Showdown, I am the koi of the world of immortality

Tu Nian suddenly became energetic and asked Luo Zhan, "What is the second floor here for?"

"Recording studio." Luo Zhan spoke concisely, for fear of delaying his appreciation of art.

There is even a private recording studio? Tu Nian became even more excited after hearing this: "Can I go up and have a look?"

"Go ahead, the boss treats you as one of his own."

With Luo Zhan's permission, she went straight to the second floor.

The environment on the second floor can be said to be completely different from the first floor. If the first floor is a good place for office, then the second floor is definitely a paradise for creation.

The space here is divided into two parts by the wall of the recording studio. The equipment inside the recording studio is no less than that of Shaohua, while there are countless musical instruments outside the recording studio, most of which are placed on the wall, such as guitars, basses, violins, Flute, etc., and other parts that cannot be mounted on the wall are placed very neatly in a place that does not delay walking.

On the entire second floor, the most noteworthy thing is the Steinway grand piano.

Its finely carved piano legs in the shape of King Louis XV of France, with smooth and graceful curves, are intricately ornate.

The exquisite and exquisite carvings on the music stand and pedals are eye-catching, especially the gorgeous and shiny piano body, with romantic and elegant pattern carvings. The various musical instruments are lifelike, as if they are in the world on the piano.

She tentatively played a set of scales. From the appearance, timbre, and sound quality, this Steinway started at least 400,000 yuan.

With such a beautiful piano so close, how could she not be moved by it?

She carefully sat down in front of the piano, and touched the keys with her fingers as if caressing a lover. The coolness from her fingertips made her almost unable to control herself. Immediately afterwards, a piece of "Nutcracker Waltz" flowed smoothly from her fingertips.

The overture of this piece is delicate and light, the subsequent melody is graceful and dance-like, and finally ends with a melodious and humorous pastoral atmosphere. It is the best way to appreciate Steinway's musical texture.

Not long after she started playing the dance music, and when she was getting better, she didn't notice that someone was standing at the entrance of the stairs.

The man's dark hair just reached his shoulders, and the broken hair on his forehead was stuck between his eyebrows, revealing a pair of rather melancholy clear eyes, and his lips were slightly pale, as if he was weak.

Tu Nian finished playing a piece heartily, but before she could recover from the sound of Steinway's piano, the man's applause reached her ears.

"Even if Clara had personally experienced the Nutcracker's dream, she would probably be nothing more than this when she played this song." His voice seemed to come from the horizon. The timbre was not good, but the breath was long and lingering like an endless stream. past the river.

She was deeply impressed by the voice. When she heard the voice and looked around, it turned out to be Song Chengming.

Seeing this person, she couldn't help but feel a little excited. On the way to get up to meet him, she almost tripped herself.

"Senior Song, you are here too." Tu Nian looked like an innocent little girl in front of him, with a bright smile on his face and a hint of kindness in his every move.

Song Chengming was one of the few extremely gentle men she knew, and she was able to know him thanks to the performance organized by Bo Qiu.

That day, because she had too little rest and her throat was too tired, she could only let others sing the work she had worked so hard to revise.

She stayed backstage, crying in a panic while listening to the song that was supposed to be hers, but she didn't want the song to end. The man actually explained the whole thing clearly.

Her name was clearly imprinted on the song she rewrote, and most of her sadness and regret disappeared instantly.

When he returned, Tu Nian thanked him solemnly and then wrote down his name - Song Chengming.

Song Chengming smiled softly at her: "We all make songs together, so there's no need to be so unfamiliar, just call me by my name."

He was extremely gentle and pure, and now he smiled lightly, like a clean and pure narcissus.

"Your piano skills really amaze me. The same goes for the performance that day. Listening to your performance is always much more interesting than others."

"You're joking." Tu Nian was somewhat embarrassed by his compliment.

Song Chengming walked to the railing on the second floor and looked at the hall. Seeing only Luo Zhan who was lazy, he asked again: "Didn't Boqiu come with you?"

Tu Nian shook his head: "I called last night, but he hasn't responded to me yet. He's probably busy with something."

It's a good thing he didn't reply, otherwise if he asked him what happened, wouldn't he be unable to explain himself?

Tu Nian secretly thought about this and felt a little happy in his heart.

"busy?"

Song Chengming glanced at her doubtfully, but he understood the next moment.

He withdrew his gaze and tried to hide his sadness: "That's right, he just came back from England, so he should be busy with some things."

Tu Nian heard that something seemed wrong in his tone, so she glanced at him quietly, but saw that his expression was as usual, and there was nothing wrong with him. Instead, he quickly rolled up the cuffs of his shirt, took two steps forward and pushed open the door of the recording studio. He motioned to go in with him.

"Since Boqiu is busy and Luo Zhan is used to being lazy, let's do some things for us." He said this and took out a few music books from the cabinet in the recording studio.

Tu Nian took it and took a look. It contained some ethnic singing styles such as Kun Opera and Qin Opera.

She was curious about the use of these music scores, and after asking Song Chengming for a long time, she learned that these were used by Bo Qiu in the creation of new songs, and what they had to do today was to sort out these pieces that expressed similar emotions together.

This job sounds easy, but it is not as simple as imagined.

There is not a word of lyrics in these scores. They have to read the music to sort out the songs with similar emotions. This is almost a kind of torture for Tu Nian who has difficulty empathizing with lyrics and music.

Arrangement begins immediately.

The two of them were immersed in these music scores, which were at least two centimeters thick, and occasionally discussed a few sentences with each other. Song Chengming talked eloquently, but Tu Nian hesitated and couldn't say anything.

After spending two awkward hours like this, Tu Nian looked at Song Chengming and saw that the book was almost finished. He looked at his hand again and saw that the two-finger-thick book was not even halfway through.

What a terrible efficiency gap! She couldn't help but smile bitterly and asked, "How long have you been doing this?"

Song Chengming stopped what he was doing, thought for a moment and then replied: "Such similar things are always done once a year. In terms of the number of times... it's probably from the time Luo Zhan debuted to now."

Luo Zhan makes his debut? Tu Nian thought about the year Luo Zhan debuted, and after roughly calculating it, he couldn't help but asked in surprise: "Including this time, is this the third time?"

Song Chengming nodded.

She was going crazy. If you can't empathize with singing, is it so difficult to even appreciate a music score?

In addition, Song Chengming said before that this work is usually done until the end of the year. So why did he start the work so early this year just to force her to overcome difficulties?