"So...."

Wen Jin looked over and raised his eyebrows, "You're going to run away like this?" ”

Jiang Hemian shook his head, "The throat must be treated, but not now." ”

There are a lot of bad things around him that haven't been solved yet, how can he go to the hospital for treatment with peace of mind.

The doctor said that his throat was a bit difficult to deal with, and it would take at least two months for three courses of treatment.

He doesn't have that much time to waste.

The entertainment industry is a place that changes quickly.

If he chooses to be treated in the current public opinion environment, when he recovers, the fans will run out.

That's basically the same as quitting the circle.

Wen Jin is silent, her understanding of the entertainment industry all comes from Jiang Li and Lin Ping, and she really doesn't know Jiang Hemian's situation.

"Actually, you don't have to be so demanding of yourself." Wen Jin said suddenly.

"Huh?" Jiang Hemian had a sarcastic smile on his face, 'What kind of bullshit are you playing'.

"I'm a singer, if I can't master a song, why should I sing it to others?"

"It's not." "I mean, you can make some changes. ”

"Didn't Assistant Wang say that you are very good at this? You can learn from each other's strengths, and that's not an insult to you, is it? ”

Jiang Hemian was silent, and then said, "But now it's difficult to even sing the correct tone of this whole song, how can I change it?" ”

Before adapting a song, at least eat that song thoroughly, right?

Wen Jin, of course, understood what he meant, sighed, and stood up.

"Have you handled the accompaniment?" She asked.

"Of course." Jiang Hemian nodded as a matter of course.

"What are you doing?"

Watching the people go straight to the recording studio, Jiang Hemian raised his eyebrows.

Wen Jin adjusted the position of the microphone, sat on the high chair, and before putting on the headphones, he said naturally:

"Can't you sing it all?"

"Then you go in..."

Jiang Hemian was silent in the middle of his words, and after a few seconds, he said incredibly:

"You're going to sing it yourself?"

Putting on the headset, Wen Jin shrugged his shoulders and nodded as a matter of course.

"yes, aren't you not good? Then I'll do it. ”

Seeing that Jiang Hemian was still sitting there stunned, Wen Jin looked down at his watch, it was almost four o'clock.

"Hurry up, hurry up."

She also wants to finish work early to catch up on sleep.

Jiang Hemian pressed the button on the console, and as the music sounded, Wen Jin in the studio slowly closed his eyes and immersed himself.

A second before the voice came out, Jiang Hemian assured that he had a heart to watch a good show.

But when Wen Jin finished singing the first stanza, he fell into endless silence.

The tone is bright, sweet and shiny, with a natural softness in the mid-bass.

The treble is solid and powerful with a hint of air and falsetto mixed with a bit of real voice and resonance.

Wen Jin sang a song, and her voice was different from what she usually spoke.

She usually speaks slowly and softly.

It gives a comfortable and calm feeling.

But when singing, her voice is transparent up and down, and she easily controls the song, and she can retract it freely.

Unique.

Ethereal is the biggest characteristic of her voice, and in the ethereal it is transparent, lustrous and ethereal.

Jiang Hemian's doubts were so many that they almost became real objects.

Why has someone with such a great voice never heard it before?

Why is such a person willing to be a little songwriter and just a little songwriter, is this really what she wants most?

Until Wen Jin walked in front of him, Jiang Hemian hadn't come back to his senses.

"Come on, let's go."

Wen Jin saved the song he just sang and clicked play.

Jiang Hemian was silent, but his eyes were extremely complicated when he looked at her.

"Still not working?"

Wen Jin pondered that he should have sung correctly just now, "Although there are some flaws, it is enough for you to hear clearly, right?" ”

Jiang Hemian looked at her clear eyes and nodded silently.

Wen Jin suspected that the two of them were in the way by the single console, so he simply sat on the ground and pulled Jiang Daxing down by the way.

But this time the big star didn't get angry, but looked at her with that inexplicable look again.

Wen Jin was hairy and tapped on the messy piece of paper with a pen.

"Come on, let's get the details down little by little."

"This paragraph, I think I can...."

Jiang Hemian spoke up at this time, and his voice was hoarse.

"Don't say a word until you sing tomorrow." Wen Jin said suddenly.

“？” Jiang Hemian frowned and looked over.

"Hmm... After getting up, I have been holding a golden voice and don't break it. Wen Jin glanced at his Adam's apple meaningfully and said:

"Your voice is even hoarse."

Jiang Hemian was stunned for a moment, then nodded.

Wen Jin's heart flashed with a strange color.

Although, is Jiang Daxing's character too changeable?

Obviously he still has a stinky face during the day, and he has a proud look on his head.

How did it become so at night.... Shrewd?

I was angry with her when I got up, and I didn't lose my temper when I messed around with yin and yang, and I was obediently knocked on the head by her, and I nodded obediently to her words....

Wen Jin began to believe in the authenticity of Jiang Li's words.

This big star seems to be really neurotic.

When the two began to communicate in a low voice, Wen Jin put those things aside and concentrated on the adaptation.

Jiang Daxing drew and wrote on the paper, and showed it to Wen Jin after the revision.

Wait for someone to nod before continuing to take it back and revise it.

Just pick up the details little by little, and time flies.

"Sleepy?"

Seeing that the person sat still for a long time, Wen Jin yawned and looked at the time on his watch, six twenty.

Nodding, "Yes, it's morning." ”

The response was a cooing sound that was unusually loud in the quiet of the recording studio.

After a yawn action, Wen Jin subconsciously looked over.

Jiang Hemian came back to his senses, holding his stomach, his ears were red, and his face was fierce, "What are you doing with me?" ”

Wen Jin looked away and suggested, "Why don't you go get something to eat?" ”

"Long-winded." Jiang Hemian turned his head away from her.

"Cut."

Finally got things done, Wen Jin patted his pants and got up, "There is always a room in a house as big as yours, I'll be busy with you until now..."

Without waiting for her to finish speaking, Jiang Hemian didn't raise his head, and interrupted indifferently:

"The third room on the left of the staircase entrance on the second floor."

"Okay."

Before leaving, Wen Jin instructed: "Sleep for three hours, let's come back at ten o'clock and try a few times, remember to call me." ”

Yesterday, Jiang Hemian sent her an invitation to be an executive agent for the day, and after she agreed, the assistant sent over the rehearsal list for the next day's recording of the show.

The other artists who recorded the show together started rehearsals early, but Jiang Hemian was in a special situation.

Because of the bad situation of the big star now, he was arranged at the end.

The recording began at two o'clock in the afternoon.

And only half an hour of rehearsal.

The time is urgent, and it is estimated that I can only sing it twice before I start recording.

"Got it." Jiang Hemian responded.

"Oh, yes." Halfway through the door, Wen Jin thought about it, and then said, "You also have to rest, it's necessary." ”

"No, why are you..."

The door was slowly closed, and Jiang Hemian's irritable voice was left in the room.

Sort out the scattered paper on the ground, whether it is waste paper or something else, Jiang Hemian will put it away.

Before leaving, he went to the console to tinker and transferred the song sung by Wen Jin to his mobile phone.

At 10:03, the recording room.

As soon as Jiang Hemian pushed open the door, he saw Wen Jin, who was sleeping on the operating table.

“.......”

What is this operation?

He stood at the door, and for a long time he didn't understand how Wen Jin, who was supposed to sleep in the room, was here.

At ten :05, the alarm on the mobile phone next to Wen Jin rang.

Turned off the alarm clock, pinched his eyebrows, sobered up a little, and looked back at Jiang Hemian.

Wen Jin muttered, "I know you won't shout." ”

"You didn't sleep?"

Jiang Hemian stepped forward and looked at Wen Jin, who was obviously dark and green under his eyes.

"I slept for half an hour." Wen Jin said truthfully:

"I couldn't sleep too late, so I just came over and got some things right."

"For example?"

Jiang Hemian didn't know where else he hadn't taken into account.

"It's a beautiful stage."

Wen Jin took out the tablet from his bag and handed it to him, "Although the drawing is rough, it is just enough for you to add your own ideas to it." ”

"As a singer, it's important to sing well, but you can't lag too far behind in stage design."

"At least it has to be worthy and complement each other."

Wen shrugged, as if to say a very normal question.

Then he asked:

"What do you think?"