"You want to record a song?" the director was surprised.

"Is that okay, director?" Han Jue asked.

"Uncle, why do you suddenly want to record a song?" Zhang Yiman asked a question that the director also wanted to know.

"Well, probably in response to something on the internet. Han Jue shook his phone.

"You're not going to scold those people in songs, are you?" said the director, worried, knowing that rappers have a habit of attacking people in their songs.

"That's not going to happen, DISS will just add fuel to the fire and make those guys high. Han Jue shook his head.

The director still looks very bottomless, if it weren't for watching Han Jue is the main attraction of the show, Director Wang would have rejected it a long time ago. This is already a change in the general direction.

Han Jue saw that the director looked like he was weighing and choosing, so he said softly: "There should be no me over there in the next issue of "There is Hip Hop". ”

Both the director and Zhang Yiman were surprised.

"But uncle, didn't you qualify before? That "Epic" is very good!" Zhang Yiman was sure that he had missed the last competition, so he said quite anxiously.

After Director Wang was surprised, he quickly reacted and understood that there should be a big problem with Han Jue and the company behind him. "There is hip-hop" may not bite Han Jue like he did and not let go.

And Director Wang only felt a pity that he only rubbed the hot spot of "There is Hip Hop".

"It's the company that does the trick. Han Jue didn't mind saying this kind of thing.

"Then, if I don't show up in the next episode of "There is Hip Hop", the audience will definitely be surprised. And I'm here when "Let's Love" appears and also sings a song...... "Han Jue looked at the director.

Han Jue didn't finish his words, but Director Wang understood what he meant.

It won't appear over there, the audience must be puzzled, obviously promoted, but didn't appear in the next episode, is there any personal reason? However, when I saw Han Jue in this other show, was there something wrong or nothing? Is it the company's business or Han Jue's business? And then I heard that Han Jue sang a song, then my curiosity will definitely come to "Let's Love" to watch it.

In this way, not only can it rub off on the popularity of "There is Hip Hop", but also the song that corresponds to those things and those people on the Internet, it can also attract the attention of netizens.

And Han Jue and Zhang Yiman both have the ability to sing, and the program team actually arranged an issue of [co-creating a couple's song] for them in the activity outline of the whole season, but it was only after several episodes. Now it's not too far out of the program group's arrangement, so it's not a big problem.

The pros outweigh the cons.

After Director Wang made a decision, he looked up at Zhang Yiman and asked, "Xiaoman, what do you think?"

"I'm fine!" Zhang Yiman smiled and nodded.

"Okay, then where are you going to record the song? Ai Du or Taili?" The director wittily did not add Han Jue's agency to the option.

"Let's go to Aidu. Sister Qin, who had been silent, spoke. Sister Qin has listened to it for so long and already knows that this issue is full of highlights, so she resolutely seizes any opportunity to advertise to the company. Maybe you can also let the artists in the company hang out in front of the camera a few times, so just arrange a recording studio, no loss.

There was no opinion, so the director returned to the team and informed him to discuss today's recording.

After a while, a group of people marched to [Aidu].

Of course, Han Jue went to Zhang Yiman's car, and this was also the first time Han Jue got in the nanny car.

Han Jue leveled the seat and lay down on the comfortable seat, sleepy comfortably.

An entertainer is incomplete without a nanny car. I don't know if I agreed to the bloodsucking company in Sands, and the nanny car I got would be so comfortable. Will there be these Xiaoice boxes, small TVs, small tables, .......

"Uncle, what song are you going to sing?" Zhang Yiman lay on the other seat, turned his head and asked Han Jue curiously.

Sister Qin in the passenger seat and the assistant in the back row also pretended to prick up their ears as if nothing happened.

"Hmm...... Sing to a person......" Han Jue said in a daze with his eyes closed.

"To whom?"

"A woman ......" Han Jue's voice became softer and softer.

"Which woman?" Zhang Yiman asked in a soft voice, but he unconsciously pinched the phone in his hand.

Han Jue didn't answer.

Han Jue fell asleep, and this sleep reached the destination.

"Your car is so comfortable that you accidentally fell asleep. Han Jue was a little embarrassed.

Sister Qin smiled and said, "It's okay." If you want to have your own, just sign in to our company. ”

Han Jue heard Sister Qin's words of "harboring evil intentions", shook his head with a smile, and went into the company.

The idle recording studio was quickly found, and after the company heard about it, it gave the green light to the program team to use, and also assigned a producer to help, this producer used to be a singer, with rich experience and rich experience in variety shows, and he was an artist in Aiduga.

The program team had no reason to object, and even was so happy, because they actually didn't think that Han Jue could independently complete the production of a song in a short period of time. So after setting up the cameras in the studio, the two videographers were left behind and retreated to another free practice room.

And so began the recording.

Han Jue and Zhang Yiman had to walk in again from outside the door, although everyone had greeted each other just now, but they just had to do it again.

After a variety show process, Han Jue said that he wanted to record a song, and then he was resolute, first asked for a piece of paper and a pen, wrote the words and brief scores on the paper, and handed it to Zhang Yiman after writing, let her practice, and discussed it with the producer, and then went to the recording studio, picked up the guitar and recorded the accompaniment of the guitar part first. As if the finished product is already in my mind, there is no need to revise it, and it is considered to be passed after completing it.

Zhang Yiman carefully looked at the lyrics in his hand, which only had four sentences. Thinking about the requirements that Han Jue wrote next to the lyrics: [Have the taste of memory].

Zhang Yiman, who switched to the form of music, has only two words - [professional]. She didn't wonder that there were so few lyrics, nor did she complain about Han Jue's inexplicable request, and she didn't care who these lyrics were written for, just on the side, pondering the singing method and feeling word by word.

Han Jue discussed the arrangement with the producer on the other side.

Fortunately, the arrangement required by Han Jue was not complicated, Han Jue was responsible for some of the synthesis parts, and the producer personally went into battle to handle the piano and drum parts. Han Jue's idea also had a saxophone part, so he asked someone from the company to help.

Everything seems to be very hasty, Han Jue's requirements are also very low, the speed of arrangement and production is very fast, while combining accompaniment, and at the same time to guide Zhang Yiman's singing.

made the program team suspicious for a while, can such a "shoddy production" be able to make any good songs?

And these doubts of the program team were finally dispelled when they were officially recorded.

When Han Jue got the accompaniment ready, he let Zhang Yiman enter the recording studio and start recording songs.

"Remember, you don't need too much skill to sing with a sense of age. Han Jue said into the microphone.

Zhang Yiman, who was in the recording studio, nodded solemnly and closed his eyes.

The producer on the side was in front of the computer, preparing.

Zhang Yiman is usually stupid in front of Han Jue, a stupid girl who hasn't grown up. So much so that Han Jue almost forgot the other side of Zhang Yiman's profession. Zhang Yiman, who is in full swing, really made Han Jue realize what contrast is.

The aura that Han Jue felt when he saw Zhang Yiman playing and singing by himself in the last recording, almost forgot about it in the process of being stupid by Zhang Yiman again and again, and when Zhang Yiman spoke, Han Jue knew that the amazing feeling was not forgotten by him, but lurked.

[Like a drizzle of rain falling on the bottom of my heart.]

It felt so mysterious

I can't help but look up at you

And you don't show a trace]

Zhang Yiman's voice is soft and heartfelt, and his lazy singing brings out sorrow. Closing his eyes and not looking at Zhang Yiman's young face, just listening to the voice, I can't help but think that this singing voice comes from a retro gramophone.

For Han Jue's current ears, listening to this voice singing is simply a pleasure.

The producers on the side were accustomed to it, and just smiled with satisfaction. Zhang Yiman has been polishing in the company since he was a child, helping the producers in the company sing song samples, and sometimes he often sings better than the later original songs, which simply destroys the self-confidence of the original singers. Immersed in such an environment, Zhang Yiman's singing skills are no longer comparable to those of his peers or singers of the same era.

"Yes, it's time to come out. The producer said that he had done it once, and Han Jue had no objection.

After Zhang Yiman came out, it was Han Jue's turn to go in.

"Uncle, what about your lyrics?" Zhang Yiman said strangely when he saw Han Jue empty-handed.

"I remember. Han Jue pointed to his head.

It was the first time Han Jue had seen these professional equipment, and standing in front of the microphone, he finally felt a little bit like an artist. Han Jue looked curiously at the shockproof mount, the blowout cover, these things, a few poofs of this one, and two pokes of that. I didn't know that if these things were broken, I would be able to pay for my death.

"Preparations have begun. The producer outside reminded.

Han Jue took his heart. Bow your head and start brewing emotions.

He thought of the ignorance and incomprehension that his predecessor had written in his diary when he was 8 years old. I remembered that incident, as my predecessor grew older, it became a nightmare every year after that. I remembered what I saw today, and this incident was consumed by runaway netizens.

Han Jue exhaled, gave a thumbs up, listened to the lingering saxophone in the headphones, and began to sing with his eyes closed:

[I haven't thought about those things for a long time.]

I found that I had no more tears for a long time

I remembered my mother's words to go down the stairs by myself

What the dark space can't do is shiver]

......

[I didn't leave half a sentence, only a suicide note.]

The unsettling plot is like a kind of art]

......

[Wake up on a sunny afternoon and be scared by everything.]

Near-finished gas canisters and closed windows

The woman with her warm hands

Gripped my throat and ignored my cough

Plus a swollen tongue from gas poisoning

That smell still makes me uncomfortable

This story may have been a mistake from the beginning

The wrong person, the wrong spouse, the wrong marriage, the wrong me]

......

What is more sad than a sad story is probably that the protagonist of the story is in a tragedy, but he no longer feels sad.

Han Jue used a bystander's tone to tell the focus of the discussion on the Internet, telling the story that happened to him as if he was revealing his scars, bloody, but as calm as telling the tragic stories of others.

Zhang Yiman looked at Han Jue frowning with his eyes closed through a glass, listening to the sad and weak voice, tears blurred his vision like this, and he couldn't wipe it clean.

The music outside the recording room was recorded and transmitted to another room. The directors, screenwriters listened quietly and watched.

A group of staff doing other work, listening to the sound of the undercurrent surging under the plain, the sound was soft, and the atmosphere in the practice room was very quiet. Some of the staff who were talking about Han Jue behind their backs stopped what they were doing, their hearts were blocked, and they didn't dare to turn their heads to look at the monitoring screen.

[Woke up from the blur in about two hours.]

The dripping blood flowers kept falling down

The blade sliced open her wrist and neck artery]

......

Xiao Transparent pulled the mask to his face, buried his head in his knees, and his shoulders kept shaking.

The screenwriters passed tissues and quietly wiped away tears.

Director Wang sat on the pony, leaned back, pressed the brim of his hat down, and his burly body shrank on the pony.

The main creators are not happy about the expected ratings for such a work at the moment, they sigh and just want to pat the shoulder of the handsome young man who seems to have his heart broken into powder.

Tell him that the worst will pass.

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Recommended song: "That Woman" - JR Fog

A sad story.