The question of names has become an unsolvable problem.

Recording the song, Zhang Wu and Chen Yang knew each other lightly and stood in their place.

Inside is Chen Yang, who is brewing feelings, recalling the details of the buried alive and his own emotions.

Outside, Zhang Wu carefully modulated the machine, striving to give Chen Yang a finish.

It's impossible to get it done right the first time, you need to adjust it, you need to get the most perfect recording at the first time.

There is no singing skill to say.

It's not that there isn't, it's rare, Zhang Wu has been doing this job for so many years, and he hasn't seen a few.

Next to him was Xiao Anran, eating snacks and sitting in his place obediently.

The little eyes sometimes look at the father inside, smiling and encouraging.

"Uncle, why is there no sound?"

"Soon there will be, Xiao Anran knows what to do, right?"

Xiao Anran nodded: "Well, I know, I can't speak." ”

Silence is a premise.

The environment provides to the people inside, although the sound from the outside is difficult to affect the people inside.

Where you should be careful, you still have to be careful.

Recording begins.

The first time I recorded, I failed.

It is they who are not satisfied with this recording and cannot be said to be a failure.

The results are very good, but they do not reach their ideal values.

"Do it again, the relationship should be full, and the breathing should be steady."

"Give you five minutes to adjust, and we'll start again."

Time is tight, and they can't afford to delay.

Five minutes, very little.

Take a sip of water, glance at your phone and pass.

The second time he recorded, Chen Yang took a deep breath.

Adjust the status and nod.

Zhang Wu turned on the machine and put on headphones.

Listening to Chen Yang's terrifying voice inside, the supernatural picture created.

In the darkness, a faint light flickered.

Breathing, suffocation.

The body, unable to move, surrounds, seems to be restricted.

air, less and less.

The cold hits my heart.

Fear, fear, despair.

Negative emotions occupy the mind and affect one's mind.

Suddenly, Zhang Wu's body shook and came out of this strange state.

Look at Chen Yang again, he has already finished singing.

Waiting for his results, Zhang Wu calmed down.

Listen to it again, and enter that frame again.

He saw that he was going to die.

He saw the gates of hell opening.

"Whew, perfect."

Give Chen Yang a signal and let him come out.

"Good, this time, perfect."

"I'll hear it."

Pick up the headphones and listen, and the playback begins.

Listening to his own voice, Chen Yang's mind naturally popped up with the picture of his own filming.

Yes, that's how it feels.

That's right, I did it myself.

"Didn't disappoint you."

"Yes, Chen Yang."

Zhang Wu was shocked again.

The sense of the picture, listening to the song can hear the sense of the picture, and when you say it, others may think that you are crazy.

Professional things, only professionals know.

"You're really awesome, Chen Yang, don't sing, waste your business."

"That's not what you said before."

"That's the past, it's all in the past."

Zhang Wu never mentioned the past, at that time, he was young and frivolous and liked to fight.

"The first song is finished, what about the second song?"

"Let's get started, time is tight, we can't delay."

It must be done today, otherwise, Chen Yang would not choose this time to find Zhang Wu.

Better tomorrow.

"So nervous? Your emotions? ”

"No problem, I can do it."

As a singer, adjusting your emotions is a must.

And as an actor, this is also a basic skill.

Chen Yang entered the recording studio and put on his headphones.

Give the outside a signal that you can do it.

Zhang Wu also gave the signal, and then started recording.

The horror trilogy, which took more than three hours.

Or Chen Yang played perfectly, recording again and again.

Do your best, finish one song, and then move on to the next song.

Xiao Anran eats all-you-can-eat, and her daughter, who has nothing to do, walks around.

Why hasn't Dad come out yet?

"It's been a long time, what time is Dad going to record?"

"Oh, it's so uncomfortable, I can't go out and play."

"Uncle, is Dad out?"

"Uncle, can I go in?"

"Uncle, it's so boring."

"No, uncle, I'm full."

The snacks are full, and Xiao Anran can't eat anything else.

For three hours, eat non-stop, even if it is a pig, you have to rest.

She sat on the couch and, no, lay down.

"Oh, it's so uncomfortable."

"Why didn't you play with me?"

No mobile phone to play, no one to accompany yourself.

Little Enron was very bored, but he couldn't go to his father.

I can't go out to play, and my dad will be angry if he finds out.

"Okay, little Enron, your dad is out."

Xiao Anran heard the sound, jumped off the sofa, and ran to the door of the room.

Waiting for Dad to come out, the portal opened, and a flutter.

"Dad, it's been a long time."

"Wronged my little darling, did you eat snacks?"

"Ate a little bit."

Chen Yang saw the snack bag, a bunch, is this a point?

"Only a little?"

The daughter enlarged her hand and increased it a little.

"That's it."

"It's not a good boy to lie."

The daughter, who couldn't deny it, pointed to the snack bag and said embarrassedly, "This is what my uncle and I ate." ”

Zhang Wu ate it, just a bag.

He was very aggrieved, but he couldn't debunk Xiao Enron's words.

"Well, I ate it too."

"You can't eat that many snacks in the future, you know?"

Xiao Anran nodded, as for whether to do it or not, that is a matter for the future.

Good perfunctory attitude.

"These three songs, you'd better hurry up, I'm in a hurry over there."

"It's not going to be a National Day file, right?"

"That's right, my friend is crazy, he wants to be on the National Day file, he has a small movie, isn't he looking for death? But this person is biased and wants to hit it. ”

"There is such a person, it can't be Lu Dajie, right?"

Chen Yang swore that he had not leaked any news.

"How do you know?"

Zhang Wu smiled: "How many friends do you have in Yangcheng?" Don't I know? Except for Yang Mumu, there is only him. ”

"But, as far as I know, he's not a director, is he?"

"No, his dream is to be a director."

"It's good to have dreams."

The meaning of this sentence is that dreams are dreams and reality is reality.

Chen Yang held back and didn't let himself laugh, if this sentence made Lu Dajie directly, he might call the door.

"What's the name of the movie?"

"Buried alive, I'm going to cheer up when the time comes."

The matter has already been decided, and there is no need to hide it.

generously admitted that if he was invited to see it, he might be able to get an extra box office.

"Buried Alive? That's a good name, it's a horror movie? ”

"Almost, supernatural films, not scary."

"Well, who's the main character?"

Chen Yang was stunned for a moment, his expression embarrassed.

"You'll know then, it's said that the protagonist is a handsome guy."

"Little fresh meat?"

"No, it's a real actor, handsome, rich, and acting."

"Then I'll have to check it out."

Zhang Wu said that he didn't understand what Chen Yang meant by the last look in his eyes?

(End of chapter)