While Bai Chan recorded the sample, listening to this moving melody and Bai Chan's slightly sad singing, he frowned while being shocked, he had to score music according to Bai Chan's timbre and vocal line, and his domineering vocal range, and even rearrange the music, so as to express the feelings contained in these songs.

Complex arrangements had already appeared in his mind, and the notes were flying around in his mind, but they were not like that.

In the end, I have to sigh that although the soundtrack and arrangement provided by Bai Chan still have a strong sense of old-time stagnation in the seventies and eighties, just like the simple and domineering melody of the descendants of the dragon, it is really not easy to change.

He didn't believe in evil and quietly sent a text message, planning to find a guy who is very good in the industry to work together to do such a challenging job, if not, but to package the album in a nostalgic style.

The studio's absent-minded backing band was in full swing at this point.

There have been too many things that have happened in the company recently, and I am personally uneasy.

Brother Media Group took advantage of Mr. Tao's unintentional defense, and transferred away the contracts of Zhang You and Liu Huan, the two major Optimus Primes, and used a trick to force Mr. Tao to redeem 49% of the shares controlled by the group. This set of vicious serial schemes, in their opinion, the old owner directly dumped it as an inferior asset after watching the profit points and return on investment of Brother Records get lower and lower. How can this kind of decay shown by cutting flesh and self-harm not make them, the old employees who make a living from music and have been working in Brother Records for more than ten years, feel related and confused about the future.

Even the few remaining singers in the company are playing Xiao Jiujiu, and the figure is almost gone! They are even more bottomless behind the scenes, just now watching Bai Chan provoke Mr. Tao, who was painstakingly supporting his brother's records, angry, Teacher Alin and Ma Kuang also wanted to make a small means that could not be on the table to show the color of this bastard boy, but they didn't want to usher in such a shocking surprise.

As an accompanist, all Chinese pop songs are almost familiar to them, and their ability to distinguish songs is no worse than that of singers. At this time, listening to Bai Chan singing classic songs almost extravagantly, it seems to have returned to the most popular time of music in the ** decade, full of passion, as if even the level of accompaniment has been improved by eight gears, and the accompaniment is like opening a concert with a superstar, which is very emotional!

The charm of classic songs is like this, whether it is the helpless questioning of "Who Knows the Prodigal Heart", or the paranoid perception of "A Game and a Dream", or the exhaustion after the despair of "Sad 1999", they are all spiritual drugs that point directly to people's hearts and soothe the soul.

Tian Hongyu, a who is not bad-looking, has begun to sob silently after listening to three songs, and finally escaped from the recording studio and cried in an unmanned bathroom, as if she was led out of the saddest bitter story in her heart.

And Bai Chan, the hairy boy in their eyes, this young body seems to contain a embarrassed soul wounded by love, and he didn't use too complicated skills, just his true singing skills and emotional display, and he didn't have the feeling of singing oil, let alone the hollowness of being alone in the music, but used his voice and emotions to pull everyone to taste the hurt and pain with him.

And Cantonese songs like "Can't Say Goodbye", they can't comment on it.

This kind of melody is almost the charm of the way of music.

There are memories and reluctance of love in the song; There is stubbornness and sorrow after redemption and unattainable; There is also the maturity of when love is a thing of the past and awakens to it.

It seems to paint a man's mature back, but there are some scars faintly engraved on this back, which is the price of growth.

Cuteness is like this, it can't be stopped when it comes, it can't be stopped when it goes, it blooms in youth, fades away in growth, and is eternal in memories!

Bai Chan sang and sang, as if he had returned to the apartment where he lived in his previous life, Wan'er was wearing a scarf, cooking for him who was tired, and endured his laziness and justifiable enjoyment willingly.

Tears are like rain, but suddenly this life.

And the red eyes of the green sac, with Bai Chan's gloomy tears and two lines of jade, Cantonese is very strange to her from the north, much stranger than foreign languages, from the few words that I vaguely understood, I still heard the unspeakable hurt in Bai Chan's heart!

This silly girl stepped forward lightly, with a little grievance and guilt in her eyes, but more of a strong love.

In the previous life, this song, which has almost become a symbol of Cantonese songs, has an appeal that is almost nuclear equivalent, if it weren't for the fact that the people present didn't know how to sing it, and they didn't dare to hum blindly for fear of destroying Bai Chan's almost extremely emotional singing, I am afraid that I would have been unable to help myself. But even so, one by one, including Tao Le and Poplar, felt like a fish in their throats, like something stuck in their throats, and they didn't vomit or feel unhappy!

The green sac, which was almost caught in the self-compilation, approached Bai Chan step by step, and reached out the hand that was as clear as jade, reaching out to Bai Chan's back. At this moment, time is almost frozen in Bai Chan's singing, and this hand seems to be the retention and repentance of lovers in the rain after they break up, moving forward little by little, but it has never been touched.

And Bai Chan has four consecutive songs suitable for his mood to brew emotions, and he has become more and more involved in singing, and his control of voice and emotions has also exceeded the previous deliberateness, reaching the realm of running from the heart and melting into the song. So, the song is even more powerful!

As he confided his last sad sigh -

The waves of floating dust are like crowds

How can there be no thoughts

You and I are so sad that we can't say goodbye!

Wan'er, you didn't say goodbye to me either, so I'll definitely find you!

And finally at this moment, Qing Nang's hand touched his slightly trembling back, conveying a bit of softness and warmth.

When he changed hands, he saw that the green bag was full of grievances and self-blame, as if it was mixed with more complicated things, but he didn't dare to interpret it.

After smiling apologetically, Bai Chan secretly made a decision, he couldn't bear to hurt the girl in front of him who had left strong traces in this life, so he had to explain it clearly as soon as possible, otherwise, sooner or later the two of them would be at a loss!

Looking at his apologetic eyes, the red-eyed green sac suddenly reached out to wipe the tears from the corners of his eyes for him, such courage seemed to be no longer the unreachable shadow in his memory.

The conflict of memories between the two lives made Bai Chan forget about the block.

The others present looked at the ambiguous and innocent performances of the two and felt happy.

Finally, it was the green sac that was born first to break this strange atmosphere.

"Millennial love, I want to sing with you!"

"Let me practice for a while, I will definitely be able to sing well!"

"You can't refuse!"

Qing Sac is domineering, such domineering is not rude, but a euphemistic expression of her heart, and her last reserve.

Bai Chan is silent, Qing Nan's clear and powerful voice, her powerful breath and her flowery high-pitched domineering singing voice, singing such a song of male and female soprano duet is obviously very suitable, she can even easily descend the tone to cooperate with his song, and she can also sing the domineering beauty of this song.

Only, now how he promised!

And how to refuse?

"Third child, promise!"

"Third brother, promise!"

The two brothers don't have such complicated thoughts as him, fanning the yin wind on the side, they have already seen the strength of the green bag sister paper, no matter from which aspect, it is suitable, and now a heart is hanging on Bai Chan early, the ready-made singer is not selected, and the water spirit cabbage sent to the door is not picked, is the brain lacking!

provoked the green sac with a slightly red face, and with the red corners of the eyes, it looked like an injured porcelain doll.

Bai Chan, who was squeezed into a dead corner, frowned, looked at Qing Nang's persistent pleading, and had no choice but to retreat.

"Okay, let's try first!"

Seeing Bai Chan receiving the offer, Bai Yang and Lao Qi looked at each other and smiled, but they were happy for him from the bottom of their hearts.

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The belated second watch! Ask for a ticket.