This time, Chen Xinyao didn't blame Zhong Ming anymore, she was until he was definitely busy with work.

After receiving the notice, Chen Xinyao asked anxiously, "What do you think?" ”

"Not bad!" Two words, and it is exactly the same as the evaluation of the recording engineer at the beginning, Chen Xinyao couldn't help but feel a little discouraged.

"I know I can't sing well, I want to hear your advice!" Chen Xinyao said in a muffled voice.

In fact, in the past two hours, Zhong Ming has listened to this song many times, and it stands to reason that Chen Xinyao has no problem in terms of timbre, pitch or technique, but ......

"Think about it, what kind of mood were you singing when you recorded this song?" Zhong Ming suddenly asked solemnly.

Chen Xinyao thought for a while and returned: "I...... I just want to sing this song well, to make everyone like it, to ......"

Chen Xinyao said and said, but she couldn't go on.

What she didn't say was that she still wanted this song to be popular all over the country, make her famous in one fell swoop, and let everyone no longer question her.

There is nothing wrong with this in itself, how can people who are crawling and rolling in this circle go on without utilitarianism?

However, she made a mistake that she shouldn't bring this utilitarianism to her songs, and if she did so, it would directly cause the song to lose its original flavor.

You can throw away everything, but you can't lose your original intention, otherwise how can you go on with your head held high?

Chen Xinyao was silent, Zhong Ming knew that she would definitely figure it out, so she didn't say anything more, just gently comforted her, "Yaoyao, don't worry, get some sleep, everything will be fine when you wake up tomorrow!" ”

As long as she can figure it out for herself, then he believes that she will definitely be able to adjust.

After that, Chen Xinyao's mind had been circling what Zhong Ming said to put her to sleep.

She also wanted to close her eyes and rest early, but the song kept swirling in her head, so that she couldn't sleep at all.

Finally, she sat up from the bed irritably, looked out the window at the moon and stars, and she got up and walked to the piano room.

After closing the door, Chen Xinyao sat next to the piano room, looking at the familiar keys, and her heart was full of thoughts.

Her hand was on the keys, and the song was deeply engraved in her mind, and her fingers flew, and the familiar feeling returned.

That feeling is the confusion and struggle of being a teenager, painful and tangled, but full of expectations for the future, and longing to break through the shackles of reality.

is not the ugly appearance of her now, lazy and sloppy but impetuous.

Chen Xinyao practiced alone in the piano room until midnight, and finally calmed down her mood.

That night, she fell asleep on the keys.

"Jingle Bell ......"

The sound of the mobile phone was carnival, and after Chen Xinyao was woken up, she took it in a daze.

Over there, the sound engineer's irritable and anxious voice came, "Xin Yao, have you forgotten that we have made an appointment to record a song today?" ”

The recording engineer is not afraid of the time she has to wait, she is only afraid that Chen Xinyao will give up.

After all, the imperfection of music is not only Chen Xinyao's regret, but also her regret.

Chen Xinyao heard her voice and suddenly woke up, "I'm sorry! I remember! I slept too late yesterday and woke up now, I'm sorry! Wait a little longer, I'll be right over! ”

As she spoke, Chen Xinyao felt that she was about to become incoherent.

Feeling her anxious mood, the recording engineer over there was also in a better mood, and gently comforted her: "Don't worry, I'll wait for you here, just take your time!" ”

Chen Xinyao quickly packed up and rushed to the studio.

She hurried to the recording studio, and sure enough, she saw the recording engineer sitting there waiting for her, still listening to the results of yesterday's recording.

"Sorry, I'm late!" Chen Xinyao knocked on the door.

When the recording engineer heard the voice, he paused the music and turned his head to look at her, "Sit!" ”

The two of them sat facing each other, and the recording engineer looked at her seriously, "Xin Yao, how is it?" Got the problem identified? ”

She believes that Chen Xinyao will not be in vain when she goes back.

Chen Xinyao didn't disappoint her, she nodded, "Found it, let's start!" ”

She can't wait.

This time the recording went very smoothly, and when Chen Xinyao and the recording engineer listened to the results, both of them had a smile on their faces.

"Great! It's really great! The recording engineer couldn't help but nod his head repeatedly.

When she listened to this song yesterday, she only heard a good melody, a good voice, and beautiful lyrics, but all of this was separate and not connected.

In other words, the song has no soul.

But today, Chen Xinyao has endowed them with soul and emotion, making them a whole, and even more so that when she listens, she seems to recall the scene when she was young.

This time, neither Chen Xinyao nor the recording engineer said that they would do it again, because they knew very well in their hearts that there would be nothing better than this time.