"Perhaps, we can talk!"

With Jiang Hemian's concession, the two finally stood on the same front as equals.

Wen Jin sat down on the sofa again, looking at Jiang Hemian who hurried downstairs, with an unchanged light smile on his face.

The voice was warm: "Mr. Jiang, you can tell me what you think." ”

Jiang Hemian looked at her for a long time, and before the assistant couldn't help but speak, he pressed the person.

Under Wen Jin's calm and gentle gaze, sitting on the sofa in front of her, the previous contempt and disdain in her eyes disappeared.

He brewed for a long time, rolled his Adam's apple lightly, and said:

"Love, and regret."

Wen Jin's expression suddenly moved, and then he asked again:

"I need a song like this, can you?"

.............

"This song has a name."

"It's called Red Bean."

Wen Jin handed the tablet over, his eyes clear and moist.

Jiang Hemian glanced at her in surprise, but didn't say anything, and asked the assistant to find a pair of headphones to come out.

Get the headphones, put them on, and hit play.

As soon as the prelude sounded, Jiang Hemian subconsciously looked up at Wen Jin opposite.

The woman in front of her hung her head slightly, unhurriedly arranging the messy paper on the table that she had just taken out to write.

It looks like it's confident.

Jiang Hemian didn't have time to think about it, the music in his ears gradually sounded, and his mind was unconsciously pulled.

The song demo is not long, and it is even a little rough.

But Jiang Hemian listened to it many times.

I don't know how long it took before I put down my headphones.

His expression was a little surprised, and a little surprised.

Q: "Is this what you just did?" ”

Jiang Hemian's eyes fell on Wen Jin, and the turbulent waves seemed to be brewing under his calm eyes.

He writes songs himself, so he naturally does this.

But what he couldn't believe was that Wen Jin was able to write a demo in such a short time.

Although it is slightly rough, it does not hide its brilliance in the slightest.

The melody is perfect, the style is thorough, and even the arrangement can't find a single error.

This is definitely not something that can be made in a short period of time.

The singing part is pure humming, with a distinctly machine-synthesized sound.

For some reason, it doesn't look stiff at all, it's incredibly natural.

Judging from Jiang Hemian's experience in writing songs for so many years, if this demo is replaced by a vocal voice instead of an emotionless hum, it will be a masterpiece.

was stared at with burning eyes, and Wen Jin was not ashamed.

Nodding, "What do you think?" ”

"This song..."Jiang Hemian stood up, turned his head to look at her, and asked with interest:

"Is there a word for this red bean?"

"Of course."

Wen Jin smiled at the corner of his mouth, his eyebrows and eyes were vivid, "Do you want to try?" ”

Jiang Hemian returned the tablet, turned around and raised his feet.

The corners of his mouth curled, and his voice was loose, "Go upstairs." ”

The third floor is the recording studio.

"Will it work?"

Jiang Hemian raised his chin and looked at the operating table.

"Of course."

The affirmative voice came from the side, and Jiang Hemian glanced sideways, seeing that there was no time to restrain the emotion in Wen Jin's eyes.

Nostalgia, entanglement, relief....

It's really a contradictory emotion.

Jiang Hemian sneered in his heart, this person not only has skills, but also stories.

It's a pity that he doesn't care and is not interested.

"What about the lyrics?"

"This."

Taking the lyric book in Wen Jin's hand, Jiang Hemian looked carefully.

[I haven't felt it yet, the climate where the snowflakes bloom.]

When we tremble together, we will understand better what gentleness is.

............

But sometimes, I would rather choose to be nostalgic and not let go.

When the scenery is seen through, maybe you will accompany me to watch the fine water flow. 】

In the middle of the night, the voice of banter sounded in the quiet room.

"Teacher Zhuqing is really different."

The man's tone was too frivolous, and Wen Jin frowned uncomfortably.

Before he could make a sound, Jiang Hemian had already walked into the recording studio, put on headphones, and waited for her signal.

The big thing is ahead, and Wen Jin suppressed the unhappiness in his heart.

Soon, a voice came from Jiang Hemian's headphones.

"Settle in, find your emotions, and start in three minutes."

Jiang Hemian nodded and exhaled lightly.

Inside the recording studio.

The man sat in a high chair, his eyes closed, humming the melody given by Wen Jin in a low voice, and the beat under his feet.

It seems that he enjoys the comfort of music.

If anyone sees this picture, they will probably think that he is a very quiet boy.

Outside the shed.

Wen Jin stood in front of the recording table, clasped his hands on his chest, and watched him find the rhythm of the music.

The assistant knew that the two were discussing something important, and had been quiet before.

At this moment, I finally couldn't help but speak: "My brother likes to write, but he is too lazy to run the recording studio, so he simply makes one at home, except for sleeping, he spends most of his time here pondering new songs." ”

"Otherwise, I wouldn't have been able to write so many good songs."

Wen Jin listened quietly, humming from time to time, but his eyes kept looking at Jiang Hemian in the shed.

When the assistant Amway was not thinking about it, he asked coldly:

"How bad is his throat?"

The assistant choked in his throat and couldn't answer.

Wen Jin turned his head to look at him, his eyes serious, "If I can't be sure of his status, I won't give him this song." ”

Barely singing the song of red beans with a broken voice, that is something she can't tolerate.

Every song she remembers, she has a responsibility to present them in their entirety.

There must be no mistakes.

Jiang Hemian happened to hear this sentence when he pushed the door open.

Lazily leaned against the door frame and said casually: "What's the hurry, don't you just feel it yourself?" ”

Wen Jin didn't react otherwise and nodded, "Let's start then." ”

She only gave a paragraph, and Jiang Hemian only had to try a paragraph.

The accompaniment sounded, and he had just sung two words out loud, when Wen Jin raised his hand to interrupt.

"Stop, you're too low."

Jiang Hemian raised his eyebrows, unexpectedly, nodded good-naturedly, and motioned to come again.

The music played, and Wen Jin interrupted again.

"Stop, the bite is too heavy, it's not

AP, ease your mood a little. ”

One minute.

"Slow down, come again."

Five minutes.

"The rhythm is not right, come again."

Back and forth, it took half an hour to try out such a short demo.

When Wen Jin finally nodded, the assistant felt tired.

looked at Jiang Hemian who came out, and hurriedly stepped forward.

As he handed the water over, he looked at the person's face.

I was afraid that Jiang Hemian would run wild.

Even if it is a scarecrow, it should be a little tempered to be interrupted back and forth so many times.

But, unexpectedly, Jiang Hemian looked pretty good.

The smile in the corner of the eye can't be faked.

He pushed the water aside and walked behind Wen Jin, who was immersed in sorting out the materials for the audition.

After a few seconds, he coldly put his hand on the person's shoulder, feeling the invisible tremor of the person under him, as if he had brought back Fang Cai's grievances, and his expression was a little happier.

Faced with Wen Jin's stopped movements, Quan didn't see it, and praised without changing his face:

"Teacher Zhuqing is so versatile, he writes songs and scores, and he can even use these."

The moment he was comfortably put on his shoulder, Wen Jin's expression instantly became cold.

I only felt that the unhappiness in my heart suddenly ignited a flame.

Faint, but impossible to ignore.

Jiang Hemian grew tall, and stood behind him, so he naturally couldn't see the expression of the person.

He can't see it, but the assistant can.

The assistant saw Wen Jin's cold face, which had always been calm and gentle, and he was about to speak out for a while.

Jiang Hemian has a muddy temperament, he knows, but seeing that he has committed a crime on the savior, he is still enjoying himself.

The assistant almost didn't come up in one breath.

The person who took revenge didn't react, but Jiang Hemian felt bored.

His eyes fell on the pile of complicated keys in front of Wen Jin, and his eyes deepened.

Although it is not certain whether the piano score was written by Wen Jin, this person is really a little outrageous.

I can write songs, compose music, and operate a recording studio.

Moreover, to say that this man does not have his own studio, he does not believe it ten thousand.

Unless this man .....

"Who else did you write to before?" Jiang Hemian twisted his eyebrows and asked.

Wen Jin was silent.

"Were you anyone's exclusive before?" He asked again.

Wen Jin still didn't respond.

Jiang Hemian is not a person with a sense of boundaries, and his patience is consumed too much at the moment, and he can't take care of anything.

Get straight to the point.

Before the assistant next to him could stop him, he heard a cold sound about to fall off the ballast.

"Touch your hands again."