Cheng Xiaoyu was drunk behind, so he didn't stay with most of his classmates until dawn, and when he woke up, he was lying in a thin air-conditioned quilt wearing only shorts and a white T-shirt, and he was still holding an old golden photo frame in his arms, which was a photo of his mother Cheng Qiuci.

The hangover gave him some headaches and discomfort, but he couldn't say what was wrong. Cheng Xiaoyu has no memory of how he came back, to be precise, he has been broken. He wasn't in much of a mood to remember the inconsequential events of last night. He got up and leaned against the head of the bed, turned the picture frame in his arms upside down, and gently swung it onto the snow-white silk air conditioner quilt.

There is a large window at the head of Cheng Xiaoyu's bed, which may have been opened a little gap last night for ventilation, and the heavy curtains were not closed, only a goose-yellow curtain floated gently in the slight warm breeze. Cheng Xiaoyu looked down at her mother in the photo, her mother is a standard beauty, with a goose egg face with soft lines, Zhu Fan is not deep and even, her eyebrows are clear, and the corners of her mouth are slightly curved with a shallow smile.

The early morning sunlight poured through the window through the window screen on Cheng Xiaoyu's half of the bed, and there were floating dust in those wandering pillars of light, and Cheng Xiaoyu's gray shadow was reflected on the snow-white walls.

Cheng Xiaoyu also smiled, but there was a small teardrop in the corner of his eye, which slowly slipped down his cheek under the effect of gravity. He carefully unframed it, as if afraid to wake up the sleeping soul.

Between the photograph and the frame is a thin sheet of paper, a cheque for his first appearance at the Chopin International Competition, where he won third place, and in fact first place, $700,000.

After winning the award, he excitedly called his mother and told her that they could rent a bigger house, he could buy a new piano, he could send his mother to a better doctor, and he even thought of buying her a beautiful set of clothes for her to sit on the bench at Fisherman's Wharf and take a beautiful picture of her.

But the mother on the other end of the phone just smiled and said to him, "Xiaoyu, you can't be proud, if you want to keep going, you have to forget about the past." He was so happy that he didn't care about the deeper meaning, and when he came home with a smile on his face, it was the bad news that his mother had committed suicide. He knew that his mother was depressed, but he never thought that his mother would leave him in such a cruel way, he couldn't accept it, so he closed the door to the outside world and lived only by the instinct of **.

The check was like a spell that he locked in his mother's frame. Because he never understood why, the huge self-blame made him a cage that imprisoned himself, until Su Changhe appeared, until the car accident happened.

Cheng Xiaoyu took out the check that he had regarded as a curse, and gently put the photo of his mother back in the frame, rubbed it carefully, and placed it at the head of his bed. The gold-painted oak frame was old, for he had kept it and some of his miscellaneous items in a box brought from the United States, untended. There are many scratches on the frame, and a lot of gold paint has fallen off, which makes it look like there is no luster at all.

But I don't know why, Cheng Xiaoyu thinks that this photo frame is very old, and the interface at the corner is no longer tightly fitted, and there is a trace of blue wool hanging from it, which is the sweater that his mother has given him with her own hands, the warmth that accompanied him through the long winter.

The deepest memory of his childhood is that on a snowy night, his mother would not call to make an appointment for a taxi, because she couldn't get a taxi, so her mother braved the wind and snow and carried herself with a fever, along the dim street lamps and the road full of wind and snow, towards the hospital far away. When she arrived at the hospital, her English was not good enough, and she spoke her suffocated English and begged for help, which made him feel ashamed when he was young on his back, so he closed his eyes, not wanting to listen or see. At that time, he didn't understand that because there were people he wanted to protect more, self-esteem was not important. Now that he remembered it, it seemed like a lifetime.

When the memories gradually became clear, Cheng Xiaoyu deeply felt that she was wrong, her mother was not cowardly at all, and her mother was very strong.

He began to regret that he couldn't say "Mom, I love you" to her. ”

I used to be unwilling, but now I can't.

―――――――――――― the dividing line of grief――――――――――

Cheng Xiaoyu took the check and gave it to the housekeeper Qiao Sansi, asking him to help convert it into Huaxia currency, and then remit it to the account of Xiyu Company. and asked Wang Huasheng to pick up the other four girls of the idol project.

In Cheng Xiaoyu's own recording studio, there is no big problem with recording online audio sources, but if it is mastering, it will be stretched. Mastering is extremely demanding on hardware, and mastering was first used to unify the reduction of bit depth and sampling rate to the standard of CD for the finished product of engineering mixing with higher and higher sampling rates, and this step is hardware.

In the previous life, the Chinese mastering system was the first in the United States, followed by Japan and South Korea, as for the mainland, basically it can only be hehe, most of them are fooling people, and few recording studios dare to say that they can make zuò mastering. Because there is no authoritative tutorial on mastering in the mainland, the Chinese people in the previous life have been groping, and there is no way to do it, and foreigners are unwilling to disclose the details at all. So Huaxia Recording Studio can only raise the mixing level first, Cheng Xiaoyu doesn't know what level Huaxia's mastering system has reached in this time and space, but he makes his own sound source, because his downmixing is good, and on his host's bus, a sound field effect (such as WavesS1), a multi-segment compression (such as WavesC6), and a volume maximization effect (such as WavesL3), so in general, the effect is still very good, As an online audio source, it has killed the effect of most ordinary recording studios.

As for the two songs written for the idol project, because he made the accompaniment, he only needs to record the voices of the idol project members one by one, and then mix them into the accompaniment, and adjust them to each syllable accurately, all with a unified timbre and a unified dynamic, and that's it. So it's not that complicated.

When the members of the idol project came to Cheng Xiaoyu's personal studio, they were simply stunned by Cheng Xiaoyu's professionalism, although his recording studio is far from being comparable to Shanghe's professional recording studio in terms of hardware, but Cheng Xiaoyu's avant-garde style in decoration, and a lot of machines have been added to the back, densely and orderly placed in the dark space, giving people a sense of science and technology that transcends time and space.

Fortunately, it is not the first time that the members of the idol project have entered the studio to record, and they are also very professional. In fact, there is a big difference between the vocals in the recording studio and those in KTV or usually, and it will become very difficult to listen to when singing without being angry at all, but the idol project still shows quite professionalism.

But Cheng Xiaoyu's singing requirements for each member are still beyond their imagination, they are in the Shanghe recording studio, and the recording engineer will do a lot of embellishment for them in the later stage, and try to ask them to pass it once for the sake of the coherence of the relationship. But Cheng Xiaoyu is completely different, singing this song that they are already familiar with, Cheng Xiaoyu corrected everyone for a long time, the pronunciation of every word, how long the tail of each sentence should be, the mouth should be opened, and the sentence by sentence was recorded, so that they all felt that they couldn't sing, and everyone's short sentences were basically recorded for almost 2 hours, and everyone was sweating profusely after the end.

The idol members all listened to their dry voices, which were a little different from the usual two people, and even their voices in the Shanghe recording studio, which were more mellow and beautiful.

Cheng Xiaoyu said to them: "The recording studio is to reflect all the flaws in your voice and then carve them." ”

The whole day, the idol plan was spent in Cheng Xiaoyu's villa, although there was a swimming pool outside, a movie room, and a chess and card room, but in the face of this luxurious villa, several girls maintained restraint, and did not wander around curiously, they all obediently followed Cheng Xiaoyu to kill time in the recording studio, and listened to Cheng Xiaoyu say some details of the recording.

It wasn't until the evening that Cheng Xiaoyu finished recording the two songs, and he still had mixing work to do in the evening, and the girls were sent back to the dormitory by Wang Huasheng after dinner at Cheng Xiaoyu's house.

When leaving, Cheng Xiaoyu said to the members of the idol project, "Tomorrow at ten o'clock in the morning, everyone will bring a few clothes to prepare and go to the capital together." Tomorrow we will embark on a glorious path. ”