The recording isn't over yet

Two songs are just today's task.

Next.

Ye Huanyu was called to the recording studio again.

We have to go on.

Get the news.

He was already a little numb from shock.

I didn't sleep well last night.

Unexpectedly, this dream-like happiness is far from over.

The company also has to write songs for him

I don't know what to say.

The day the contract was signed.

He did fantasize about a scenario where he might be a hit in the future.

After all, there are idols like 'Whale Fall'.

Just take out something and use it yourself.

But no matter how much you think about it, you can't imagine that it will be this exaggerated scene now.

The song is like a strong wind.

One song after another.

All right.

He didn't resist.

If you can.

I'd rather drown in this sea of songs.

It's different from yesterday.

It may be a relationship with lack of sleep.

Ye Huanyu's state today is particularly sluggish.

The first song was recorded for half a day, but it was not enough.

"I'm sorry, the producer, it's my problem." Let a large group of staff accompany him to find his own state here, Ye Huanyu is very sorry.

"Normal, no one can maintain a good state all day long, so let's do it, it's almost noon, eat first, let's continue in the afternoon, how about it?" Fang Zhenhai proposed here.

"Okay, listen to you."

Ye Huanyu nodded.

He returned to the Artist Lounge.

It hasn't been two minutes since I sat on the couch.

Zhuang Qinghao pushed the door in.

"Finished the meeting?" Ye Huanyu raised his head and asked.

"After the opening, Sister Shen said a good news about you at the meeting, do you want to hear it?" Zhuang Qinghao poured himself a glass of water, and then squeezed his eyebrows at him.

"Let me guess, it probably has something to do with my song, right?" Ye Huanyu touched his chin and analyzed.

"Yes, go on." Zhuang Qinghao signaled.

"What's this, a fool can know it, gave me so many songs, and the preparation of the album is very large." Ye Huanyu said slowly.

"Yes, I'll let you guess."

Zhuang Qinghao looked surprised, and then said with a whole face: "It's not all right, these songs you are recording now are actually orders received by the company, and the theme songs of some TV series and movies." ”

"All of them?"

Ye Huanyu was stunned.

That's too much, isn't it?

"That's right, there are six songs in total, all of which are theme songs for film and television dramas."

Zhuang Qinghao nodded, stretched out his finger and pointed to the roof and said, "According to the above meaning, I want to take this opportunity to train Ling to become an OST singer." ”

OST Singer?

It's a pretty stark label.

Wrong.

That doesn't seem to be the point of the problem.

"Six songs? Are you sure you heard it right? Ye Huanyu then asked.

"I'm fine, okay, how is it, isn't it a surprise?"

Zhuang Qinghao smiled: "Don't talk about you, I had goosebumps when I heard Sister Shen say this." ”

"Surprise indeed."

Ye Huanyu nodded heavily.

This is more than a surprise.

It's going to scare people to death, okay?

"Look at this posture, I'm afraid your kid is going to take off directly." Zhuang Qinghao said again.

"Before that, I would have fainted with joy, but in this company, it feels like that." Ye Huanyu said suddenly.

"How do I feel like you're pretending." Zhuang Qinghao said speechlessly.

"Yes?" Ye Huanyu was stunned.

"What do you say?" Zhuang Qinghao asked rhetorically.

"It may be that this company has a 'whale fall', so it doesn't seem to be an exaggeration to say anything happens." Ye Huanyu explained.

"You're not wrong in saying that."

Zhuang Qinghao nodded, and suddenly asked, "By the way, have you eaten?" ”

"Not yet, isn't that waiting for you?" Ye Huanyu said.

"Is that going upstairs or am I going out and buying some?" Zhuang Qinghao looked at him and said.

"Buy some, it's not in a good state, I recorded it all morning, my throat was uncomfortable, and my legs didn't bother to move." Ye Huanyu leaned back on the sofa and closed his eyes.

"Okay, you can rest for a while, I'll buy it."

Zhuang Qinghao nodded.

The two had dinner in the artist's lounge.

Afternoon.

Ye Huanyu is the grinding shed that continues.

At an average rate of two songs a day.

In the end, it took three days.

There's nothing else to do with the rest.

Instead, it was handed over to Fang Zhenhai's team for post-polishing.

Wait until the song is all done.

Then.

Shi Hongchao began to send them to Party A one by one.

There were no days before and after.

The contracts for all six songs were finalized.

Nothing unexpected happened.

And this result.

In Lin Hao's opinion, this is quite normal.

In fact, the six orders are not all individual orders.

There are also one or two of them that are competitive in nature.

But he can take out the basics of his heart.

It's not too much to say it's tailor-made.

In this case, the other party is no longer satisfied.

So what more do you want?

These days.

In addition to picking songs for Ye Huanyu.

Lin Hao is still engaged in literary creation.

Well.

It's just writing.

He wrote the second part of a martial arts trilogy.

"The Condor Heroes".

Jianghu people are called cuckold heroes.

It seems that Yang Guo is the protagonist.

This is not the case.

Sensitive deeds aside.

Lin Hao admired Yin Zhiping's style of doing things.

Courageous.

Have ideas.

No one-size-fits-all.

What is the use of these righteousness such as chivalrous demeanor.

Man.

You should be selfish.

In order to get what comes to mind, then do whatever it takes.

That's the reality.

It's a pity that no one understands him.

Alas.

Honesty is lonely.

But if the pen is enough.

Lin Hao really wants this brother to be the protagonist.

Pity.

It's a shame.

It has been a long time since the release of the four volumes of "The Legend of the Condor Heroes".

Yu Lanxin just chatted with him every day.

I won't take the initiative to talk about it at all.

Lin Hao originally thought that Ni Xianghai would be the first to lose his breath.

I didn't think that the other party didn't have any specific movements.

It is estimated that there is a relationship between him and Yu Lanxin.

The editor-in-chief, who claims to be an uncle, is also embarrassed to urge.

In line with the principle of having a beginning and an end.

Lin Hao finally started writing.

But I wasn't too focused.

Write when you have time.

If you don't have time, put it away.

Even according to this principle.

The number of words in the manuscript is still increasing day by day.

Enough for the standard of a volume.

He mailed it to the other party.

It should be the relief of the famine.

Prove that you haven't forgotten about it.

Jindu.

Hallym Press.

After Ni Xianghai learned the news from Yu Lanxin.

When I sit in the office and have nothing to do, I like to look downstairs at the door.

I have to turn my head almost every few minutes.

Not tired at all.

And the reason he did it was simple.

It's nothing more than an eagerness to see the courier.

At this moment.

It can be said that the distance between the new work and him is all on the road.

Look out the window.

Ni Xianghai couldn't help but have thoughts.

Not long ago.

All four volumes of "The Legend of the Condor Heroes" have been released.

The sales of millions of copies are unmatched.

Not an exaggeration.

It has long been a monument in the industry.

My own publishing house is also out of the limelight.

Under the pompous coverage of the media.

It is hard to say that Hallym Publishing House wants to become a giant in the industry.

That's pure.

I don't look at how far I can get from the big publishing companies.

Where is it so easy to catch up.

Even if 'Mr. Xizhou' is here.

But a work can't match the accumulation of other people's years of accumulation.

On adding to the chaos.

I'm afraid no one is as good as these guys.

And just after this one is finished.

The major booksellers also called to ask about the next work.

All of them expressed that they wanted to get tens of thousands of copies.

Not a lot.

Over the years, at Hallym Press.

Dare to open your mouth to order so.

It's the first time in history.

But in the face of the enthusiasm of the crowd.

All he could do was be as perfunctory as possible.

After all, when did Lin Hao start writing.

He didn't know.

So at the time.

They all reply with words like 'soon', 'soon', and 'in the near future'.

Right now.

Ni Xianghai doesn't have so many concerns

There is no need to find any reason to prevaricate these people.

Because Lin Hao's second work has already been sent.

It's just that

I looked around all morning.

Ni Xianghai didn't see the courier either.

I just feel a little sore in my neck.

Get up and pace back and forth in the office.

The heart can be described as impatient.

It may have sensed his emotions.

Finally.

The sound of a car door opening was heard.

He turned his head to look.

Sure enough.

at the doorway.

The minivan of the express has arrived.

Ni Xianghai's face was overjoyed.

Then he hurried downstairs.

When passing by the office, I had to deliberately slow down my pace for the sake of image.

Speed.

Decelerate.

Speed up again.

Almost went on a turn.

Take the package yourself.

Then he took it back to the office as a treasure.

Duration.

Many editors don't know why.

"What's the situation, the editor-in-chief is going so fast."

"I look so anxious, what's going on?"

"Someone can't make a mistake, right?"

"It's impossible, it's been comfortable lately."

"It's like looking at the editor-in-chief with something in his hand."

Everyone talked about it for a while.

Yu Lanxin glanced curiously at the editor-in-chief's office.

I immediately understood.

This way.

Back to the office again.

Ni Xianghai couldn't wait to unpack it.

Take out the first-hand manuscript written by Lin Hao.

He couldn't help but reach out and touch the dry handwriting.

The manuscript of the previous "Legend of the Condor Heroes" was not available in the end.

Let Lan Xin's father collect it.

This.

Whatever he says has to be his.

I saw the name.

Well.

"The Condor Heroes".

There is also a word 'carving' in the name.

Could it be a sequel?

With some suspicions.

Ni Xianghai began to look.

The Yue girl picks lotus on the autumn waterside, with narrow sleeves and light Luo.

Secretly exposed double gold chuan, the shadow of the flower picking flowers like a face.

Fangxin only has a common filament dispute, and the wind and waves at the head of the chicken ruler creek are late.

The fog is heavy and the smoke is light, and the faint singing is far away, and the sorrow leads to the south bank of the river.

The beginning of the story.

It's a poem.

It's really well written.

Ni Xianghai read it carefully several times.

It's not enough.

I couldn't help but admire.

Later, I also saw that this song is called "Butterfly Loves Flowers".

It was written by Ouyang Xiu, a great poet of the Northern Song Dynasty.

But he didn't think so.

What Lin Hao writes about is the structure of alternate history.

The people and events in it are all written by imagination.

So the word person doesn't exist at all.

It must be apocryphal.

This poem can only be written by himself.

The difficulty can be imagined.

This skill.

I'm afraid it's more delicate than the previous "Legend of the Condor Heroes".

(End of chapter)