It's true.

The real pain in his thigh told Zhang Yida that all this was true.

"Eh!"

Even because he was too hard, Zhang Yida subconsciously exhaled in pain.

Forthwith.

Wang Xie's concerned voice came from the phone: "What, isn't it convenient?" That..."

Listening to Teacher Wang Xie's tone that seemed to be about to change, Zhang Yida, who was already in tears, immediately said anxiously: "Convenient, I have time, I have time." ”

"Hehe, as long as you have time." Wang Xie laughed, and then continued: "I'll send you the lyrics and music in a while, you record a version and I'll listen to it first." ”

Zhang Yida nodded like a chicken pecking rice: "Okay, I'll go to the company now." ”

Wang Xie on the other side of the phone agreed with a smile: "Don't be in such a hurry, there are still 5 days, and it will be too late to record tomorrow." ”

Zhang Yida nodded again and again: "Well, I know." ”

But Wang Xie suddenly remembered something at this time, and asked with some hesitation: "I remember that you can speak Cantonese, right?" ”

Zhang Yida smiled all over his face: "Yes, I will, my girlfriend is from Xiangjiang, so she taught me when she was idle." ”

Wang Xie's voice was a little gossipy: "Aren't you single?" When did you get a girlfriend? ”

Zhang Yida's eyes narrowed with a smile: "My former college classmates have been talking for several years, and Mr. Wang Xie helped me keep it secret~"

Wang Xie replied with a smile: "Don't worry, I will." ”

Of course, what Wang Xie didn't know was.

It is true that Zhang Yida has a girlfriend, it is also true that his girlfriend is Xiangjiang, and it is also true that his girlfriend is a college classmate with him.

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But his girlfriend is idle and has nothing to teach him, but it's fake.

Because since Wang Xie began to put Cantonese songs on the stage, he begged his girlfriend to learn Cantonese.

And he has been learning Cantonese for more than a year just to get to where he is today.

Opportunities are reserved for those who are prepared.

If he doesn't speak Cantonese today, then this song will be out of his mind.

So after hanging up.

Zhang Yida rolled on the bed excitedly.

"Haha, it's mine, it's mine, I'm just amazing."

Zhang Yida is now in his 30s.

Because I have been suffering from no famous songs for many years, I can't squeeze into the first-class ranks even if my singing skills are good.

But he's now tasted the sweetness.

Just one song "The Lonely Brave" made him directly cross over from an unknown second-tier singer to a first-line top singer.

Although "The Lonely Brave" is now jokingly called a children's rhyme.

But it's still one of his most influential benchmarks.

If Teacher Wang Xie gave him another song that was similar, no, even if it was a little worse, then he would dare to take a look at the throne of the Heavenly King.

Hey.

Maybe he was the first person in the group to be promoted to the Heavenly King.

Zhang Yida smiled, his eyes couldn't help but sweep over the bright red petals on the ground.

At this time, he didn't feel that these petals were dazzling, but felt that it was a sign that he was about to become popular.

But smiling and smiling, Zhang Yida slowly became serious.

He remembered that he seemed to have said when he swore in the group just now that whoever sings it this time will have a hook that will be 5 centimeters shorter.

Zhang Yida subconsciously glanced down.

Then he hurriedly comforted himself: "Hey, this is all feudal superstition, it's not worth believing." ”

Just when Zhang Yida was silently comforting himself, his mobile phone prompted the sound.

"Ding~"

It's a new email coming.

Zhang Yida hurriedly opened the mobile phone mailbox.

"It's a little better written~"

After a general browsing, Zhang Yida, who was already excited and blushing, hurriedly got up, and rushed out of the door directly after changing his shoes.

Although today is a day off.

But this can't stop his enthusiasm to go to the company to practice singing.

……

More than two whole days.

Zhang Yida, who had been eating and living in the recording studio continuously, finally felt that he could do it, so he walked out of the recording studio again.

"The singing is so good that it's almost ready for official recording." The colleague who recorded said with a smile to Zhang Yida who came out.

Zhang Yida also smiled and nodded: "I can officially record it after I drink saliva and rest, I've bothered you for the past two days." ”

The recording engineer also smiles and doesn't speak, it's his job.

Take a short break.

Zhang Yida walked into the recording studio again and made a serious gesture to the recording engineer to start.

With the high-spirited and fierce prelude, Zhang Yida suddenly spoke.

After 5 minutes.

Zhang Yida walked out of the recording studio with a solemn face.

The colleague who recorded was also solemn at this time.

After a long time, Zhang Yida squirmed his lips: "Let it go and listen to it." ”

Another 5 minutes passed.

Zhang Yida nodded a little heavily: "Sure enough, there is a problem with my voice." ”

The recording engineer also advised: "This song does take a lot of noise, so it's normal to be hoarse occasionally." Otherwise, I'll record it again after the break, I'll wait for you, anyway, there are more than two days left. ”

Zhang Yida wiped the runny nose, and then nodded: "It can only be like this." ”

Wait a minute.

Zhang Yida looked at the snot on his hand.

This is where the throat is occasionally hoarse, this is a cold.

If it's just a temporary hoarseness, if it's a cold, then his throat may not recover in the next week.

It's not like a concert, and it's okay to put a closed needle on the vocal cords and work hard.

It was a studio recording, and a closed injection could cause him to lose subtle control of his voice.

Zhang Yida pulled his hair vigorously.

He has worked hard to learn Cantonese for a whole year, and he has been looking forward to new songs for a whole year.

Obviously, it's finally his turn, and he really likes the lyrics.

It's entirely possible that this will become another of his masterpieces, or the kind that no one else can sing.

But at this critical juncture, he caught a cold.

Judging from the hoarseness of his throat now, it is not an ordinary small cold.

The images of the past two days have passed through my mind in turn.

Suddenly he stood up.

He remembered that because he had been eating and living in the recording studio for the past two days, maybe he had caught a cold when he slept at night.

I knew that he had gotten up early and gone to bed early in the past two days, so he took good care of his body.

But then he sat down slowly.

What's the use of knowing the reason, it's like this now, but it's all an afterthought.

I sat there for more than an hour.

Zhang Yida finally picked up the phone with difficulty.

Even if the song is really going to leave him after this phone call, he will still call.

It can't be because of him that Mr. Wang Xie failed to advance.

Otherwise, if others don't scold him, he himself will scold himself to death.

The phone is connected.

Wang Xie's familiar voice still came from the mobile phone: "Yida, is it recorded?" ”

Zhang Yida opened his mouth, but finally said: "Teacher Wang Xie, otherwise you can sing by someone else." ”

Wang Xie seemed a little surprised: "You can't control it?" Or is Cantonese not standard? ”

Zhang Yida shook his head hard: "No, I have a cold and my throat is hoarse." ”

Wang Xie was even more strange: "I listen to it well." ”

Zhang Yida was about to cry: "I'm just a little dumb now, but with the condition, I will definitely get more and more dumb, I can't hold you back, you better find a singer again." ”

There was silence on the other end of the line.

After a long time, Wang Xie's familiar voice came again.

"If you can still sing, record it for me first."