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For this extra day of vacation, Nanyue and Sheng Jingheng did not deliberately arrange anything.

I just went back to the villa, and except for meal time, I stayed in the recording studio the rest of the time.

Arrange the new songs freshly baked by South Vietnam, and then record the songs.

The two have worked together to produce songs before, and this time again, it is even more tacit.

You don't have to say much, just a little look, or play a melody, you can know each other's thoughts and intentions.

And in terms of arrangement, even if Nanyue doesn't say it, I heard her sing half of it last night, Sheng Jingheng also knows it, so it's not too complicated.

This song is only for him to sing lightly, but it can also make people feel infinite affectionate resonance.

It's like Sheng Jingheng knew that it was a song written to him by Nanyue as soon as he heard this song.

How to arrange this song is also very clear in my heart.

When recording the song, he also maintained a consistently good state, and easily sang the feeling that Nan Yue wanted when he wrote this song.

For the first time, as a song producer, South Vietnam sat outside the shed, listening to him play and sing, while perfecting the song little by little.

It's a wonderful feeling and it's fascinating.

Of course, there will be such a feeling, just because the person sitting in it is Sheng Jingheng.

If it were someone else, South Vietnam probably wouldn't even have the inspiration to write songs.

He said she was his muse.

Wasn't he her inspiration?

Nan Yue held his cheeks, with a semi-permanent smile on his face, and his eyes did not blink, staring at the man in the shed.

Sheng Jingheng also looked at her deeply, as if only when looking at her could this song be sung more perfectly.

If a third person enters this recording studio at this moment, most of them will subconsciously quit when they see this scene, as if they have never been here.

But of course, no one will bother you at this time.

Even the mobile phone that Nanyue put aside, after the end of the day, it was not very bright, and it was very calm.

Therefore, when Sheng Jingheng recorded it again, both of them were convinced that it could not be more perfect.

Nanyue remembered to look at his phone, only to realize that they had even skipped dinner time, and it would be nine o'clock in the evening.

Sheng Jingheng came out of the recording studio, and when she saw her looking at the phone screen, she was slightly surprised, and guessed: "Is it late?" ”

"It's okay," Nan Yue stood up and handed him a bottle of water, "It's nine o'clock, what does Teacher Sheng want to eat, let's do it ourselves?" ”

"Well," Sheng Jingheng took a sip of water before saying, "Go down and see what's there." ”

"Okay."

The two walked out of the recording studio, and when they went downstairs, they found that there were still people on the first floor.

Chen Le and Mo Lulu were still in front of the bar in the kitchen, watching with a tablet.

Listen, it's supposed to be good food.

The two of them watched and discussed, but they didn't notice anyone approaching.

The South Vietnamese had no choice but to cough lightly and draw their attention away.

"Ah, you're down!" Mo Lulu subconsciously got down from the barstool and stood still, "Chen Le said that you will definitely lose track of time and don't remember to have dinner, so you have been waiting here." ”

Chen Le closed the tablet and got up: "I prepared the ingredients, what do you want to eat?" ”

Nanyue glanced into the kitchen, and what Chen Le prepared was naturally what she and Sheng Jingheng would eat.

Her mind was full of new songs, and she didn't have too many ideas, so she glanced at Sheng Jingheng inquiringly before saying, "You look at it, it's hard work." ”

And the two of them had been upstairs all day, and this would be over, so naturally they were going to go out for a walk.

watched the two walk out, and at the same time did not forget to plug in the headphones on their mobile phones and share the songs they had recently listened to with each other.

Mo Lulu was both envious and satisfied: "They will definitely be able to last a long time!" ”

Hearing this, Chen Le seemed to have thought of something, looked at the two people who had walked out of the courtyard through the floor-to-ceiling window, and then lowered his head and smiled.

Except for South Vietnam, no one can subdue people like Sheng Jingheng.

Dear, this chapter is over, happy reading! ^0^