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For Tangtang, the most beautiful music in the world is the squeak of the mother mouse, and human music is more of a lullaby.

In the top-of-the-line audio playback equipment, no matter how small the sound waves are, Yunluo heard a gentle and soft breathing sound from the guzheng version of My Heart Immortal, and even could hear the sound of her heart beating, which was obviously Zhen Mi, Yan Shenyu's top boss, and the only daughter of the head of the personnel department and chairman of Zhen's Group.

Yunluo listened to it seven times, remembering every note change in his heart before entering the recording studio with huge war drums. Bai Qinghua sat in front of the monitoring table in the recording studio, assisting Yunluo to do some work, and Yan Shenyu sat with Tangtang watching the play.

Zhen Mi gave Yan Shenyu the task that she wanted her to bring back the song I Don't Die recorded by Yunluo, and the eldest lady wanted to listen to it, so Yan Shenyu didn't have to go to Zhen's headquarters in Sihai City to clock in to work before settling this matter. It was also the first formal order issued by Zhen Mi after Yan Shenyu was promoted to senior secretary, and Yan Shenyu didn't want to fail.

Yunluo rubbed his hands, slapped the war drum with the palm of his left hand, making a low sound, and then slapped his right hand, and then saw Yunluo beating the war drum left and right as if he was playing, and the drums of different heights were made.

Yan Shenyu just watched the excitement, and he couldn't understand what Yunluo was doing at all, but Bai Qinghua was a professional, and he could hear that Yunluo was testing the pitch and high and low pitch of this war drum, and as Yunluo slapped the drum more often, the pitch played by Yunluo beating the drum was even more rhythmic and distinct.

This war song is immortal, and if you want to present the unique taste of the end times, you must beat the drum with the palm of your hand.

Yunluo made a gesture, Bai Qinghua nodded, turned on the recording device, and gestured to Yunluo. Yan Shenyu touched the ears of the sugar candy inverted triangle, and a pair of wonderful eyes also turned around, watching how Yunluo acted, in the past few years, Yan Shenyu had never shown Yunluo's talent in music.

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The sound of the bang bang brought a shocking sound, spreading from the war drums, and the entire recording studio seemed to vibrate with it, Yunluo didn't care about anything else, standing next to the war drums, his hands were like drumsticks, constantly beating the thick drum surface, and the terrifying strong drum sound, which made people listen to the beginning of the god to grab, and the head was full of war drums like thunder roaring.

Bai Qinghua was wearing monitoring headphones, and he could accurately listen to the sound of war drums in the recording studio, and he lost his mind for the first time, and even lost his ability to think.

The most shocking thing is always the original soundtrack of the scene, Yunluo conveys his feelings and thoughts about the apocalyptic world through the sound of war drums, which is not just ordinary music, but has a unique soul of emotional narration, touching the soul of human beings, no one will not feel the slightest feeling.

The drums of war went all the way up from the majestic blood, it was a wave of countless zombies, and then the drums turned, becoming tragic and gloomy roaring desperate wailing death silence cold, the last starlight in the darkness dimmed, it was the final battle, it was the death battle that life or death came at dawn, all the living people were quietly waiting, waiting for the arrival of death.

Bai Qinghua felt as if he had really walked into a desolate and cold world, the sky was gloomy, full of radiation clouds, the earth was full of wails, countless lives died in despair, the survival base hidden deep underground, countless human beings who wanted to survive, those zombies who only had the purest killing and appetite in their minds, this was the real end of the world.

My heart is not dead, from beginning to end for a total of seven minutes, all the struggle of death, gray haze, no light.

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Yan Shenyu didn't hear the drums, the sound insulation in the recording studio was very good, but he looked at Bai Qinghua with a blank look, and the clouds on the side of the glass wall kept beating the huge war drums with his hands, and the terrifying sound waves made the ground vibrate slightly.

Yunluo suddenly stopped at the moment when the drum beat was the coldest, darkest and most silent, and at the last moment of the last battle, whether it was the zombie tide that shattered the last defense of the underground base and killed all the living people, or the human warriors repelled the last attack of the zombies, there was no answer, and in the most brilliant fireworks, a qiē returned to dead silence.

Lowering his head slightly, Yunluo didn't want Yan Shenyu to see the coldness and madness in his eyes, and smiled slightly, with the style of a gentleman. Yunluo walked out of the recording studio, shook Bai Qinghua, who had not yet recovered from the apocalyptic war, Yunluo took the monitor headphones and put them on, pressed the repeat play button, and spent more than seven minutes listening to the war drum tune he played.

It's not bad, there is no wrong sound, the other clouds don't want to care, what about some flawed music, that is the most real life-and-death battle between people and zombies in the last days, the most cold and dark silence, the dead light of hope.

Yunluo made a copy of the drum sound, put it in the USB flash drive, and mixed it with the top song production software in the recording studio, and Yunluo suddenly felt that there was no need to remove the noise of the war drums, that is, how to use the guzheng sound to match the war drum sound, which was what Yunluo needed to consider, and he also had a draft before coming.

The two different instruments are played by my heart immortal is seven minutes long, and Yunluo opens the two audio texts at the same time, and listens to the similarities and differences between the two from the beginning. Bai Qing painted a face to see the worship of the great god, and came to Yunluo's side, wanting to say something but not daring to disturb Yunluo. Yan Shenyu heard the tune of my heart immortal for the first time, and she didn't touch the zhengsheng text given by Zhen Mi.

"It's not easy to do, it seems a little strange to insert the zither sound, this style is wrong." Yunluo listened to it three times, but still didn't decide which passages to insert into the sound of the zither, but since he promised the goddess who played the guzheng to use the sound of the zither, Yunluo had to bite the bullet.

Although Bai Qinghua is not a songwriting talent, he is also a senior recording engineer in the industry for more than ten years. ”

Yunluo thought about it, too, Zhen Mi is a daughter, how can she feel the negative feelings such as the dark struggle and despair of human beings in the last days, then take the sound of the zither as the light in the darkness, if there is nothing, ethereal and natural, and as if there is no zài, it gives people a feeling that they can see hope but never grasp it.

"That's a good idea, thank you." Yunluo thanked Bai Qing, then lowered his head and continued to mix the two pieces, the first three beat syllables of the zither sound were not needed, in the first war drum sound that exploded, there was no need for any other noise, and Yunluo also deliberately slowed down the rhythm of the zither sound by half a beat than the war drum.

This change means that after the final darkness and despair of the war drums, there will be a wisp of heavenly zither sound that blooms alone, just like the dawn comes, the hope flower blooms, sweeping away the gloom and gloom, bringing the light behind the darkness.

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It took Yunluo about ten minutes to mix and arrange, and then Yunluo listened to the recorded background music twice and felt quite satisfied, Bai Qinghua also praised her as the one who opened the recording studio, and she liked to make friends with capable songwriters the most, which could expand the reputation of the studio and get more profits.

In fact, there is another way to make money for the Tian Lai Recording Studio, which is to help those musicians who produce good songs to connect with music companies, and the benefit fee naturally has a recording studio. Bai Qinghua didn't put his mind on Yun Luo's head, that was to know who was standing behind Yan Shenyu.

"Manager Bai, prepare to record." Yunluo smiled at Yan Shenyu, then instructed Bai Qing to draw and entered the recording studio by himself.

Yan Shenyu saw that he was finally going to record a song, so he stood up, came to the glass wall with Tangtang in his arms, and stared quietly at Yunluo who was thinking about the song of my heart immortal tune with his eyes slightly closed.

Yunluo put on the headphones that played background music, gestured to Bai Qinghua, and stood still. Bai Qinghua put on the monitor headphones, clicked the audio playback, and the clouds in the studio sang with the first heart-catching war drums.

He has really lived in the apocalyptic world for two hundred and thirty-seven years, and there is the most sincere emotion in the song, although the end of the world is terrible, but it is his hometown, and there is an emotion that is indelible.

Bai Qinghua was distracted by the clouds again, and reveled in the clear, clean and melancholy singing, seven minutes passed in a blink of an eye, and Bai Qinghua had not been able to come out of the singing, which was the powerful charm of the scene. Or Yunluo came out of the studio, pressed the end of the recording button by himself, and then replayed it and listened to it with monitor headphones.

To be honest, there are a few Yinyunluo who sing out of tune, but Yunluo has no intention of singing again, perfection may not be the most aura, Yunluo has already sung the true memories of the end times, even if the skills are high, it is difficult to have that kind of feeling again.

Bai Qinghua, who woke up, blushed and felt that she was really incompetent, and she was fascinated twice.

Yunluo didn't care about Bai Qing's idea of painting, he combined the singing voice and background music into one, and listened to it again, so he opened and amplified the audio fluctuations, listened to it again and again, second by second, and removed some noise pops that shouldn't be there, so that Yunluo's first song was freshly baked, Yunluo just came to play tickets, and he didn't like to be as elaborate as a professional singer.

Copied an audio to the USB flash drive, Yunluo deleted all the records on the studio computer, said goodbye to Bai Qinghua, and left with Yan Shenyu Tangtang.

Yunluo drove the pink BMW and Yan Shenyu to a delicious restaurant in the higher education park for a meal, alas, it was Yan Shenyu's money, cough cough, Yan Shenyu also gave Yunluo five hundred yuan of pocket money...... Yan Shenyu didn't want Yunluo to always eat instant noodles, and he also knew that An Chuyu was very good at managing money, and Yunluo felt ashamed and didn't dare to reach out to his girlfriend to ask for money.

Anyway, the relationship between An Chuyu, Yunluo, and Yan Shenyu is so complicated that Yunluo has a headache when he thinks about it.

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