The next day, the weather was gray early in the morning, looking for his mother Li Hong and Wang Xun in the bedroom at seven o'clock, and saw that Wang Xun was still sleeping on the quilt, so he directly lifted the quilt and threw it over and over again, saying: "Smash, get up, your brother Huan brought a female singer." ”

Wang Xun opened his lazy eyes, scratched his messy hair, stretched his waist, yawned, looked at his mother and said with a question mark on his face: "Brother Huan? Songstress? Is there a necessary connection? ”

"Hey, this kid, didn't you say hello the day before yesterday! Don't ink, the female screenwriter I'll make an appointment with you will be here in the afternoon. After looking for his mother, he turned around and left, leaving Wang Xun, who was still angry.

Wang Xun seemed to feel the physical test of Yanjing in winter, quickly got down to the ground to put on his clothes, trotted to the bathroom to start washing, looked at the head curtain that was almost to his eyebrows, and said to himself: "Hey, in a few days, it's time to shave your head." I don't know, the impact of this head shaving does not affect my uncle, it is the New Year when the head is shaved. "Well, the real saying is that the first month does not hand over the head - thinking about the old.

After washing, Wang Xun looked at the mirror, as if his appearance was not very rude, and walked slowly to the living room. As soon as I entered the living room, I saw two men and two women sitting on the dining table, looking for my father Wang Wenyou and reading the newspaper while drinking millet porridge. Xun's mother Li Hong was entertaining guests, and when she turned around and saw that Wang Xun had finished washing, she hurriedly shouted: "Son, hurry up and come over for dinner, your brother Huan will come at 7 o'clock." said that he brought people over, so he spent the morning and hurriedly selected songs for others. ”

"Good morning, everyone! No, what about my buns? Why aren't there staple foods? Wang Xun sat down and looked at the porridge in his bowl and the pickles and eggs in front of him, and said a little dissatisfied.

"Let's eat the fire, the buns got up late today, and they are out of sale!" Looking for his father, Wang Wenyou said and pushed the burning plate forward.

"It's okay to burn it." Wang Xun picked up a fire and took a bite as he spoke, and found that it was salty with sesame seeds, so he nodded with satisfaction.

"Little junior brother, come, senior brother will introduce you!" Senior Brother Liu Huan put down the fire in his mouth, picked up the napkin on the table, wiped his mouth and said. "This is Tan Jing, a female solo singer of the General Political Song and Dance Troupe. I've also known each other in '97, and I don't think I have a famous song yet, isn't this a waste of this condition? ”

Wang Xun moved his gaze to the young demon king who was elegantly drinking millet porridge with a spoon, and saw that the young demon king was dressed in a military uniform and had a heroic face, and belonged to the same type of temperament beauty as Zeng Li and Yu Feihong.

He said casually: "Sister Tan Jing, I won't call you Auntie." I'm afraid I'll call you old. Don't get too full, try it out in my studio and see your comfort zone. ”

"Oh. Brother Wang Xun, hello, why don't we go now. Tan Jing was obviously a little surprised, slowly picked up the napkin and wiped the remaining porridge traces on her mouth, thinking, "This way of talking looks like a 14-year-old child." ”

"Don't worry, eat first, you have to open your voice in a while, at least half an hour left." Brother Huan, you will go and give advice later, I have prepared a big song, I don't know if it is appropriate. Wang Xun joked.

"Hey, you're a big song, how did you come here, I didn't hear you say it before." Liu Huan is too familiar with Wang Xun and knows too well what type of songs Wang Xun likes.

"This song was written to Senior Sister Da Mao before, and I was inspired by Sister Song's "Good Day", but after the song was written, she went to Canada!" Wang Xun complained about Senior Sister Da Mao.

"Hey, that's okay, it's good! Eat slowly, don't rush! Liu Huan said with concern.

"Hey, Huanzi, you don't have to worry about him, he eats like a war, as if someone else wants to rob him." Looking for her mother, Li Hong interjected.

"Mom, I'm going to authorize the contract.

Sister Jing is a general political soloist, so let's not charge for it.

Brother Huan's face still has to be given.

This song is considered to be sent to Sister Jing! Wang Xun wiped his mouth after eating and said casually.

"Okay, Brother Huan accepts your favor." Liu said happily.

"Don't, Brother Huan, I'm rich." Tan Jing was a little embarrassed.

Liu Huan patted her and said to her: "It's okay, the troublesome family is rich, and besides, he generally doesn't write songs for outsiders, and he treats you as a friend when he sends you, just remember to repay the favor if there is something in the future." ”

After all, Tan Jing has just graduated now and just entered the General Political Department, so she is really shy in her pocket, so she nodded half-way and wrote it down.

"Yes, Huanzi is right. I'm going to print the contract, and then I'm going to have the child sign and seal it, and I'll have to print the guardian's seal. Looking for her mother, Li Hong got up and went to prepare.

"Mom, just send it to the recording studio later!" Wang Xun shouted at his mother, who had already entered the study.

"I know, I'll send you the fat sea by the way. Sing slowly! Looking for her mother, Li Hong's voice came from the study.

"Sister Jing, come with me, I just woke up like this, my body hasn't moved yet, and I'll warm up in the back room in a while." Wang Xun saw that Tan Jing had stopped eating, so he got up and pointed in the direction of the recording studio and said.

"Excuse me, Hiroshi." Tan Jing said a little shyly.

"Hey, you two wait for me, I'll be right away." Brother Huan looked at the two people who walked away and said.

"Brother Huan, you know the place, come here yourself." Wang Xun did finger exercises while walking, after all, he would use the electronic piano for a while. Wang Xun, a folk music instrument, basically knows a guzheng, and this song is not so joyful to talk about the guzheng.

As soon as he entered the recording studio and turned on the light, Wang Xun squatted under the recording table. Clinker's password opens his safe and takes out a printed sheet music with a cover titled "Unsung".

All of them are songs that Wang Xun has not authorized after registering the copyright over the years, rummaging through the catalog to find H, finding the location of "Good Luck", and pulling out the song sheet and handing it to Tan Jing.

"Let's take a look at the lyrics first, this tune is in your comfort zone, my score is written according to the comfort zone of Senior Sister Mao's voice." Wang Xun said with a smile.

"Well, okay, I'll look at the words first." Tan Jing looked at the score and replied.

"Well, I'll go and give you an accompaniment, open your voice first.

"Shepherd's Song", my dad likes the movie "Shaolin Temple" more, and I practice this song a lot. Wang Xun said and came to the electronic organ, adjusted the melodic and the type of instrument and began to play.

Tan Jing listened to the prelude card and started singing, Wang Xun nodded: "KEY, IT'S UP, IT'S THE ORIGINAL KEY E, IT'S F." "It's basically a chorus and a KEY, and when I got to B, I found that Tan Jing started to use falsetto, so I stopped.

You see Liu Huan walked in with the contract and the teacup. "Sister Jing's current vocal range comfort is probably F-C3, F5 should be the most suitable, B3 is estimated to be able to go up, this song is F5, or G5?" Wang Xun looked at Liu Huan and said.

"Okay, anyway, I know your kid's ear." Liu Huan said with a smile.

"Brother Huan, where did you find this god-man, your true voice, really mixed with high notes, strong resonance, and long breath. This voice condition is too good, but the conversion place is still not skilled enough, you can try to fuse the singing voice. Wang Xun excitedly discussed with Liu Huan.

"Hey, you're still young now, when you're older, senior brother will take you to the place where those singers in the General Political Department have nothing to do." Liu Huan said proudly.

"Forget it, I'm a writer of pop, I'm afraid of being despised!" Wang Xun said.

"What contempt?" Tan Jing asked.

"yes, what contempt? Why haven't I heard of it? Liu Huan also asked.

"Hey, then I'll tell you about it, you should have fun. Don't pass it on to me, or you'll offend people a lot. First of all, from this music region, it is Europe and the United States>RB> South Korea> Hong Kong and Taiwan> Mainland> Southeast Asia and other regions. Then from the music genre to classical> jazz> rock> folk> electronic music> pop > rap. Finally, bel canto > popular > the nation from singing. ”

"Hahaha, is this still divided into factions? Then we are the practitioners who belong to the bottom of the chain of contempt. Liu Huan said with a smile.

"Haha, I don't feel that way, the old artists in the group sometimes listen to pop!" Tan Jing covered her mouth and said with a smile.

"Music, just listen to it, it doesn't matter so much, what is vulgar, what is elegant.

It's not all a melody.

This belongs to idleness, nothing to do, and nonsense.

By the way, Brother Huan, the song I gave to Sister Tan Jing, you have to find folk music to record an accompaniment for her, just play the musical instrument ensemble with a cheerful rhythm, and the chorus of the boys in front, you can sing it, just have a sense of contrast, and wait for me to sign the contract. Wang Xun instructed.

"Hey, this is a rush? I haven't heard it yet? Liu Huan said dissatisfied.

"Isn't this delaying Tan Jing's Spring Festival Gala rehearsal!" Wang Xun signed the contract and handed it to Tan Jing, then returned to the electronic organ and stood looking at Tan Jing and said, "Sister Jing, F5 will come first, you follow the words!"

After the words fell, she began to play, afraid that Tan Jing was not familiar with the melody, so she deliberately slowed down three seconds before the end of the prelude to signal her to prepare to enter, and the cooperation was quite smooth. "G5 again." Tan Jing looked at Wang Xun and nodded to indicate that he was ready.

Wang Xun played it again, and quietly finished accompaniment. "The G5 is doing better than before, so let's settle for the G5! F5 is too easy for Sister Jing. No difficulty, no level. ”

"Okay, I'll make a note of the G5. Trust your ears! Liu Huan agreed.

Tan Jing looked at Wang Xun gratefully, she knew that this was a good song, and if she sang it well, it was equivalent to having a masterpiece. As a newcomer to the General Political Department, it is extremely rare to encounter such an opportunity. But she didn't know how to thank Wang Xun.

Wang Xun looked at Tan Jing's tangled expression, and roughly understood what she was thinking: "Hey, Sister Jing, I still have a lot of songs that Mimi can't sing." Sometimes come and see, a good song has to match a good voice, honey she is blind to my songs. ”

"It's noisy, it's bad things about me behind my back, I can hear it outside!" Yang Xiaolimi's head suddenly burst out of the crack in the door of the recording studio.

Wang Xun saw that he was found to be talking bad behind his back, and hurriedly gave Yang Mi a look, and his eyebrows fluttered and amused Liu Huan.

"Hey, your nemesis is here, asking you to say bad things about Mimi behind your back, why is Mimi's singing not good?" Liu Huan also continued to arch the fire, he wanted to see Wang Xun eat deflated very much.

"Mimi, good Sister Mi, you are the best, your voice is the most distinctive, Sister Jing will never be able to sing your timbre." Wang Xun pleaded, after all, the ears were in Yang Xiao's hands.

"Let you go this time, Sister Jing, hello, I'm Yang Mi." Yang Mi let go of Wang Xun easily this time, turned her head like Tan Jing introduced herself, and stretched out her right hand at the same time.

"Hello, Mimi. I am Tan Jing, a solo singer of the General Political Song and Dance Troupe. Tan Jing stepped forward and shook hands with Yang Mi.

"Hey, my sister sings so well, I'm fascinated by listening to it outside, if it weren't for the bad things that say bad things about me, I would have forgotten to come in. The good singing makes me lose track of time. Yang Zui said sweetly.

"No, no, the song is good." Tan Jing said modestly.

"Okay, Sister Jing still has something to do, let's talk about it next time." Wang Xun interrupted the two women's business blows to each other.

"Eh, it's good to come in early, then goodbye Sister Jing!" Yang Mi said regretfully.

"It's okay, I will often come to visit Wang Xun in the future, just let him give me advice." Tan Jing held the contract and the score tightly in her hand and said, as if this score was the best opportunity to decide the fate of her life, and she wanted to lock it firmly in her hand.

"Alright, see you next time, we're leaving. See you later! Liu Huan pulled Tan Jing out of the recording studio and walked towards the door.

Wang Xun and Yang Mi followed behind the two of them.