Liu Zhiqing closed her eyes and rested, reluctant to say more.

She is tired, but she is also stubborn, and her personality is such that she does not want to give up easily.

Su Muyan didn't speak anymore, she sat next to her, gently sorted out Liu Zhiqing's hair, and took care of her eldest sister in turn.

This big sister has always been like this, with a strong personality and a fragile heart.

Su Muyan still remembers that Zhiqing's grandmother died that year, and Zhiqing sat on the beach for two days and two nights, without a drop of water.

Her family thought she was protesting, protesting that they never valued family affection, and even if her grandmother died, she was only hastily buried.

They didn't know that Zhiqing at that time didn't want to protest anymore, she just found a place to cry quietly.

She wasn't a strong bull, just a lonely lamb.

Studio.

Chu He saw a huge mixer, as well as a wide and horizontal screen, two-way active monitors, and two-channel tube microphones.

There is a sense of science and technology here, and the music equipment makes Dechuhe, a little white, yearn for it.

He wants to record songs here, maybe he can pull the erhu and save the "Erquan Reflecting the Moon" that belongs to himself and the old man of Tianqiao.

"What's going on? Would you like to go in and sing for a while? 1,000 dollars an hour. "Happy to smell the joke.

When he entered the recording studio, he was happy to smell the spirit, and he was born to belong to music.

Chu He hurriedly shook his head: "It's too expensive to sing, let's talk about it when you have money." ”

Several of the staff members smiled kindly.

The tuner clicked the mouse to play back the audio recorded by Liu Zhiqing just now.

The speakers moved, and the sound of a conch came out.

It is the sound of a conch with a whistle, and it is the most common conch instrument. Because of the whistle, the requirements for the player are much lower, and you just need to know how to make a sound.

This will make the sound much louder, but the whistle will actually interfere with the original sound of the conch. The sound of the inner cavity of the conch is the purest when it comes from the sharp corners.

Chu He listened carefully and vaguely heard the tune of "The Song".

Liu Zhiqing's original audio can't get rid of the influence of the song of the ocean.

In addition, she didn't learn conch professionally in the first place, so she couldn't blow it on the table. Of course, there is also merit in this audio, which is the subkey, which is happy to hear the accompaniment.

After two minutes, the audio was played, and Chu He shook his head.

The people on the side were curious: "What does Mr. Chu think?" ”

Le Yuwen was actually quite satisfied with this audio, and he was going to use this to explain to Liu Zhiqing, but Chu He actually shook his head.

"It doesn't feel like the ocean at all, and to be honest, it's bad. It's not so much the sound of a conch as the sound of a snail. "Chu He is ruthless, he is very strict with the sound of conch, because he understands conch, he is a master of blowing conch.

Of course, the most important reason why he was ruthless was that Liu Zhiqing was not here.

"The sound of a snail?" Le Yuwen's face was extremely strange, and several staff members looked at each other, and couldn't help laughing for a while.

"Well, to use an analogy. This audio doesn't have a conch feel. Chu He didn't despise Liu Zhiqing, but just said that the biggest problem with audio is that it will always be a snail if it doesn't improve.

Unfortunately, the door opened.

Liu Zhiqing and Su Muyan walked in.

Liu Zhiqing's face was very cold, and Su Muyan looked at the sky speechlessly, and she didn't bother to look at Chu He.

Chu He turned his back to the gate, and when he heard the voice, he sighed in his heart, I'll go, who didn't close the door just now? Your own words leaked out?

"The sound of the snail is a more difficult music, let's imagine, who can play it with the snail? Therefore, President Liu's instrumental attainments are extremely high, but he is going in the wrong direction. Chu He's eyes changed thirteen times in half a second, "If President Liu goes in the right direction, he will definitely be a top conch master." ”

A group of people peeked at each other, all of them bowing their heads slightly. was happy to smell and want to help, but the comic style was not suitable for him, so he could only pestle dumbly.

"If you work hard, President Liu will definitely succeed, cheer up!" Chu He clapped his hands, then turned around and saw the indifferent Liu Zhiqing at a glance.

"Oops, why did President Liu come in? Got a full meal? "Chu He was enthusiastic.

Liu Zhiqing sat down indifferently, and an employee poured her a cup of coffee.

"Chu He, I don't know why you give me such a bad evaluation, in fact, I don't care, but I think the word 'snail sound' is very insulting to me, I want you to tell me, what is the sound of conch."

Liu Zhiqing finally spoke, a smell of gunpowder.

She took a break just now, and then took Su Muyan into the recording studio to listen to her work, but she heard Chu He making a big noise.

Liu Zhiqing already hated Chu He, a little white-faced soft rice man, but she didn't expect that the little white-faced man was still talking in front of the instrumental music master, which was not ashamed.

"Haha, Mr. Chu is joking. President Liu, let's continue to work, you have really made great progress. "Le Yuwen finally helped, he has a very good heart.

Liu Zhiqing stared at Chu He persistently: "Go in and blow the conch." ”

Liu Zhiqing is determined to make Chu He pay the price, not only for revenge for being humiliated, but also to let Chu He get out.

Yanyan has no reason to stay in Chu River, and after today, the soft rice man will completely disappear in front of him.

President Liu's aura is amazing, as the richest woman in Jiangcheng, she is so angry that ordinary people don't dare to touch their heads.

Willing to hear and amusement, he shut up and stopped saving the driver.

Chu He sighed in his heart, looking at Liu Zhiqing, who was extremely indifferent, he deeply realized the estrangement between himself and the rich woman for the first time.

This is not a simple disgust and disgust, to be precise, Liu Zhiqing's gaze can't tolerate a little white face, this "little white face" is not only aimed at Chu He, but also for all men who are delusional and get something for nothing.

It's like a piece of, everyone hates, but life can tolerate it, after all, you have to.

Liu Zhiqing's attitude towards Chu He is that the old lady would rather suffocate to death than pull it.

Su Muyan wanted to speak again and again, but finally chose to remain silent.

Chu He shrugged his shoulders and laughed at himself: "Okay, I'll send you a song of the ocean." ”

He made his way to the inner room of the studio, which was insulated from the outside sounds.

Leyi Wen spoke: "Mr. Chu, do you want me to cooperate with you?" ”

"No, is there a conch? Borrowed for use. "Chu He is used to playing alone.

Le Yuwen took out a delicate conch from his pocket and handed it to Chu He.

This is a conch, with several specially excavated air holes on it, and there is no whistle, which is a great test of the player's skills.

Happy to smell the accustomed use of the conch, he only has the conch.

"Give him a whelk, a whistle." Liu Zhiqing opened her mouth and gave Chu He the greatest gift.

She wanted to see what the Chu River could blow out.

is willing to smell and laugh, Chu He doesn't understand music at first glance, and entering a recording studio is like Grandma Liu entering the Grand View Garden, giving him no snails, which only adds to the laughing stock.

"No need." Chu He took the initiative to close the door, went in and sat down.

As a result, he sat alone in front of the microphone, isolated from the people outside.

Everyone looked at him, and the staff adjusted it and was ready.

Su Muyan whispered: "Sister, you just drive him away, there's no need to humiliate him like this." ”

"I don't want to humiliate him, I just hate men who don't have the ability and like to talk about it, if he really has the self-esteem to leave on his own, he will be grateful to me in the future." Liu Zhiqing shook her head lightly and closed her eyes again.

She doesn't have a deep hatred for Chu He, it's just that the gap between two people from different classes is too big and too deep. For Liu Zhiqing, Chu River is looking up to the first-class in the ninth stream, and the ninth stream does not climb up, but relying on the first-class to reluctantly, the most despicable!

"Whew." The sound of the conch sounded suddenly, with a short sound, like a wave suddenly falling into the sea.

The Chu River blew the conch, and the sound came from the active monitors.

Everyone's ears were pricked up, and the cold Liu Zhiqing opened her eyes in amazement, staring at Chu He, who was sitting calmly in the glass window, and her fingers clenched involuntarily.

Or the song of the sea, "The Song", far and wide, the wind and waves of the sea crash against the shore reef, and the white seagulls chirp in the sky.

It was as if a mandala had bloomed in the middle of the sea, mysterious, low, with the crunch of an ancient sailing ship, through thousands of years of secluded time, stranded on the beach.

Whales leap out of the sea, stirring up huge waves, and deep-sea fish glide across the night-like trenches without leaving a trace.

Chu He is passionate and affectionate, just like his heart.

On that day, the erhu sound of the old man on the flyover was extinguished in the wind, and on this day, the song of the ocean sounded in his heart.

You are as proud as a summer flower, and I may not be as humble as dust.