Frontline: Goddesses are meant to be petted

"I've asked someone to make a guide. Of course, you still need to fill in the lyrics yourself. You can listen to it first to get a feel for the overall feeling of the song." The producer said, and moved the mouse to click on another file.

It is a female voice that tends to be clear and crisp, and she sang the lyrics impromptu, but it adds a sweet factor to the pure melody, and the voice hummed softly with a nasal voice makes people feel the spring that the composer wants to express. taste.

"Would you like to listen to other songs?" The producer asked a little friendly, perhaps because of Ruoyun, he had an inexplicable feeling of wanting to take care of this girl wearing a mask.

"Is there a guide when Ruoyun is recording?" Yin Han noticed that there was a document indicating Ruoyun, and was somewhat curious.

"Well, but I don't use it much. Most of Ruoyun's songs are self-composed, and the tone of the songs doesn't need to be set by others." The producer shook his head, "You should check it out yourself, it's good to be familiar with it. "

The file classified Ruoyun's albums over the years, Yin Han's eyes lit up, and she selected the first file, which contained some audio files about Her Lady Queen's debut album, and she looked at the producer.

"Many of them are from the beginning of the recording, and you have heard the finished product." Yin Han put on the earphones and pressed the left button of the mouse. After a short period of noise, the first note fell into her ear, which was a Female voice, the background female voice that only appeared in Ruoyun's first album.

The difference from what I heard before is that this time she hummed the whole piece completely. Unlike Ruoyun's slightly deep voice, the female voice is very clear, with a unique brilliance. A lyrical song defined as sadness, on the contrary, has a kind of freedom and ease that clears away the fog. It seems that this kind of singing should be the original appearance of this song.

Yin Han frowned, and clicked on the next file. Sure enough, the guide of the next song was also her, and it was also a completely different version from Ruoyun. The suspicion in his heart was getting bigger and bigger. Yin Han took off his earphones and looked at Producer sitting aside.

"Do you know who the guide of Ruoyun's debut album is?"

"Ah, you're talking about her." The producer raised his eyebrows, "I'd like to know too, but unfortunately it's a secret." As if remembering something, the producer's face was filled with regret.

"Didn't you make it?" Yin Han was inexplicably anxious. She really hated the feeling that she was about to catch something but couldn't achieve it.

"Ruoyun gave this to me. At that time, she said she hoped to re-record it. So, strictly speaking, Ruoyun might just be a cover singer of these songs." The producer spread his hands, expressing that there was nothing he could do.

"Don't think too much, get a good grasp of the feeling, and write down your part of the lyrics as soon as possible." Breaking the somewhat silent atmosphere, the producer patted his head, and finally remembered the business.

"Well, don't deliberately imitate other people's styles, imagine the whole song as a small conversation between you and Ruoyun, and write down what you want to say to Ruoyun naturally, and it will meet the standard of this song." The producer noticed Yin Han's frown and reminded him kindly.

Yin Han nodded, biting the pen lightly, what did Ruoyun want to say? She has written quite a few handwritten letters like this in the past few years. From the very beginning, she carefully expressed her love and support for Her Majesty the Queen. Until recently, she just naturally told Ruoyun, who was often disconnected, to take good care of herself.

Yin Han closed his eyes, and the memories of the past six years flashed through his mind like a slide show, because he was really by her side for a long time, and it seemed that he had already said all he should and wanted to say, but every time he saw her She, thinking of her, always has something to say from her heart, she wants to express her determination to go on with her, she wants to confess that she likes Her Lady Queen very much, she, whether as Yin Han or bunny , I want to say the words of my whole life in her ear.

The tip of the pen lightly slid across the paper, Yin Han wrote very seriously, occasionally he would be slightly stunned, and then carefully circled the previous lyrics, deliberated over and over again, and filled in another heart.It seemed like a long, long time had passed, and suddenly, "Knock Knock." The door of the recording studio was pushed open, revealing Ruoyun wearing a baseball cap, because she had to make up a scene temporarily, and she was later than the agreed time. , it was already evening outside.

"bunny..." Noticing the familiar figure lying on the table, Ruoyun stopped his voice in time, it was already late, the producer was not here, and only bunny was guarding the recording studio.

With a smile in his eyes, Ruoyun approached the work table on tiptoe, laying out papers messily and pillowing his hands, and fell asleep lightly.With some curiosity, Ruoyun picked up the paper on the table, ah, she was writing lyrics, Ruoyun quickly understood what she was doing before, put away her joking mentality, and read it seriously.

"I know your every habit, I want to get close but always lose my courage; I collect every smile from you, I hide behind the camera and chase you..." Although somewhat immature, the lyrics like this I like it very much, Her Lady Queen pursed her lips, and continued to look at it with some satisfied eyes. Then, the fingers holding the paper gradually tightened, and Ruoyun stared blankly at the last sentence:

"I got used to wearing a mask, and unconsciously lost the courage to face you. Do you know my appearance that I wanted to blurt out countless times..."

Yin Han wrote this, thinking for a long time. In fact, she has been thinking about a problem these days, why she insists on using a black mask to hide her identity? If the original purpose is to avoid trouble as much as possible, but As she gradually recognized her inner self and gained more and more attention from Ruoyun with the identity of Yin Han, she began to be afraid of breaking this balance.

Afraid of losing the opportunity to be with her because of my own impulsiveness, afraid of her misunderstanding, or even afraid of her disgust, wearing a black mask is not so much to hide myself, but to carefully maintain the relationship between each other. Because of the unspeakable love, I am willing to lower myself into the dust.

In other words, rather than worrying about whether he should take off his mask, subconsciously, Yin Han hopes that Her Majesty Queen will take off his mask in person, so he will unconsciously get close to her, more or less revealing to her Some clues, even when she learned that Ruoyun got her wallet, she was naturally nervous and had a faint expectation of being discovered soon, wanting to be recognized by you, because she wanted to be a special person in your life.

This fool, Ruoyun's eyes are a little sour, really, I always thought he was a smart enough kid.Gently put down the paper tightly held in his hands, Ruoyun slightly bent down, looking at the sleeping girl lying on the table, the eyes that had been chasing after her closed their eyelids, the long eyelashes were gentle The black mask that she had been wearing all the time was finally replaced by a light-colored one at her own strong request. Even when she was sleeping, it still covered her face well.

Even if I have seen it so many times, it will never lose its freshness. It has never been so close before. Ruoyun stared at her face covered by the hoodie, and stayed for a long time under the somewhat obtrusive mask. After a long time, he hesitated and moved his arms, then smiled slightly, and leaned over quietly.

It was the first time she came into contact with a mask, but her lips could vaguely feel her soft lips under the mask. Ruoyun carefully held her breath, opened her eyes and looked at her appearance close at hand, the familiar smell engulfed her Enveloping, the wide hoodie envelops her and her in this small space, everything is magnified, leaving only the most direct touch between each other.

The child's lips moved slightly, Ruoyun blinked, and quietly left this space, took off the baseball cap very calmly, and separated the somewhat messy hair with his hands.

"Hmm." The eyelashes moved, Yin Han slowly opened his eyes, and vaguely saw the figure moving in front of him, his voice was hoarse, with the breath of just waking up, "Ruoyun, you are here." Saying this So, she had raised her head, confirmed the mask, and rubbed her sore eyes with her fingers. She was too tired yesterday, and just fell asleep unknowingly.

"Well, I just arrived, and the lyrics are pretty good." Ruoyun raised her eyebrows holding up the lyrics paper she just wrote.

"Did you just rush over from the set..." Although Her Majesty the Queen smiled, she couldn't hide the tiredness in her eyes. The progress of filming was a bit rushed. Ruoyun didn't get enough sleep these days, although she used cosmetics to cover her blemishes , but the dark circles under her eyes couldn't be covered, and she was still wearing a costume at the moment, so she must have rushed here in a hurry, and she didn't even have time to remove the makeup on her face.

"Sit for a while, I'll give you a massage, you're too tired." Saying this, Yin Han straightened up, pulled Ruoyun over to let her sit on the swivel chair, bent her fingers into balls, and pressed them carefully with her knuckles Her Lady Queen's forehead.

Knowing that she couldn't refuse her kindness, Ruoyun simply closed her eyes and enjoyed her service. "Have you finished this part of the lyrics?" Ruoyun gently patted the girl behind her.

"Well, the producer said, just write down what I said to you naturally." Yin Han's voice gradually weakened. She has read the lyrics... She has almost no experience in this area. , although I try my best to write well, but it is always hard to keep the words on paper.