"Okay, let's not talk about other useless things, just now I sang this song "Red Rose" a few times, but I always feel that I can't find where that feeling is." Ye Mengjie got back to business.

When Yu Wei heard Ye Mengjie's words, he stiffened his neck and said, "Boss, I said you don't want to beat me, I said yesterday that this song is really not suitable for you." ”

"Twisted melons are not sweet!"

When Ye Mengjie heard Yu Wei's words, she immediately stubbornly retorted: "It's not sweet, but it quenches your thirst!" ”

“……”

"Two thousand!"

"What do you mean?" Yu Wei immediately asked.

"Add two thousand to your salary!"

"Every month?"

"You want to eat fart! Just this month, if you love to do it or not, it's a big deal that I sing hard! ”

"! Why don't you do it! ”

"That's terrible!" Ye Mengjie turned around to get something.

And Yu Wei suddenly stood in place, secretly sad, what is this called?

As a system owner, he actually bent his waist for 2,000 yuan?

What a mess of yourself!

In my previous life, there was no protagonist like myself in a certain point in those novels I read, and at a certain point the orphanage was full of Long Aotian, playing with his own balls!

Yu Wei followed and secretly made up his mind in his heart, and kept busy for a while, he had to find extra money and make a little more money, otherwise he would be too bad.

As for how much to earn, let's start with a small goal!

At this time, Ye Mengjie called Yu Wei and interrupted Yu Wei's train of thought.

"Yu Wei, after all, you wrote it, you must know this work best, you come and sing your "Red Rose" to me again so that I can figure out your emotions, and then you tell me about it."

"Alas~ A penny is hard to beat a hero!" After Yu Wei muttered in his heart, he immediately ran over obediently.

followed Yu Wei into the recording room.

Yu Wei picked up the headphones, put them on, cleared his throat, and saw Ye Mengjie outside the window looking at him with a serious face.

Suddenly, Yu Wei thought of a question, "Boss, aren't you afraid that I will sing badly?" Do you know that I used to have a title called, others sing for money, and I sing for death? ”

Ye Mengjie was suddenly displeased, thinking to herself, Yu Wei, what are you stinky guy pretending to me?

Such a good voice says that he sings badly?

So what is it?

This diva of yourself, let's be papier-mâché!

Ye Mengjie thought of this and said angrily: "If you want to die, I will give you my life, but now if you don't sing again, I will take your life!" ”

"Humph! Wait! Yu Wei already had an idea of counterattacking in his heart at this time.

Yu Wei coughed a few times, made an OK gesture, and then followed Ye Mengjie to the professional recording engineer next to her to start.

The recording engineer immediately nodded, and with a tap on the computer on the console, the tune that Yu Wei had spent an hour making began to come out slowly.

The moment Yu Wei appeared in this tone, his expression had changed unconsciously.

The whole person seems to have sunk into the music, and at this moment Yu Wei is like a king on the stage as long as he sings!

Ye Mengjie was stunned.

Good guy, Yu Wei actually has a typhoon on him, and it is also the kind of typhoon that is calm and serious about music of a king-level singer, this typhoon is very mysterious, just like luck, you can say that you don't have it.

But the key thing is, Yu Wei has never been on the stage, where did the typhoon come from?

A tropical typhoon blowing in the ocean?

Yu Wei put one hand on the headphones, and the other hand silently slapped on his trouser pocket.

It feels pretty much the same.

Yu Wei slowly sang the first sentence in a somewhat lazy voice with the blessing of the "Heavenly King-level Emotional Singing Method".

"Dreams in dreams, dreams that can't wake up, red under house arrest in the red line

All the stimuli, leaving the pain of fatigue, no longer indifferent

From behind, when I hold you, I look forward to her face

It's ironic, I don't really understand it. I'm desperate for you to understand~"

……

Well, after Yu Wei got all the memories of "Red Rose", Yu Wei knew that this word came from a sentence in a book by a writer who could be said to be a little bleak in his previous life-

"Probably every man has had two women like this, at least two. married a red rose, and over time, the red one changed to a smear of mosquito blood on the wall, and the white one was still "bright moonlight on the bed"; married a white rose, the white one is a grain of rice sticky on the clothes, but the red one is a cinnabar mole on the heart. ”

One amazed the time, and the other was gentle.

And what Yu Wei has to do now is very simple, singing the sentence "A stunning time, a gentle time".

It's easy to say, but it's not simple, but it's very simple for Yu Wei now.

In this song, Yu Wei made a statement more from a male-biased perspective.

The same goes for emotions.

As the lyrics say, "The red of roses, the dreams that hurt easily."

I held it in my hand, but it was lost between my fingers and fell into the void. ”

In your life, you may meet more than just two, but what you have to do is try to remember those two and catch them.

But "It's ironic, I don't really understand, I want you to understand." ”

……

Soon four minutes later, Yu Wei finished singing the whole song.

Ye Mengjie was dumbfounded, and the whole person was stunned, and Yu Wei's voice just now was still circling in the monitoring headphones that Ye Mengjie was wearing for three days.

And Ye Mengjie is considered good, and the professional recording engineer next to her reacts more intensely.

This recording engineer is a professional and has recorded songs for almost 100 singers.

But no one has ever been able to give this sound recordist such a shock.

Originally, when Ye Mengjie told him just now that the original author of the lyrics came to sing it, he scoffed.

The original author can better figure out the artistic conception in the lyrics, and the singing is in line with the original work, but there is a word called "art industry has specialization".

In this song, the recording engineer admitted that it was a little sparrow pecking at a heifer - a finch eating NB!

But the original author sings?

Will he be able to sing the pitch right?

Can he do it without breaking the sound?

And when Ye Mengjie put forward this just now, the recording engineer was extremely incomprehensible, you just let the songwriter tell you about your emotions, what to sing?

Guan Gong playing a big knife in front of him?

Now the recording engineer feels that his three views are shocked, numb, and collapsed!

Is this the level of singing that a songwriter should have?

Do you have this level to make your debut as an original singer and earn a lot of fame and money?

And listening to the conversation between the two just now, Yu Wei is still an assistant?

An assistant, singing in the studio for the first time, singing at this level of hanging bombing?

You're playing with me, right?

The continuous "I'm grass, Nima, what the hell" kept coming out of the sound recordist's mouth.

But in fact, what the recording engineer doesn't understand the most is why Yu Wei is willing to stay under Ye Mengjie obediently, and Ye Mengjie has no intention of letting Yu Wei debut at all.

Yu Wei, this guy, is unpredictable.

But what do you mean, diva?

Kanaya Tibetan Han?

For your own use?

Ye Mengjie reacted at this time, and immediately said to the recording engineer: "Has the version just now been recorded?" ”

The sound engineer immediately replied, "It's recorded!" ”

Ye Mengjie's eyes flickered and said, "Wait a minute, pack it for me." ”