Chapter 129

Chu ye took the lead, swept it first, and handed it to Xue fan.

Of course, such self-made lyrics and songs should be judged by professionals whether they are qualified or not.

However, before Xue fan came to a conclusion, he still couldn't help asking, "this song is the song you told me on Friday?"

Nanyue nodded: "well, I've written this song now."

"But didn't you fill in the words at that time?" Chu Ye is even more puzzled after verifying his doubts.

On Friday, South Vietnam set out for X city, recording programs on Saturday, recording programs on Sunday and on the road for half a day.

It's only Monday today. Is the word written? When and where was it written?

"Yes," the radian on the lips of South Vietnam rose slightly, "in fact, there have always been general ideas about words. Last night, there was a sudden inspiration, which turned all ideas into words."

"Inspiration?" Chu Ye wants to ask her what happened or experienced last night, but he thinks it's about privacy, so he'd better give it up.

For a creator, although inspiration is a very ethereal thing, it does not come for no reason.

Nanyue knew he wouldn't ask more. His eyes hung slightly, and he didn't intend to say more.

Speaking of it, not only last night, when I just sang, but also involuntarily remembered the appearance of Shengjing Heng playing the piano and singing.

There seems to be a feeling that she really knew shengjingheng only last night.

Before, it was all the memories left by the original body.

After that, it is her own memory.

"Is this really your song?" On the other hand, Xue fan carefully read the score, hummed a melody in his heart, and subconsciously asked questions.

Nanyue looked up and said, "yes, Mr. Xue, is there something wrong?"

"There's nothing wrong, but it's too right!" Xue fan was surprised. "The lyrics and songs are great. The music style is very fresh but mature. It doesn't seem to come from a new man!"

After Xue fan sighed, he went to see Chu ye again: "Mr. Chu, you have found a treasure! Why don't we just sign Hongyu? "

Chu ye had guessed that he would have this reaction and hummed: "do you think I don't want to? As early as a month ago, I wanted to sign her. As a result, because of Sheng Jingheng, I didn't want to come to Hongyu. "

"Oh, South Vietnam, are you a loyal fan of Sheng Jingheng?"

After getting the nod from Nanyue, Xue fan could understand: "Sheng Jingheng is indeed a rare genius in today's singing world and even in the entertainment circle. He is very good and can learn more from him. "

Hearing Xue fan's praise of Sheng Jingheng, Chu Ye didn't respond. He just skipped over and said, "don't talk nonsense. Since this song is OK, let's start recording directly."

This time, Xue fan, as before, participated in the early recording and gave some professional opinions and suggestions to South Vietnam.

This song was written by South Vietnam itself. How to sing it and how to give it feelings are naturally clear in my heart.

Therefore, singing is much easier than the song written by Chaoyang.

At the end of the day, I almost decided on the song, about how to sing it, and how to deal with the bass and treble.

At the end of work, it was dark outside and the cold wind rustled.

Chu Ye didn't stay in the studio all the time, but handled affairs in his own office.

When Nanyue wanted to leave, he came to see her off as usual and planned to treat her to dinner and reward her.

Nanyue just had something to tell him, so he simply went to his car and asked Mao Hui to follow him in a business car.

"Huh? "New announcement?" Chu Ye listened to her finish, then joked, "so anxious, finally short of money?"