Chapter 864

This extra day's holiday, Nanyue and Sheng Jingheng didn't specially arrange anything.

I just went back to the villa. Except for dinner time, I stayed in the studio all the time.

Arrange the new songs newly released from South Vietnam, and then record the songs.

The two have worked together to produce songs before. This time, they have a full tacit understanding.

You don't have to say anything. You can know each other's thoughts and intentions with a little look or playing a melody.

In terms of music arrangement, even if South Vietnam didn't say it, Sheng Jingheng knew that it didn't need to be too complicated after listening to her sing so half of the song last night.

This song only wants him to sing lightly, but it can also make people feel infinite deep resonance.

Just like when Sheng Jingheng heard this song, he knew it was written to him by South Vietnam.

How to compose this song is also very clear in my heart.

When recording the song, he also maintained a consistent good state and easily sang the feeling that South Vietnam wanted when writing this song.

For the first time, South Vietnam sat outside the shed as a song producer, listening to him play and sing, and perfecting the song bit by bit.

This feeling is wonderful and fascinating.

Of course, there will be such a feeling, just because the people sitting inside are shengjingheng.

If it were someone else, South Vietnam would not even have the inspiration to write songs.

He said she was his muse.

Isn't he her inspiration?

Nan Yue held his cheek, with a semi permanent smile on his face, and stared at the men in the shed without blinking.

Sheng Jingheng also looked at her deeply, as if only when he looked at her could this song be sung more perfectly.

If a third person comes into the studio at the moment, most of them will subconsciously quit when they see this scene and regard it as not having been here.

But of course, no one will disturb me at this time.

Even the mobile phone that South Vietnam put aside didn't light up much at the end of the day. It was very calm.

Therefore, when Sheng Jingheng recorded it again and both of them were convinced that they could not be more perfect.

South Vietnam thought of looking at his cell phone and found that they had skipped dinner time. It would be 9 p.m.

Sheng Jingheng came out of the studio and saw that she was slightly surprised when she looked at the mobile phone screen. She guessed, "is it late?"

"It's OK," Nan Yue stood up and handed him a bottle of water. "It's nine o'clock. What does Mr. Sheng want to eat? Let's do it ourselves?"

"Well," Sheng Jingheng said after drinking first, "go down and see what you have."

"OK."

When they walked out of the studio and went downstairs, they found someone else on the first floor.

Chen le and Mo Lvlv stayed in front of the bar in the kitchen and watched the video with a tablet.

Listen, it should be a food video.

While watching and discussing, they didn't notice someone approaching.

South Vietnam had to cough gently and drew their attention.

"Ah, you're down!" Mo Lvlv subconsciously stepped down from the high stool and stood still. "Chen Le said that you will certainly forget the time and don't remember to have dinner, so you've been waiting here."

Chen Le closed the tablet and said, "I've prepared ingredients. What do you want to eat?"

Nanyue looked into the kitchen. Chen Le prepared everything that she and Sheng Jingheng would eat.

Her mind was full of new songs. She didn't have much ideas at this meeting. She first looked at Sheng Jingheng for consultation and said, "you can do it. It's hard."

The two of them stayed upstairs all day. The meeting was over. Naturally, they wanted to go out for a walk.

As they walked out, they didn't forget to plug in headphones and share their recent songs with each other.

Mo lvlu was both envious and satisfied: "they must be able to grow for a long time!"

When Chen Le heard the speech, he seemed to think of something. He looked through the French window at the two people who had walked out of the yard, and then bowed his head and smiled.

Apart from South Vietnam, no one can subdue people like Sheng Jingheng.