The tea is drunk for no reason, and the light ink painting is desolate.

“…… The last word of these words must respond to the rhythm of the song, and it should be elongated, do you understand, not a prolonged tone, but an elongation, you must remember this, and there are several points to pay attention to in this rap of this song, the first speed, the second bite, and the third with a naughty taste. Do you understand? ”

Lin Feng explained sentence by sentence, and then continued to explain as a whole.

"The tune of this song is light and exquisite, simple and pop style, especially the classical artistic conception in it, you must understand it with your heart, and you can't see how the artistic conception you feel can be understood by others. Also, the song is generally rhythmic, but it's not urgent, and you don't want to lead the accompaniment. This song has changed a bit compared to your style, this span I hope you can cross over, or the same sentence, if you have any questions, you can tell me, let me show you. ”

"Okay, I got Mr. Lin." Fang Lun responded.

"Well, okay, you go and get familiar with it first, and we'll start the sixth song later."

After a pause, Lin Feng said loudly again.

"You have 10 minutes to get your time and you can take a break, you can get familiar with the score, whatever you do, and at the end please hand over the results to my satisfaction. Well, the 10-minute break doesn't include the recording technicians, you guys hurry up and finish the first five songs, and then you'll have to record the sixth. ”

Whether it is a break or familiarity with the score, Lin Feng has already helped everyone make a choice when he gives a choice, he is familiar with the score, and the satisfaction comes from his attitude. Just like a student's exam, the quality of the test results depends on whether they usually use the rest time to study, and there will always be some good impression points when the teacher sees it, and as for the kind of students who can do well in the exam without studying, they are not suitable for this theory.

One of the two choices cannot be chosen, just as life seems to have many choices, but in fact it is always a one-way street, because we have no choice, and what we can choose to change is only our own steps, steps rather than roads.

Of course, the most tragic thing is that the technicians do not even have a superficial choice.

……

Time slipped away without saying hello, and the only thing that knew it was gone was the clock that kept watching it and recording it.

Looking at the time, Lin Feng looked around again and said loudly.

"It's time, everyone is ready to start, song six."

With Lin Feng's words, the staff present began to get busy, the sixth song is different from the previous one, so be cautious.

The sixth song seems a bit heavier, not because it is better than the previous ones, nor because it is better than the later ones, but because it is somewhat different from the previous ones in terms of words and songs. There were five fish on the table, and just when people thought the sixth was still fish, a chicken appeared. The reason is the same, the new novelty is always more eye-catching than the original.

"Let's go."

With Lin Feng's words, the accompaniment sounded faintly.

A clear sound of the piano seems to come slowly from a distance, crystal clear but distinct against the appropriate background, accompanied by the sound of gurgling water to cleanse the listener's heart, a dusty and peaceful world is quietly descending, silent.

And then did not waste a trace of time, the sound is in harmony, but not complicated and not chaotic strings also inadvertently show a shadow, thousands of turns, soothing and brisk, a story about the past life seems to begin, the melody is a few entanglements, the rhythm will follow, on the watery rice paper with a trace of ripples, stirring a beautiful dream, with ink marks left in the dream figure.

"A wisp of the sun is half an inch of time, and several generations of vain and frivolous young men."

Fang Lun started singing, and according to Lin Feng's instructions, he made a slightly longer pause between the long sentences.

"The wind sighs, the night is too long, the loneliness is like a song, and the thoughts are shaking."

……

Fang Lun paused and sang, and Lin Feng, who was listening with headphones, frowned deeply, which word to use to describe it? Affectation? Deliberately? Or stiff?

"Lift the case and lift the neon dress lightly, and I am willing to encourage each other with you."

"Stop."

insisted on listening to the part of the main song, Lin Feng couldn't hold it anymore, why did he give me a feeling of answering questions in the examination room?

"Fang Lun, a very important aspect of music, do you know what it is? It's fluency, even if it's a song that sounds very contradictory, you dig into the deepest part of it and focus on it. But you're good, each sentence has a relatively vague style in place, but the fluency between each of your sentences is almost zero, you wait too deliberately, you have to merge with the melody, it is very easy to carry you, you are also very smooth by him, do you hear? Do it all over again."

The accompaniment began, the singing began, and after the three words were spit out, the shouting stopped.

"Fang Lun, fluency is not to listen deliberately, to listen deliberately, even if you react quickly, you will always be a beat slower. The conscious nervous response of man is always faster than the unconscious psychological instinct, and I have to remind you of this. You did a good job in the first five songs, what's wrong with this one, is it because this one doesn't make peace with you? But it's not so stiff. ”

Listening to Lin Feng's somewhat stern voice, Fang Lun was silent, he had worked very hard to adapt, but the feeling of the first few songs was better than this one, as if those songs were providential, and this was artificially made.

Silence can end to many problems, but it doesn't solve all problems.

Lin Feng's sternness, Fang Lun's silence, and the atmosphere in the recording room were slightly subtle.

"Do it all over again."

"Stop."

"Fluency, fluency, and the emotional investment of each sentence, imagine looking back over the years, the scene before the pen is raised, and begin."

"Stop, not a single brisk feeling, is a complex, sad-based lightness."

……

Some people sometimes have no role in some things, but there will always be a figure in these things that they silently watch, maybe they will not play a role in these things, but once they play a role, they are crucial. For example, today's Yang Li.

Yang Li, who had been watching from the sidelines, saw and felt something wrong on the recording field, Fang Lun was like a confused fly scurrying around in the room full of Lin Feng's preaching, and saw that it was there. It's my turn, Yang Lixin said.

"Mr. Lin." After thinking about it, Yang Li stepped forward and interrupted Lin Feng, who was listening.

"What's wrong? Director Yang. Lin Feng took off his headphones and asked.

"That's Mr. Lin, I think Fang Lun is a little confused, why don't you give a demonstration and show him how to sing it." Yang Li said.

"Well, I think I was a little dizzy just now, yes, I'll demonstrate." Saying that, Lin Feng picked up the microphone again, pushed the switch, and said, "Fang Lun, you come out and rest first, and I'll show you a demonstration." ”

Listening to Lin Feng's words, Fang Lun was like a person who had been oppressed for decades and saw the dawn of turning over a serf to sing, so he hurriedly took off his headphones and walked out.

Lin Feng walked into the recording room, put on the headphones in the recording room, and nodded silently, mobilizing the feeling of memory preparation. Where is the other side monitoring, Yang Li has already pulled out the headphones, and he wants to listen too.

The light accompaniment sounded again, and the world that was antique but accompanied by deep sorrow came again.

"A wisp of the sun is half an inch of time, and several generations of vain and frivolous young men."

When Lin Feng started singing, he grasped it just right, it was a place where the piano accompaniment and rhythm were tactful, and it was natural to be in the extreme.

"The wind sighs, the night is too long, the loneliness is like a song, and the thoughts are shaking. The autumn wind and rain are cold, and the vicissitudes of life will be vicissitudes in a blink of an eye, and who else can I tell my heart. ……”

The lyrics of each sentence spit out from Lin Feng's mouth, echoing in the recording studio, as if a long scroll was slowly opened in the air, knowing that there was a gorgeous picture but the ink could not be seen clearly, it was the rapid turn of time brought up by the mist, as the story deepened and looked back, on the vaguely vague way to come, I saw the wandering that I had not felt at that time in the time of my youth, helpless.

"A cup of tea and light wine, accompany the lonely moon. Drops of ink slowly fall on the paper, the lines are like the hem of a skirt, and a few strokes draw the sadness in your heart......"

The arrival of the chorus part is like a noise that breaks the tranquility, and the melody also becomes elegant and cheerful. The painting scroll gradually dissipates due to the change of time, as if the fog has been lifted, the last trace of mist is gently blown away, and a little bit of beautiful but particularly sad ink is blooming like a flower.

"The phantom is dancing like a hook and slowly drifting, and a few inches of time have changed with the wind. The dead tree and the moonlit night add a bit of melancholy, and a drop of light ink is enough to dissolve all the sorrow in my heart. ”

As soon as the beauty and sorrow of the chorus were first known, the compact and unhurried rap came as promised, lightly in people's hearts and in the air, leaving behind the imprint that the gentleness of the breeze could not erase, and the feelings of light ink touched everyone softly, and introduced the world of the long scroll that gradually fell into the ink in each of the songs.

"The autumn wind and rain are cold and vicissitudes in a blink of an eye, who else can I tell my heart, lift the case and lift the neon dress lightly, I am willing to complement each other with you, the ink drops fell on my heart, the sleeves are lightly depicted beautifully, a cup of tea and light wine......"

The tactful accompaniment walked lightly, Lin Feng's melodious and elegant male voice sounded again, and the ink droplets when the ink fell flew again, with an endless aftertaste.

"A few strokes draw the sorrow in your heart, a few strokes ......"

The ink pen in the artist's hand drops lightly on the paper, and is extended by his few strokes, painting a beauty, intoxicated, chic, and imperceptible loneliness and sadness.

On paper, paint a beautiful look of your life; In my heart, I have a drop of inky sorrow.

After a few repetitions of the last sentence, a different Lin Feng version of "Falling Ink" was engraved in the hearts of everyone in the recording studio, and it was also engraved in the history of this world.

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