"Mr. Hong, how is it?"

Seeing Zhou Huimin coming out of the recording studio, Qin Muchu asked Hong Jingyao on the side.

Hong Jingyao was still very serious at work, and put away the enthusiastic smile when he first met.

He thought for a moment and said:

"I have heard Zhou Huimin's songs, and I listened to them live today, her voice is gentle and magnetic, suitable for singing some love songs, soothing. But it's not absolutely ......"

Hong Jingyao suddenly stopped, looked at Zhou Huimin and asked:

"What's the highest tune you can sing?"

"B is about the same." Zhou Huimin replied.

Hong Jingyao nodded.

"In what order does this letter come from, higher or lower as it goes forward?" Qin Muchu asked.

He didn't understand B and C at all, only the three keys of "high, medium, and low".

"OOPS, IT'S NOT HIGH AND LOW, IT'S IN THIS ROW FROM LOW TO HIGH CDEFGAB. You don't even know this, can you really write songs? ”

Zhou Huimin frowned and looked at Qin Muchu with suspicion.

"Haha, I have a song in my head, you'll know later." Qin Muchu smiled awkwardly.

Hong Jingyao also said:

"It's a situation where some people don't understand music theory at all, they have never studied music, but they have some staccato melodies in their heads.

Director Qin estimates that this is the case. It's okay, as long as I can hum it, I can compose a tune, fill in the lyrics when the time comes, and finally arrange the music. ”

"Uh......" Qin Muchu said, "I've actually thought of the words. ”

"Have you thought of the words too?" Hong Jingyao was a little surprised, "So the song is more complete?" ”

Qin Muchu thought for a while, "Sort of." ”

He knows all the songs very well.

"Okay, let's start now, you sing it first, and I'll record it."

Hong Jingyao was interested.

He originally thought that Qin Muchu was just trying to make a fresh joke and want to record a song.

The reason why he offered to help was because Zhou Jiaolun had been talking to him on the phone during this time.

said that "The Gift of Room No. 7" also has a part of him at the box office, and director Qin Muchu is his doppelganger in the film industry.

And then Hong Jingyao has also watched "The Gift of Room No. 7", which is a good movie, and he also wants to get to know the director.

happened to meet today, he thought about spending a few hours a day to play with Qin Muchu, and just wait for the freshness to go over and record songs.

Just make a friend.

Unexpectedly, Qin Muchu seemed to be very serious.

"That, I can't sing all five notes, or I'll hum it to you." Qin Muchu was a little embarrassed.

"Ahem, ahem."

Hong Jingyao, who was drinking water from a teacup, almost choked on the tea leaves.

Incomplete pentatonic sound?

"Okay, hmph."

The sense of anticipation that had just risen dissipated instantly.

"Uh-huh—"

Qin Muchu cleared his throat and snorted.

Hong Jingyao, who was originally leaning on the chair, slowly sat up straight with Qin Muchu's humming, and his expression became serious.

Even Zhou Huimin opened his mouth and looked at Qin Muchu in disbelief.

A song is hummed.

"How? Out of tune? ”

Qin Muchu looked at the two of them with a serious expression and frowned;

One had an open mouth and a face full of incredulity.

He thought he was humming out of tune.

It shouldn't be, in my previous life, I sang out of tune, but humming wasn't out of tune.

Could it be that the disease has worsened in this life?

Zhou Huimin just wanted to say something, but Hong Jingyao spoke:

"You go to the studio and sing it again, and add the lyrics."

As he spoke, he put on his headphones and debugged something on various buttons.

For a long time, seeing that Qin Muchu was still standing in place, he suddenly shouted:

"Get in!"

"Ah, yes, yes!"

Qin Muchu was startled, subconsciously responded, and walked to the recording studio.

What's the matter with this man?

was so polite just now, why did he suddenly turn his face.

Murder me?

Listen to the call of death!

Qin Muchu muttered in his heart and walked into the recording studio.

Approaching the plate-like microphone and starting to amplify ...... It's not, singing.

"Walking and stopping along the way, following the traces of the teenager's drifting, the moment before stepping out of the station, I was a little hesitant......"

Qin Muchu sang, and the picture of the last time he returned to Qingshi Town appeared in his mind.

"I can't help but laugh, and it's inevitable that I'm scared of my hometown......"

He stood in the station and didn't dare to leave the station for a long time, it turned out that this was the cowardice of homesickness.

But Qingshi Town is the hometown of "Qin Muchu", not his hometown, why is he also timid?

"I first knew this world...... Now I have walked through this world......"

In the diary, the old dean sent to Yanjing was the eighteen-year-old "Qin Muchu", but the one who returned was Qin Muchu, who was in his thirties.

For a while, Qin Muchu had mixed feelings, he closed his eyes and devoted himself to singing.

"In the name of love, are you still willing?"

As the last line of lyrics fell, the studio fell silent for a long time.

I don't know how long it took.

"Qin Muchu, Qin Muchu!"

Suddenly, there was a shout from the outside world, and the sound became clearer and clearer.

Qin Muchu opened his eyes suddenly, panting heavily.

"Qin Muchu, what's wrong with you?" Zhou Huimin looked at Qin Muchu with a worried expression.

She pulled Qin Muchu's collar with both hands, and her willow eyebrows were huddled together because she was in a hurry, looking up at Qin Muchu's eyes like rippling pool water.

"I, I'm fine......"

Qin Muchu shook his head, there seemed to be a lot of unfamiliar pictures in his mind just now, but now that he thinks about it, he can't remember it at all.

Suddenly, he noticed Zhou Huimin, who was "snuggling" on his chest,

"Let go, don't take advantage of my distraction!"

"You bastard!"

Zhou Huimin turned his worries into joy, and also found that his posture with Qin Muchu was a little ambiguous, so he stomped Qin Muchu's feet in shame and walked out of the recording studio with a red face.

Outside the recording room, Hong Jingyao turned his back to the glass of the recording studio.

When I heard the sound of the door opening, I turned my head.

"Just now?"

"Distracted."

Qin Muchu replied with a smile, his expression was the same.

Then he asked:

"How's the song? I'm out of tune for a serious ......"

Hong Jingyao and Zhou Huimin both stared at Qin Muchu, making him a little unnatural and stopped talking.

"What's wrong?" He asked cautiously.

Zhou Huimin didn't say a word, but looked at Qin Muchu's eyes with some resentment......

"Haha, Director Qin is so humorous." Hong Jingyao laughed twice, breaking the awkward atmosphere.

"Hehe, I'm quite humorous." Qin Muchu agreed.

Hong Jingyao: "......"

How do you take this?

"Director Qin, that, let's talk about songs." Hong Jingyao directly changed the topic.

"Okay."

Speaking of business, Qin Muchu also became serious.

"Does this song have a title?"

"Yes, "The Wind Rises."

"The wind is blowing......"

Hong Jingyao muttered,

"Good name...... The song is very complete, it can almost be said that it has been completed, and all that remains is the arrangement, which will be discussed later.

The pitch of the songs spans a lot, which is challenging for most singers.

In particular, the "wind" in the treble should be ...... above the key of B."

Hong Jingyao talked about professional knowledge and gushed endlessly.

Qin Muchu hurriedly interrupted:

"That, Mr. Hong, Mr. Hong, I don't understand what you said, or can you tell her?"

As he spoke, Qin Muchu pushed Zhou Huimin to the front.

Hong Jingyao's voice paused, remembering that Qin Muchu didn't understand music theory at all.

But if you don't know music theory, how can you create a song so completely?

And the quality of the songs is quite not bad.

Could it be...... Talent?

Hong Jingyao didn't think about plagiarism.

If a song of this quality is plagiarized, he must have heard the original song that was plagiarized as a gold medal producer.

As for whether Qin Muchu bought someone else's song......

If you really buy a song, you will have a music score, how can you use a "hum" and "sing" to let him compose the music.

"Do you want to develop in the music world in the future?" Hong Jingyao has a heart of love for talents.

"You all call me Director Qin." Qin Muchu smiled and politely refused.

"It's also ......," Hong Jingyao looked regretful.

There is a phenomenon in the entertainment industry - singing and acting is excellent, and acting and acting is directing.

I've been a director since I started, and I've never heard of running to sing.

Not to mention the hugely successful director.

"Since Director Qin doesn't understand this, let's talk directly about the arrangement."

Hong Jingyao is no longer entangled.

It's not that he hasn't seen a genius, isn't Zhou Jiaolun?

"I recommend the piano for the prelude to the beginning, which will carry a touch of sadness."

"Piano?"

Qin Muchu thought about it and nodded, the prelude he listened to in his previous life seemed to be the piano.

"This sentence, play it in a violin ensemble......"

Hong Jingyao pointed to the lyrics he had just memorized.

"What sound is the violin?" Qin Muchu suddenly asked.

"Well, you come with me."

Hong Jingyao has been in the industry for decades and has never heard such a question at work.

He opened the door on the other side, and Qin Muchu and Zhou Huimin followed in.

The room is filled with a variety of musical instruments.

Drums, piano, violin, cello......

Hong Jingyao walked straight to the violin, picked it up and played it, and a familiar melody of Qin Muchu sounded.

It was "The Wind Rises".

"That's what I'm going to do with this lyric soundtrack."

Hong Jingyao put down the violin.

"That's good."

Qin Muchu agreed.

Hong Jingyao took out the lyrics again,

"This sentence is ......"

"What is the sound of this instrument?"

So Hong Jingyao found the corresponding instrument to play for Qin Muchu, and Qin Muchu would also give advice based on the memory of his previous life:

"Ah, yes, yes, that's what it feels like."

"Well, do you want to try another one?"

……