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"Don't worry, I will pay attention." Hu Yibao said with a chuckle, and left the recording studio directly.

Lin Dong, who was waiting outside, saw Hu Yibao coming out, and immediately opened the recording studio dedicated to recording music for Hu Yibao.

Into the recording studio.

After turning on the relevant equipment, Hu Yibao put on the headset and said to Lin Dong.

"Get ready to start!"

1 minutes later.

Gentle music rang in Hu Yibao's ears.

After that, a soft singing sound came from Hu Yibao's mouth.

"I want to see you smile and want to fight with you

want to hold you in my arms

Last second, blushing and arguing

You can make up by turning around in the next second."

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Chapter 259 Sing Ten Songs in a Row

Chapter 259

After singing.

Hu Yibao turned his head and looked at Lin Dong through the glass.

Lin Dong immediately made a gesture and said at the same time, "Mr. Hu, it's quite perfect, the next song is a cut plum!"

"Get ready, give me a sign."

One time is like one time, Hu Yibao took a deep breath, cleared his throat, and then gave Lin Dong an OK sign.

Slightly closing his eyes, the strength of the God of Songs not only allows Hu Yibao to switch his voice at will, but also allows him to quickly enter the rhythm of the music.

A few seconds later, Yijianmei's music rang softly in Hu Yibao's ear.

The gentle and fluttering singing voice slowly sounded in the recording studio.

"True love is like a vast grassland, layers of wind and rain cannot block

There will always be clouds and sunrise, and the sun will shine on you and me

The true love is like a plum blossom, the cold and snow cannot be drowned

Blooming on the coldest branch, seeing spring coming to you and me"

Lin Dong was outside, listening to Hu Yibao's singing, also with his eyes closed, with an expression of great enjoyment on his face.

As Hu Yibao's singing continued slowly, in Lin Dong's mind, a picture of a cold plum standing alone in the snow appeared, and it even reminded him of the coldness of winter.

"This is music!"

"Hey! It would be great if we could record Mr. Hu Yibao's songs every day!"

As the person in charge of the recording studio, Lin Dong finally let his tortured ears hear the song he wanted to hear.

A cut of plum music fell.

Lin Dong immediately opened his eyes, gestured to Hu Yibao, and said, "Mr. Hu."

"Over and over again."

"Get ready for the next song, Chrysanthemum Terrace!"

Lin Dong looked down at the lyrics, and it was another Huaxia style.

Not long after, Hu Yibao's low and melancholy singing voice slowly rang in his ears.

"Your tears are weak and wounded

The pale crescent moon hooks the past

The night is too long, it condenses into frost