry or laugh.

He was a little puzzled: "You have grown up so much, have you ever wanted to cry?"

Qiao Rong blinked: "Uh..."

The producer tentatively asked: "For example, this time, you are blind, don't you feel sad?"

Qiao Rong thought for a while, and said honestly, "It's okay, I'm not very sad."

Producer:……

He was willing to believe that the girl had no more sorrows!
He reluctantly comforted: "It's okay, you just think about it for a while, think about everything from childhood to adulthood, and then record when you think of it."

Qiao Rong: "..."

She stood in the recording room for a while, searching her guts, and finally remembered something that made her want to cry.

Qiao Rong liked to collect all kinds of spherical things since he was a child.

Later, when she lived in seclusion on that hill alone, she put all the balls she collected from everywhere in a well-decorated small room, and when she was free, she liked to turn into the original shape and roll among these balls.

But one morning, when she entered that room, she was shocked to find that all the balls were gone.

She searched the whole mountain in disbelief, but found nothing.

Those balls seemed to disappear out of thin air, completely missing.

Finally, Qiao Rong returned to that room exhausted, sat on the ground with her knees hugged, staring blankly at the entire empty space, her eyes were moist, and the tip of her nose was red.

But helpless.

That sad and helpless emotion seems to be still felt now.

……

Withdrawing from the memory, Qiao Rong pursed her lips and said, "Brother Fang, I feel something."

The producer was instantly pleasantly surprised: "Good! Good! Let's try it out!"

Qiao Rong took a sip of water, moistened her throat, and nodded.

After recording this time, the producer is very satisfied.

He played back the song he had just recorded, and sighed while immersing himself in it: "This song is going to be popular...it's going to be popular..."

(End of this chapter)