I heard that the wizard came to record, and the owner of the recording studio came in person, chatted with Fang Yan and Lao Liu intimately, and generously gave a 20% discount. He regarded the Nameless Tavern Company as a potential big customer.

Nowadays, recording technology is very developed, most of the time, a computer, a microphone, can be easily done, but to ensure a high level of recording quality, you have to come to the recording studio.

The recording studio is a very strange place, in addition to receiving tall record companies, professional singers, film and television drama theme songs, post-production, there are many non-professional scattered customers.

The uncles and aunts in the neighborhood committee scraped together some money on a whim to record a few old songs such as "My Motherland"; Some companies engage in corporate culture and team building, and will also record songs for employees; There are also married, elementary school graduates, lovelorns, and all kinds of incomplete guests will appear.

In addition, there are underground rock bands, wild original singers, who will also come to record demos and private albums, and their standards are uneven, with a high upper limit and a low lower limit.

Recently, because of the boom of "Chinese Singer", the business of the recording studio has been much better.

The price of this "Stone Bridge" recording studio is very expensive, and the customers who come to record are more professional. But there are still very few classical guitar musicians like Kong Lei.

Kong Lei sat alone in the recording studio, with two microphones in front of him, one far away and one near. The score spreads out, and he plays a fast-paced "El Colibri."

It's just over 1 minute long, messy, very fun, written by Argentine guitarist Julio Salvador Sagreras.

After "Hummingbird" was played, the recording teacher was stunned.

"This kid is too strong!"

Kong Lei was in a full state and played 4 tunes in one go.

Fang Yan listened silently, feeling not very satisfied. The recording should be fine, the sound of the classical guitar is shiny with subtle vibrations in the air.

The problem lies with Kong Lei. He played flawlessly, skillfully, fluently, and didn't make a single mistake, but there was something less exciting.

"What do you think?" Fang Yan asked Lao Liu.

"This ......"

Lao Liu's face was embarrassed.

Lao Liu came to accompany Kong Lei to record, which is the right time. He is like a foodie, he can't cook, but he knows how to taste. Lao Liu's feeling is similar to Fang Yan: Kong Lei plays very well, but it's only "very good", that's all.

It's not nice to say, it's boring.

"I think, what do you say? It's like let's go to a restaurant to eat, the dishes are full of color and fragrance, the environment is good, and the service attitude is also good. Right...... However, you forget it after eating, you won't praise it to others, and you can't remember to eat it a second time. ”

"yes."

Fang Yan was also thinking that if the album had this effect, he would listen to it at most once, and then never listen to it again.

Missing the soul.

In Kong Lei's performance, there is a little bit of mystery, vitality and strength missing. The young people are fierce and agitated, the middle-aged people are warm and calm, and the elderly are peaceful and peaceful, all of which have various distinct styles, but the little fat man is only "perfect".

Perfect...... Wood makes sense.

Why do you want to be so perfect? This is art, calligraphy, not calligraphy.

Kong Lei entered the shed, as if he had changed, he breathed softly, for fear of recording the panting. His finger movements are very clean, he plays very hard, very delicate, and tight, and he no longer has the agility he usually plays the piano.

Still a kid after all.

In the fifth song, Kong Lei played Paganini's Caprice, played a wrong note in the middle, immediately stopped, held the piano, stayed for a few seconds, moved his fingers again, and started playing from the beginning.

Fang Yan couldn't sit still.

He even felt that, at least for the present stage, "perfection" was a hypocritical, vulgar thing, like an enemy. Kong Lei has been strictly trained since he was a child, and his skills are better than his own, but his current performance is not even half as good as his own.

Yuan Yuan's reaction is also very revealing.

Hearing that Xiaopang wanted to record, she gave up the live TV broadcast of "Chinese Singer" and accompanied her with a very sacrificial spirit. At the beginning, Yuan Yuan sat next to him, grabbed Fang Yan with a small hand, and stared intently at Kong Lei in the recording studio without blinking his eyes.

Now she has shifted her attention, holding her mobile phone and playing, with words in her mouth, not knowing what she is silly playing.

"Chubby, you relax a little." Fang Yan said.

"Oh."

"Don't think about it so much, just play the piano as usual."

"Ahh

More than an hour passed, Fang Yan was tired of listening, and Chubby's state was getting worse and worse. In the room, the only person who was excited was the big brother of the sound engineer.

No, no......

Fang Yan was very worried. Very sad. He quietly asked Lao Liu: "You won't record it today, right?" ”

"Hey......"

Lao Liu frowned bitterly, drove a milky white minivan, and slowly pulled the three people to the nameless tavern. While waiting for a red light at an intersection, he yawned.

Kong Lei looked ignorant.

At 2 o'clock in the afternoon, the four-member group of Scrapwood Band sat at the door of the nameless tavern, holding beer, bathing in the scorching afternoon sun, all squinting their eyes. Everyone showed a satisfied, leisurely smile, like an old man who returned safely from fishing.

There was also a Wen Jing sitting next to her, holding the wine bottle in a daze.

Yuan Yuan wore small sandals and stepped on the wooden steps with one foot, looking at them suspiciously.

"Master ......"

"Aren't you writing programs at home? Why did you come to drink? Yuan Yuan inquired curiously.

"Huh!"

"Hey."

With an unfathomable smile, Yang Zhenyu said proudly: "We have a holiday today." Have you eaten, shall we go together? ”

Yuan Yuan touched her stomach, nodded and said, "Eat!" ”

Fang Yan thought for a while, shook his head and said, "You go to eat first, and I'll talk to Xiaopang about something." ”

"Huh?"

Everyone went to eat in a daze, but Fang Yan and Kong Lei didn't go. The two stood on the grass, looking at each other.

How do I adjust the status? Fang Yan began to think. Chubby can't make it hard.

It's a headache.

The grass in front of the tavern was freshly manicured, and the sun shone on the green grass leaves, and the grass gave off a faint aroma. The door of the tavern was open, and the waiters on night duty had not yet arrived. There are no pedestrians on the narrow streets, and the pavement reflects the dazzling sunlight.

"Fat."

"Brother, I played badly, didn't I?"

"Hmmm......"

"Ahhh

"How about we run? Take a lap. Fang Yan pointed to the empty street and said.

“……”

Kong Lei doesn't like sports and has poor physical fitness. Aside from the compulsory exams in middle school physical education, he rarely exercised. Although he always holds a heavy classical guitar, it is also physically demanding.

"Run!"

In the quiet riverside bar street, there are two more crazy running figures. They ran past Zheng Fatzi's Maple Leaf Bar, then ran through the Caveman Bar on the top of the mountain, the Magic Rock Bar, and then ran all the way to the end and ran back again.

"Whew, I can't do it anymore. I'm not playing anymore. ”

Kong Lei collapsed directly on the grass, snoring, his little round face was flushed, sweat was spilling up from his forehead, his hair was soaked, and he was sticking to his brain. Covered in sweat.

"One more lap and get up."

"Huh?"

"Get up!"

"My leg hurts......"

After running back and forth again, Kong Lei's physical strength was empty, and he entered a near-death state, and the scenery in front of him turned blood-red. He lay flat on the grass and looked up at the clear blue transparent sky, like a baby dolphin stranded on the beach.

Kong Lei grew his mouth and breathed with all his might, foaming at the mouth at any time.

"Ouch." He was crying.

"Chubby."

“……”

Fang Yan was also tired and sweaty, and snorted, "You are a man, don't forget." ”

"Ah......h

Fang Yan accentuated his tone and said loudly: "You have to remember that you are not a student, you are a guitar master!" If you play the wrong game, you play the wrong game, what are you afraid of? ”

Kong Lei was lying down, and the fingertips of his little fat hand were trembling.

"There are not so many rules! You want music! You're the master of the music! Play as much as you want! ”

"Tired ......"

"Debauchery! Indulgence! Wildness! Freely! Follow one's heart! Fang Yan collected all kinds of middle two words in his mind and smashed them on Kong Lei's head one by one. Unstoppable, forehead...... Liberate your nature! ”

"Water."

Continue Form 2: "You are the best!" The soul of a great musician is guarding you! ”

"Water, give me water......" Chubby was dying.

Kong Lei is about to suffer from dehydration and heat stroke. Fang Yan hurriedly went into the house and took a bottle of mineral water, unscrewed the lid, and poured it into his mouth in small sips, like watering a withered morning glory.

"Music is never a convention, you are not a good child, you are a violent animal, a ferocious beast! Got it? You, uh...... You are the music! ”

“……”

Kong Lei struggled to sit up, drank a bottle of water, and sweat was pouring out. He poured another bottle of water on his head, and the little vest was drenched. His face was mixed with sweat, blades of grass and mud, like a fat monkey deep in the mountains.

"It's a pleasure to run."

"Hmm."

"Brother! I'm all right. Let's go record! Kong Lei supported the ground with his hands on the ground, his legs open, and he was swaying on the grass, still trembling slightly.

"Huh? Good. Let's eat first. ”

"Don't eat it!"

Xiaopang was tossed a lot, his physical strength was very low, his stomach was very hungry, his heart was beating violently, but mentally he had entered an excellent state, extremely relaxed and confident, and his body was full of blood. Running is enjoyable.

got into a taxi and returned to the "Stone Bridge" recording studio, and in an hour and a half, Kong Lei recorded all the tunes like a tornado, and left like a tornado.

"How?" Walking out of the door of the recording studio, Kong Lei asked.

“…… I really don't know. ”

Fang Yan was also confused. He thought, wait a day or two to calm down, and then listen to the effect.