With two-thirds of the day left, Twelve's twelve should be able to take a few more steps and should be able to shine multiple green lights on the way to the completion of the album.

Taxi into the road, inconspicuous in the vast traffic, the words of the fluffy and shiny have not been verified between Lin Feng and the taxi, now as a celebrity Lin Feng has not made the taxi look new, the car is still ordinary, in the traffic on the road, it is not conspicuous.

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After paying, stepping out of the taxi, Lin Feng saw Yang Li, who had been waiting at the door for an unknown amount of time.

"Director Yang, it's really hard, I even made a special trip to greet me, how can I stand it!" Lin Feng took two steps tightly, and Yang Liying, who also saw Lin Feng walking quickly, took two steps and said.

"Mr. Lin is polite, this is as it should be, for my company's Mr. Fang Lun's album has worked tirelessly to communicate so many times, my company should let me come down to greet it." Yang Li smiled.

"Hehe, you're welcome." Lin Feng smiled, and didn't continue this topic, if people give us face, we have to get the face given by others, "Director Yang is probably tired after standing for so long, let's go up." ”

"Hey, okay, let's go up. Mr. Lin, please. Yang Li nodded, and made a gesture of invitation slightly.

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In the recording studio.

In the position of monitoring and commanding, Lin Feng was sitting precariously with a serious expression.

Next to the door, Yang Li looked at everything in the field with great interest, especially listened carefully to every point that Lin Feng said, through learning, knowing, understanding, and melting into his own things. Learning in the moment, growing in learning, living better and better, sometimes it's as simple as that.

"Fang Lun, you have to pay attention, the second word of these sentences must be bitten heavier, not the same as the previous tone, this song is difficult, not every sentence must pay special attention to the few transpositions I began to tell you, each of which must be cautious and must be done." Lin Feng said into the microphone.

In the recording room, Fang Lun listened to the sound in his ears while his brain was running at high speed, he was trying to think about and digest every point Lin Feng said, frowning and stretching from time to time.

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"Okay, Fang Lun, you try again, all departments prepare."

"Let's go."

The faint prelude moves forward in the harmony of the guzheng and pipa, and from time to time there are heavy string beats, and the dense drum beat knocks on the heart.

"The window shines at the beginning of the dawn and the clouds of the West Bridge are swaying, thinking about the corners of your clothes that were slightly swinging in the lotus wind, and the ripples of the golden years of wood carving sealed the pen seven years ago, because I waved only for you in this life, the rain wet my eyes, and I look forward to returning to the well every year......"

The undulating melody of the falling rock has a majestic atmosphere, compared with the sadness and beauty revealed in the lyrics, the feelings of mourning for the lover for many years are confided in this day, slowly flowing out of the heart, and there is infinite sadness under the dark waves of the calm water surface.

"I'm wandering in the world, I can't find your paradise, I can't forget it, it's Qingming rain again, I'm sending chrysanthemums to you, and I ...... sing your favorite songs."

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After Fang Lun finished singing, Lin Feng nodded, and after several revisions, he was finally able to listen to it. Lin Feng suddenly hesitated a little in his heart, he had carried so many good songs for Fang Lun in one go, whether it was right or wrong, now Fang Lun singing is not so much that Fang Lun is singing, but that the song is taking Fang Lun away, if it is maintained like this, it will be very difficult for Fang Lun's level to improve in the future!

Lin Feng's thoughts didn't last long, Fang Lun's expectant eyes in the recording room and the stillness of everyone in the recording studio silently reminded him that it was time to speak.

"Fang Lun, you sang well in Qingming Yu this time, and you have noticed many of the key points, but the last few lines of the chorus part have no vibrato, which you should pay attention to. In addition, feelings, when singing, you have to have a long-suppressed feeling, not just looking and missing, but also a long-suppressed long-term long-term longing. ……”

Lin Feng talked for a long time, and gave some orders to start again with some skills and feelings.

With the flow of accompaniment, Fang Lun slowly slowed down his breathing, imagining the picture with his heart, and feeling the longing that penetrated his bones.

"The window shines at the dawn of the dawn and the clouds of the West Bridge are swaying, thinking of the corners of your clothes that were slightly swinging in the lotus wind, and the ripples of the golden years of wood carving sealed the pen seven years ago, because I only ...... for you in this life"

Fang Lun handed over his voice to Skill and Heart, and his thoughts seemed to be a little thicker than before.

"I'm wandering in the world, I can't find your paradise, I can't forget it...... On the Qingming rain again, Zheju will be sent to you, and your favorite song will be sung softly. ”

The majestic singing and accompaniment gradually fade away in the low accompaniment and voice, no matter how heroic life is, it also needs a touch of tenderness to set off, and a single is never life.

"Okay, the song was recorded, right?" Lin Feng nodded and asked the staff on the side.

The staff in charge of recording obviously didn't react immediately because of the poignancy of the song, and after Lin Feng shouted it a second time, he finally woke up to the fact that he was still working, and he had obviously found the wrong time and place after hearing it.

"Report Mr. Lin, the recording has been completed."

"Well, save it and get ready for the next one." Lin Feng nodded and gave him an order alone.

After speaking, Lin Feng picked up the microphone again.

"Everyone, pay attention, this Qingming rain is over, wait for us to carry out the next song. After recording the next song, we will rest and eat. ”

"Fang Lun's song is the ninth song recorded on the album, do you have any thoughts?" Lin Feng asked Fang Lun, who came to sit down beside him.

"Thoughts? Mr.'s songs are really well written, each one is able to go to the level of three talents, but it's really difficult, after singing nine songs, I feel like I have sung several styles, each style is worthy of deep study, I really learned a lot. It's like the Red Dust Inn, the low hysteria in the chorus, and the consistency of the Lanting prelude rap and the chorus, as well as the fresh and refined ink ......" Fang Lun pondered for a moment and said.

"Looks like you've got a lot of feelings. Hehe, that's right, there are four styles of songs that have been recorded, and I am no exaggeration to say that breaking up these songs and finding the right people can create at least four first-class popular singers. Lin Feng smiled and said something that might seem overconfident to some.

Fang Lun did not doubt the authenticity of Lin Feng's words, he was also a musician, and he understood the weight of these songs. Geniuses and ordinary people may be arrogant, will be sneering, and will boast, but the biggest difference between geniuses and ordinary people is that geniuses do these things based on facts in reality and their own strength, while ordinary people are whimsical out of thin air, even if they boast, they will think and try later, and one will only forget, just say for the sake of saying.

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