My wife is on the show, I can't hide it anymore

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

After Zheng Yan sat down, he put all his energy into his working state and ignored the affairs of the outside world.

Zhou Xingxing, who was sitting next to him, frowned slightly when he saw this scene.

He has his own unique requirements for this song, and hopes that the style of the melody of "The Love of My Life" can better fit the final scene of the movie.

But before he even made a suggestion, Zheng Yan started to arrange the music. Isn't this just busywork?

Huang Weili's expression also changed slightly.

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

But looking at Zheng Yan's appearance now, it is obvious that he does not want outsiders to intervene in the composition.

Although he understood Zheng Yan's behavior very well, he still felt a little uncomfortable.

You must know that he is a top arranger master in China, and many people pay a lot of money to ask him to arrange music, but he may not be willing.

Now Zheng Yan is actually unwilling to accept his kindness. Is it because he feels that his arrangement is so strong that no one can point it out?
But neither of them made a sound to make Zheng Yan stop.

After all, this song was originally owned by Zheng Yan, and no one else had the right to tell Zheng Yan what to do with this song.

Moreover, Zheng Yan is also a top composer, and he can write the top song "The Love of My Life". They still have a certain degree of confidence in Zheng Yan.

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

When they had lunch at noon, they would tactfully express their thoughts to Zheng Yan.

Qin Shaoming looked at Zhou Xingxing and Huang Weili from the side without getting angry, and silently wiped the cold sweat that didn't exist on his forehead.

He knew before that Zheng Yan was a technical geek and didn't communicate much with others.

But now such an approach is too ignorant of the world.

Fortunately, I met Zhou Xingxing and Huang Weili today.

If he met someone with a slightly narrow mind, he would probably hate Zheng Yan from now on.

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

But only about 10 minutes later, Zheng Yan, who was immersed in his work, stretched and stood up, and said to several people:

"It's finished, Director Zhou, you can listen to whether you are satisfied or not."

"what???"

"So fast?"

Both Zhou Xingxing and Huang Weili stood up in surprise, looking at Zheng Yan with suspicion.

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

But this song is not ordinary, and it has to match the scenes in Zhou Xingxing's movie, so the difficulty has to be increased by several levels.

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

Zhou Xingxing also disliked Zheng Yan's arrangement.

He didn't think that the song that came out at such a fast speed would perfectly blend with the scene in the movie.

But 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 hairs stood on end, and he gave Zheng Yan a surprised look.

The obviously exotic sound effects coming from the earphones completely matched his imagination of the song.

Zheng Yan smiled slightly, but did not speak.

He also knew what he did 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 at night, and he didn't have time to have meaningless exchanges with these two people, so he finished the arrangement by himself.

Now it seems that his arrangement still satisfies Zhou Xingxing.

"Let me listen too."

Seeing that Zhou Xingxing had been intoxicated and not speaking, Huang Weili couldn't help it, and forcibly took off Zhou Xingxing's earphones.

"The arrangement uses harps, handpans, African drums, maracas, and pipe pipes. These sounds perfectly create a scene of desert desolation, and at the same time make the style of music more mellow and sad, which is really amazing."

Huang Weili is worthy of being a master arranger. After listening to it once, he knows what kind of instrument sound effect Zheng Yan used.

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

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

But just a few simple sound effects fully reflected the desolate and sad feeling of the desert, and he couldn't find any improvement!

"Director Zhou, I'm in the recording studio anyway, why don't I just record the main vocal of the song, and then you guys will slowly record the harmony vocals."

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

"It's time for lunch, why don't we record after lunch?"

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

I just looked at the time and found that it was already [-]:[-], so I made a suggestion tactfully.

"That's right, Zheng Yan, I can't eat hot tofu in a hurry.

If you haven’t recorded songs before, it’s not clear that singing in a recording studio has very high requirements for sound.

Even for the best singers, it takes a long time to practice repeatedly to complete a song.

It's better to eat first, and then record after eating. "

Seeing that he had finally reached his professional field, Qin Shaoming hurriedly persuaded Zheng Yan with the attitude of someone who has experienced it.

He himself often records songs, one recording lasts five or six hours, and he thinks he still has a certain 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 own ideas.

Seeing that Zheng Yan was so stubborn, Zhou Xingxing had no choice but to let Zheng Yan into the recording studio.

"It's time to start!"

Huang Weili took a guest role as a recording engineer temporarily. After adjusting the equipment, he gave Zheng Yan an ok gesture.

Zheng Yan heard the accompaniment sound coming from the earphones, and immediately started singing.

He is preparing for a one-time recording success and must go all out.

"The past, the present, the past will never come again.

Red, fallen leaves, often buried in dust."

After Zheng Yan spoke, Huang Weili wore earphones and carefully searched for the flaws in Zheng Yan's singing.

But 2 minutes passed, but he didn't find anything wrong with Zheng Yan, and the surprise in his eyes became more and more intense.

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

Zheng Yan is so young and not yet a professional singer, but he can still do this level, which is too monstrous.

Are there really such geniuses in this world?

"Old Huang, how is Zheng Yan's singing, and what points need to be paid attention to?"

The song ended soon, and Zhou Xingxing felt a little puzzled when he saw that Huang Weili was still in a daze.

After Zheng Yan finished singing, shouldn't he point out the mistakes?

What happened to Huang Weili's silence? Could it be that he felt that Zheng Yan made too many mistakes and was embarrassed to point them out?

But it shouldn't be. According to Zheng Yan's previous level, 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.

"Impossible, Zheng Yan never told me that he recorded a song before."

This time it was Qin Shaoming who grabbed the earphones, said something with disbelief on his face, and listened carefully to Zheng Yan's singing just now.

Then a few minutes pass.

Qin Shaoming also turned into the same blank state as Huang Weili, his eyes full of disbelief