Seeing that Han Yanrou wanted to teach singing, Wang Hai took the microphone and asked, "Yanrou, do you need to cut into the accompaniment?" ”

Hearing this, Han Yanrou waved her hand at Wang Hai, indicating that she didn't need to.

Seeing this, Wang Hai pulled over the chair and sat down, and said with a smile to Yang Jin beside him: "You kid is blessed, you met Yanrou to create on the spot." ”

"Director Wang, do you mean that Mr. Han created on-site to teach Yang Qianqian?" Yang Jin's eyes were stunned and said in surprise.

"Or else?" Wang Hai smiled and continued: "Listen carefully, the opportunity is rare." ”

After speaking, Wang Hai showed a look of expectation on his face and put on the monitoring headphones.

Yang Jin also hurriedly put on the monitoring headphones, sat beside Wang Hai like a good baby, and looked at the shed expectantly and excitedly.

At this moment, in the studio, Han Yanrou adjusted the guitar in her hand, thought about it for a while, and locked a ballad in the song library in her mind.

This song is called "Prose Poems Written by My Father", which is a collaboration between young singer Xu Fei and the famous poet Dong Yufang. Flat and straightforward, but it can easily resonate without moving.

In his previous life, this song was covered by the famous male singer Li Jian when he participated in "I Am a Singer", and the simple and unpretentious melody touched people's hearts, which made the audience listen to it with tears in their eyes.

This song has no flowery rhetoric, it is narrated like a narrative, plain and affectionate, which makes people's hearts sour, with tears in the corners of their eyes, and evokes memories of their father in their minds.

The story with my father always seems to be so subtle and ordinary, but it touches the deepest and softest place in my heart, perhaps this is also the charm of this song!

And the most empathetic thing about this song is that the kind of situation that requires a lot of determination from parents to buy a cookie is sung in the song, although it is a more sad thing, but it is actually a common experience and memory of a generation.

After finalizing the song, Han Yanrou adjusted her state, and then the beautiful and smart guitar sound flowed out from Han Yanrou's fingers, like a thin flow through her heart, soft and quiet, soft and comfortable.

Not only did Yang Qianqian listen to it, but so did Wang Hai and Yang Jin in front of the console!

After a guitar accompaniment, Han Yanrou began to sing, and the light singing voice was like a kingfisher playing water, beautiful and warm, flowing into people's hearts.

The 1984 crops had already been harvested

My daughter was sleeping so sweetly in my arms

I don't have time to watch an open-air movie today

My wife reminded me to fix the pedals of the sewing machine

Tomorrow I'm going

The neighbor borrowed some more money

The child cried all day and was clamoring for cookies

The blue polyester shirt drilled into my heart in pain

Squatting on the edge of the pond gave himself two punches

……

The guitar is paired with Han Yanrou's warm and empty voice, and a unique "sense of passing" style instantly swept in-

The moment the music sounded, the scenes in the diary of "Father" couldn't help but appear in front of Yang Qianqian and others, as if they were looking at photos that turned yellow with the passage of time.

……

This is my father

Texts in the diary

This is a prose poem left over from his youth

Decades later, I watched as tears flowed

But my father was as old as a shadow

……

Han Yanrou uses musical notes to convey the profound father's love and responsibility for his children, as well as the helpless interpretation of his children after they perceive the passage of time and their father's old age.

caused Yang Qianqian and the others to burst into tears, and their eyes were full of different colors when they looked at Han Yanrou!

……

Texts in the diary

It was left behind by his life

Prose poems that remained

Decades later

I watched as tears flowed

But my father was as old as an old newspaper

Old newspapers

The story is a lifetime

……

With a unique "sense of passing" style and a guitar, Han Yanrou affectionately interprets this poem of fatherly love condensed after the flow of time.

Time flies and can't take away "Prose Poems Written by Father"!

After singing the song, Han Yanrou also returned to reality from the artistic conception of this song, turned her head and said to Yang Qianqian: "How is it, remember ......"

Before she finished speaking, Han Yanrou was stunned, because at this moment Yang Qianqian was crying like a tearful person.

As if thinking of something, Han Yanrou looked out of the shed, Wang Hai and Yang Jin hugged each other and cried like a fat man of three hundred catties, and he thought that the two of them were doing a job.

The corners of Han Yanrou's mouth twitched, and she thought, "Eh, such an exaggeration?" ”

At this time, the door of the recording studio was pushed open, and the beautiful and sexy royal sister Murong Er walked in with high heels.

Seeing Wang Hai and the others hugging their heads and crying, they were suddenly confused.

"What's going on?"

…

…

"So, because of Yanrou's song, you cry like this?" After listening to Wang Hai's explanation, Murong Er couldn't cry or laugh.

Wang Hai spread his hands helplessly, and nodded helplessly.

Seeing this, Murong Er suddenly became a little interested, but thought that there were still things to do.

She still controlled the curiosity in her heart, turned her head and said to Han Yanrou who came out of the recording studio: "Yanrou, the ticket for tomorrow morning has been booked, and the agent who has made a new arrangement for you has also been arranged." ”

Some time ago, Han Yanrou had promoted Murong Er to the general manager of the company, so it was naturally impossible to continue to serve as her agent, so Han Yanrou asked Murong Er to find her an agent again.

"Or you're still efficient." Hearing this, Han Yanrou smiled and praised.

"Yes, the agent was dug by me from Fanghua Brokerage Company, called Mi Xue, oh yes, I also found you an assistant, a little girl who just graduated, called Zeng Ling, they are waiting for you in the office, you go over to meet now?"

"Let's wait until I'm done with what I'm doing." Han Yanrou glanced at Yang Qianqian, who was waiting for her in the recording studio, and said.

"Okay, I'll get busy first." After speaking, Murong Er hurriedly left.

"This Nizi really looks like a president." Wang Hai sighed on the side.

"What's the matter, you have taken a fancy to my Rong'er?" Han Yanrou looked at Wang Hai with a smile and teased.

"Hey, Yanrou look at what you said, I'm a married woman." Wang Hai glared at Han Yanrou angrily and said.

Han Yanrou smiled and didn't tease Wang Hai, and said seriously: "Did I record what I sang just now?" ”

"Recorded, by the way, what's the name of this song?"

"The prose poem written by my father, you can deal with this song when the time comes, as Yang Qianqian's main single."

Wang Hai was obviously stunned, and asked in some surprise: "Eh, are you going to sing this song to Yang Qianqian?" ”

"Well, she's good at singing, maybe better than me."

"Really?" Wang Hai glanced at Yang Qianqian and was suspicious.

It was really Yang Qianqian who sang out of tune before, which caused him a psychological shadow, which made him a little afraid to compliment Yang Qianqian if she could sing this song well.

"Just try it."

After speaking, Han Yanrou pulled the microphone and said to Yang Qianqian in the recording studio: "Qianqian, I sang just now, do you remember?" ”

In the shed, Yang Qianqian heard that she came back to her senses from the artistic conception of the song "Prose Poems Written by Father" that Han Yanrou had just sung, and said timidly: "Senior sister, I remembered the first half, but I didn't remember the back." ”

"It's okay, sing the first half first, and then you practice slowly by yourself, and you will become familiar with it after singing a few more times."

"Okay then."

Yang Qianqian nodded, picked up the guitar and sat in front of the microphone, adjusting the thoughts in her mind.

Then, according to the gourd painting scoop, according to the song that Han Yanrou had just sung, he sang while playing.

As soon as Yang Qianqian started singing, Han Yanrou's eyes lit up, and Wang Hai was also surprised.

Compared with Han Yanrou's ethereal and soft singing voice just now, Yang Qianqian's singing voice is more pure and moving, and the effect of singing "Prose Poems Written by Father" seems to be even better than what Han Yanrou sings.

Yang Jin, who had been devastated by Yang Qianqian before, was also surprised, sure that this was still the same Yang Qianqian who was always singing out of tune?

"How is it, my sister has a good eye, right?" Han Yanrou squinted at Wang Hai, and her pretty face was slightly raised to reveal a hint of sneer.

"Still, Yanrou is poisonous in your eyes, really poisonous, and you are willing to bow down."

"Then I'll leave her to you, practice it, and then you'll record her official single."

"No problem, put it on me." Wang Hai patted his chest and reassured.

After speaking, he looked at Yang Qianqian like a baby.

Han Yanrou smiled, made a cheering gesture to Yang Qianqian, and turned around and left the recording studio.

Brush off your clothes and go away, and hide your merit and fame!