Lovers suffer from depression [Quick Transmigration]

The recording studio is not too far from Meng Miandong's house, it takes only half an hour to drive there.

When the car stopped, Meng Miandong turned his head uncontrollably, looked at Wen Ran sitting in the driver's seat, and murmured: "Wen Ran..."

"It's okay, Miandong." Wen Ran got out of the car, walked over to Meng Miandong, opened the car door, reached out to unbuckle Meng Miandong's seat belt, then took Meng Miandong's hand and said, "Let's go. "

"I... Wen Ran, I'm very scared..." Meng Miandong refused to get out of the car, and firmly grasped the seat with his left hand that was not held by Wen Ran.

"Don't be afraid." Wen Ran released Meng Miandong's hand, sat back in the driver's seat, and started the car.

When the car drove out of the dark underground parking lot of the recording studio, he saw that Meng Miandong was obviously relieved.

He didn't say anything, didn't blame, and didn't persuade, but drove casually on the road.

After driving for more than an hour, he heard Meng Miandong say: "Shall we go eat shaved ice?"

"Okay, let's go eat shaved ice. The weather is very suitable for eating shaved ice." Wen Ran took Meng Miandong to a dessert shop and ordered watermelon shaved ice, while Meng Miandong ordered red bean matcha taro ball shaved ice.

Since it was a weekday afternoon and the summer vacation had not yet started, they were the only table in the dessert shop.

Meng Miandong quietly ate the shaved ice with red bean matcha and taro balls, looking preoccupied.

Wen Ran looked at Meng Miandong worriedly, but still did not make a sound, the fear of the recording studio could only be overcome by Meng Miandong himself, all he could do was to accompany him.

Meng Miandong ate very slowly, most of the shaved ice melted into water, and she only took a few bites.

But he ate very seriously, as if he was overcoming some problem.

Of course he knew that the recording studio was just a recording studio, not a place that would eat people, but he hadn't stepped into the recording studio for more than three years, could he sing well in the recording studio?

He can't sing well in front of Wen Ran, and he can't sing well in the recording studio, right?

But before he even tried it, he decided that he couldn't sing well. I'm so sorry for Wen Ran, who rented a recording studio for him more than a month ago, right?

Therefore, after eating the red bean matcha taro ball shaved ice, he said to Wen Ran: "Let's go to the recording studio."

Wen Ran didn't object, and took Meng Miandong to the recording studio.

When he unbuckled Meng Miandong's seat belt again, Meng Miandong hesitated before shaking his hand, but did not stand up.

Wen Ranhui held Meng Miandong's hand without any force, waiting for Meng Miandong's decision.

For him, it doesn't matter even if Meng Miandong escapes from the recording studio again, as long as Meng Miandong is happy.

Getting out of the car, walking to the recording studio, singing into the microphone, completing the recording, and releasing the record are obviously very simple things, why can't I do it myself?You've clearly made up your mind, why can't you do it?Can't even do the simplest of getting out of the car?

Meng Miandong took a deep breath and got out of the car after a long time.

He didn't want to be seen by others, so he let go of Wen Ran's hand and said: "Let's go."

There are several recording studios in this building, and Wen Renrent's recording studio is on the top floor, which is the best soundproof among them.

The two took the direct elevator to the top floor, Wen Ran took out the key and opened the door.

The moment Meng Miandong stepped into the recording studio, he closed his eyes tightly. When he opened his eyes, he saw a scene that was unfamiliar but familiar to him. This recording studio was not the one he used three years ago. It was the same room as before, but the layout and equipment were similar.

There was a blank in his mind, but what followed was the picture of his recording album three years ago.

Three years ago he released an album and two EPs, all of which were recorded in such a recording studio.

He went straight to the microphone in a strange way, stroked the microphone with trembling fingertips, and suddenly burst into tears.

It's been three years. In the past three years, he never thought that he could return to the recording studio. It's been a long time.

He cleared his throat and tried to sing.

Meng Miandong loves music, loves the stage, and is both afraid and longing for the recording studio, so Wen Ran is not surprised to hear that Meng Miandong started singing within 5 minutes after entering the recording studio.

He didn't want to disturb Meng Miandong, instead of wiping away tears for Meng Miandong, he let himself be immersed in the singing.

Meng Miandong's voice is far less crisp and clear than it was three years ago because of his alcoholism, and his breath is not as stable as it was three years ago. But as Director Fu said, Meng Miandong's singing has a story to tell. Meng Miandong three years ago can't compare.

When Meng Miandong walked up to him and said something, he came back to his senses: "Miandong, what did you say?"

Meng Miandong said anxiously: "Are you in a daze? Is my singing so unpleasant?"

Wen Ran shook his head: "Your singing voice is not bad at all, I am too immersed in your singing voice."

Meng Miandong's eyes lit up: "Really?"

"Really." Wen Ran wiped the tear stains on Meng Miandong's face with his fingers, and then stroked Meng Miandong's left ear canal, "Is your left ear okay? Do you have tinnitus?"

"There is tinnitus, but it's not serious, and it disappeared soon." Meng Miandong put his arms around Wen Ran's waist, buried his face in Wen Ran's heart, and absorbed Wen Ran's breath.

Wen Ran rubbed the back of Meng Miandong's hairy head, and asked again: "Miandong, what did you just say?"

Meng Miandong raised her head and replied, "I'm asking you, how is my singing?"

Wen Ran said earnestly: "You sing very well, please sing it again for me."

"En." Meng Miandong came out of Wen Ran's arms reluctantly, and walked to the microphone again.

Perhaps because she got used to it, Meng Miandong sang much better than the first time.

This is "Two" dedicated to him by Meng Miandong, and it sings from Meng Miandong's own heart, but the singing voice is full of him.

Attracted by the singing, he walked towards Meng Miandong, caught off guard, Meng Miandong looked at him, his eyes expressed his love for him, like a fine net, wrapped him in it, made him come again Can't move either.

He stayed where he was, staring at Meng Miandong just like that.

After singing, he heard Meng Miandong holding the microphone and saying to him: "Thank you for coming to my side, thank you for giving me a second life, and making me alive again, Wen Ran, I love you."

In the next second, his Miandong threw himself into his arms, stood on tiptoe, and kissed him passionately.

He let Meng Miandong kiss for a while before regaining the initiative.

Of course, the taste of intertwined lips and teeth is far inferior to that of body intertwined, but being smelled and kissed in the recording studio is novel and happy. Meng Miandong never thought that he could really return to the recording studio.

The next step is to record new songs, right?

It would be nice if everything worked out.

Wen Ran let go of Meng Miandong, patted Meng Miandong's back lightly, for Meng Miandong's comfort, and waited for Meng Miandong's breathing to stabilize before asking: "Miandong, so far you have only written two poems. I am quite satisfied with the songs, one is a love song for me, and the other is the theme song for my new movie. It is too difficult for you to write an entire album and complete the recording. , release the EP first, okay?"

"EP, I... Wen Ran..." Meng Miandong's mind was in confusion, he didn't know how to express it, but Wen Ran in front of him didn't rush, just looked at him with a pair of gentle eyes.

"I'm very disturbed, but..." Meng Miandong's heart heaved and heaved nervously, "But I want to try."

"I will always be by your side." Wen Ran thought about it, "There is one more thing that I haven't told you all this time. In fact, I opened a studio. At my request, Han Cheng has resigned and took care of it for me. It’s the studio. Your contract expires in two years. I’ve already asked Han Cheng to ask. If you want to terminate the contract early, according to the contract, you need to pay the company a termination fee of 900 million. Miandong, I’ll accompany you there Can the company talk about termination? If you don’t terminate the contract, many things will have to be arranged by the company, and your pursuit of music will also be restricted.”

Meng Miandong was taken aback: "Did you open the studio just for me?"

Wen Ran nodded and said, "Yes, it's for you, so, Miandong, come to our studio quickly."

Before Meng Miandong could answer, the cell phone in his pocket rang, and the voice on the other end was somewhat familiar, it turned out to be Director Fu.

Director Fu said apologetically, "Miandong, I'm sorry for contacting you so late. I've been so busy these two days that I'm dizzy, and now I'm finally free. Some time ago, I've listened to all of your songs. I’ve been listening to it all the time, you wrote the lyrics and composed the music yourself, can you also write the lyrics, compose, compose and sing the theme song of the movie I have in hand? Give me your email address, and I’ll send you the script, so you can use it as a reference.”

As Wen Ran said, Director Fu was not talking to him about the scene, but really felt that his singing voice had a story, and wanted to cooperate with him.

Today is the third day since Director Fu's new movie started, but he has not been contacted by Director Fu before, and he can't help but suspect that Wen Ran is comforting him, but unexpectedly...

His eyes were red, he hugged Wen Ran and reported his email address, then suppressed crying and said: "I will write well, thank you for giving me this opportunity."