Chapter 188: Three Songs

After coming out of the elevator and thanking the staff, Wang Cong and Liang Qizhen began to wait for Xiaoyan with big eyes, but Wang Cong took the initiative to say: "Why don't we record the song tomorrow." Pen %Fun %Pavilion www.biquge.info"

Liang Qizhen nodded, how could she still be in the mood to record songs at the moment, her whole head was clouded, it can be said that she has been a little confused since she came out of the elevator, and she is even more ashamed to think of what she has done in the elevator.

Wang Cong drove back to the apartment, took out a bottle of lemonade from the refrigerator, and took a few sips before sitting on the sofa in a daze, muttering to himself, is this an affair?

After thinking about Liang Qizhen's affairs for a long time, it was almost late at night when he looked at his watch, and he sat unconsciously for nearly two hours, Wang Cong shook his head, no longer thinking about it, if he didn't understand, just let it be.

Late at night!

Wang Cong felt that there was one more person around him, the smooth skin, extremely delicate, and the huge chest made Wang Cong's mouth dry, when the woman turned around, Wang Cong was surprised to find that it was Liang Qizhen, Liang Qizhen suddenly became very active, and kissed Wang Cong fiercely.

Wang Cong also turned from passive to active, after some clouds and rain, Wang Cong was just about to speak, Li Lingwei suddenly pushed the door, staring at Wang Cong and Liang Qizhen on the bed, that kind of resentful eyes, as if writing that my heart is dead, Wang Cong wanted to explain, but was stopped by Liang Qizhen, Li Lingwei turned around and left.

Wang Cong was in a hurry and wanted to chase after him, but when he turned around and saw that the original Liang Qizhen was gone, he didn't know when he turned into Jin Xiaoying, Wang Cong wanted to speak but couldn't say it, so he could only watch Li Lingwei leave like this......

Wang Cong sat up from the bed, looked around, only himself, only then realized that it was a dream, suddenly felt a little uncomfortable, stretched out his hand Wang Cong and touched Wang Cong, and couldn't help but smile bitterly, the aunt who hadn't come for a long time actually came.

got up and went to the bathroom to take a shower, changed into new underwear, and then went back to bed, looked at the watch It was 4 o'clock in the morning, and Wang Cong fell asleep in a daze.

When Wang Cong woke up again, it was already nine o'clock, and after getting up and washing, he used the rice cooker to prepare some porridge to drink, and after plugging in the rice cooker and adjusting it to the porridge cooking mode, he made some side dishes.

Seeing that the porridge was almost cooked, two eggs, two slices of ham, and four slices of bacon were fried, and the breakfast was very rich.

When I saw Liang Qizhen again, Liang Qizhen greeted Wang Cong as enthusiastically as before, as if what happened last night had not happened, Wang Cong was a little puzzled, but he didn't ask much, so it's okay.

The band has finished arranging a song, and after Wang Cong came, he listened to the arrangement again, and after confirming it, he said to Liang Qizhen: "If you record it live, is there a problem?"

Liang Qizhen returned: "No problem, I have already opened my throat in the morning." ”

Wang Cong nodded and said, "Okay, let's record it first." ”

Tommy, who works in the main console, is an older employee with universal qualifications, Tommy is of course his English name, and everyone is used to it, but they forgot his real name, but this Tommy has worked for so many years, and he has seen a lot of good songs, and when he is free, he looked at the song written by Wang Cong, and felt that the tune was very simple.

I don't think this song will be very popular, and this young songwriter is too casual when he arranges the music, and if he has a good words, he is called vigorous and resolute, but can he make an arrangement in such a short time? Tommy has always had this question.

On the main console outside, Wang Cong put on headphones, and the staff saw Liang Qizhen's gesture of preparing to OK, and began to play the accompaniment, a beautiful acoustic guitar prelude, sounded, followed by Liang Qizhen's singing.

"I hear raindrops falling on the green meadows"

"I hear the bell ringing in the distance"

"But I didn't hear you"

"Call Me by Name"

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This is the first-hand song written by Wang Cong for Liang Qizhen, according to Liang Qizhen's timbre and singing skills, Wang Cong chose this Tian Fuzhen's "Little Lucky", when he heard Liang Qizhen's singing voice tactfully, Wang Cong felt that Liang Qizhen did not insult this song.

Soon Liang Qizhen walked out of the studio, she listened to it again with headphones, and felt that she was not very satisfied, Wang Cong said: "I feel okay, of course, I still have to choose a few more times, I will arrange the rest of the songs with the band first, and you can record it first." ”

Liang Qizhen didn't say anything, she really liked this song too much, smiled at Wang Cong and said, "Okay, then you go get busy first, Mr. Wang." ”

At this time, Tommy, the main control staff, was extremely shocked, he also recorded songs for many top singers in Huanyu, but he didn't expect that this simple melody "Little Lucky" was sung by Liang Qizhen, it was so good, and it was only at this time that he really admired Wang Cong's creative ability.

Wang Cong came to the band, followed the musicians, and began to explain the remaining two songs.

At noon, Wang Cong was just having a working meal in Huanyu, and he was busy until almost five o'clock in the afternoon, and finally talked about the rest of the arrangement.

Liang Qizhen had already recorded "Little Lucky" just after noon, and seeing that the remaining two songs here were also arranged, she couldn't wait to record it first to try the effect.

"You've seen a lot of beautiful scenery"

"You've seen many beautiful women"

"You get lost in every brief moment on the map"

"You tasted Paris at night"

"You have stepped on snowy Beijing"

"You memorize every truth you love most in books"

"But I can't tell you why you love me"

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This "The Meaning of Travel" is the second song prepared by Wang Cong, and when he was in the last life, it was also a relatively popular song, and Wang Cong believes that with these two songs, it is enough to support Liang Qizhen's new album.

When Liang Qizhen heard her singing, she was also happy with such a good song, although when she read the songbook and sang it, she had already found that the song was very good, but the finished product with the accompaniment sounded to a higher level.

There is also the same idea as Liang Qizhen, Mr. Tommy, I didn't expect that he would not necessarily encounter classic songs in a year, he recorded two songs in one day, and at this time he also understood why a top king like Kou Tianwen was so polite to Wang Cong, not to mention Liang Qizhen.

Wang Cong was very indifferent, after hearing Liang Qizhen's singing, it was expected, and after Liang Qizhen listened to it once, she couldn't wait to record the last song.

"Cut out the nerves that are too thin"

"Will it be more sleepable?"

"My heart has a gray prison"

"A black thought is yelling with a vote"

"Drain the temper that is too hard"

"Will it be more clear?"

"You can knock me down"

"But don't even think about me begging for mercy"

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In the last song, Wang Cong wrote Tian Fuzhen's song "Angel in the Devil", seeing Liang Qizhen's increasingly excited appearance, Wang Cong also smiled.

Next, Wang Cong listened carefully to the three songs, and after listening to them, he referred to the original song, and explained some of the things that needed to be improved or small flaws to Liang Qizhen one by one, and asked her to make a record and correct it when recording in the future.

Liang Qizhen naturally readily agreed, and before she knew it, it was night again, Wang Cong saw that there was nothing to explain, so he proposed to leave, Liang Qizhen wanted to invite Wang Cong to dinner, but Wang Cong thought about it and refused. (To be continued.) )