Chapter 477

After chatting with Zhu Mingming, Feng Lanchu puts her cell phone back in her pocket. At that time, Tony puts makeup on her while writing a thesis in her heart.

It's a pity that Fenglan didn't enter the entertainment circle at the beginning. Her facial features are three-dimensional and exquisite. She's very good at playing. She's definitely good-looking when she's on camera.

But what Feng Lanchu thought in her heart is that it's right that she didn't enter the entertainment circle, otherwise she must be the vase in the legend.

you 're right! Seeing that there is Zhang Qianyi in the recording studio, Feng Lanchu completely counsels him.

Unexpectedly, Jiang Anzhi called Zhang Qianyi over again and asked him to be a producer.

Whimpering~

He tried to sing several times, but he was praised by Zhang Qianyi.

In the recording studio, Feng Lanchu carefully stares at the music score, remembers an Zhi's request, and sings meticulously. Her soft voice and the melody with quite ancient charm also fit very well.

Zhang Qianyi pick eyebrow to one side of Jiang Anzhi said: "you teach well."

In order to reduce the tension of fenglanchu, only Zhang Qianyi and Jiang An are left in the studio.

Hearing the top producer boasting about his wife, Jiang Anzhi and yourong said: "Xiaochu is already very good."

... Zhang Qianyi.

However, he also found that Jiang Anzhi's style seems to have changed. In the past, there were occasional slow songs in Jiang'an, but they were not as delicate as these two.

Yesterday, when he received the music manuscript from Jiang An Zhi, Zhang Qianyi was really sour. After all, it's hard to change the established style, which is what he wants to break through.

However, after so many years of concentration, he is not as powerful as Jiang Anzhi, who has blossomed in many ways.

Jiang Anzhi seemed to see Zhang Qianyi's mind and shared with him: "it's only during this period that I suddenly found that writing songs is particularly smooth."

"It's not because of where I grew up, but because I have a lot of feelings in my heart. This kind of sentiment is not mechanically copied, but out of mind. Of course, it's limited to writing this style of music. If you ask me to write a popular pop song now, maybe I'll be stuck longer than before. "

"It looks like you've had a good trip."

"It's true." Jiang Anzhi nodded his head seriously, and his mind and soul were affected: "now I personally understand the meaning of" growing up with more experience. "

It makes sense that it is better to travel thousands of miles than to read thousands of books.

What you see and hear on the road will always give you new inspiration and reflection.

Feng Lanchu is still singing inside. When the interlude rings, she takes the opportunity to look up and see that the two people who are responsible for recording her are chatting with each other. She doesn't care how she sings.

"..." at the beginning of the wind, ah.

These two don't take her seriously. I hate them.

The tone, which was originally stable, gradually lost its control because of the emotional ups and downs of the two absent-minded people.

The two people, who are chatting about their creative inspiration, are attracted back by the music that suddenly goes awry in the room. After a long silence, they stop talking and return to work.

At the beginning of Fenglan, she has been unable to record how many times. Zhang Qianyi and Jiang Anzhi finally let her go and let her rest outside.

The next student, Zhuang, comes in.

Fang Zhuangzi walked in as if he were dead. He took a look at Zhang Jiang, who was sitting beside the tuning equipment. He was a little embarrassed.

He was especially polite and bowed solemnly to them: "please forgive me."

At that time, as soon as Fenglan came out of the recording room, Jiang Anzhi immediately got up and handed her water.

Fenglanchu drinks and looks at Zhuangzi: "do you need me to cheer you up?"

Hearing the words, Zhuang Shu waved his hand again and again: "Xiao Huo is outside. You can play with Xiao Huo."