Xie buchen watched Han Fei skillfully control the instruments in the sound control room and couldn't help but smack his tongue: "old Han, where did you learn this skill?"
Han Fei smiled and didn't answer. This is the skill he used to eat. Can millions of tuners know?
Plug in the USB flash disk, Han Fei pointed to the files on the screen: "later, help me play the accompaniment and automatic recording. I've adjusted it. Don't touch these buttons."
"Get out of here, will you be my three-year-old bear?" Xie buchen didn't have a good way.
When Han Fei walked into the studio, through the glass window, he saw that Han Fei had put on his headphones and made an OK gesture to himself. Xie buchen nodded and pressed the audio player.
The low electric guitar in the prelude is surrounded by his ears. Xie buchen is not the first time to listen to this accompaniment, but his mood is completely different from yesterday. He is a little nervous, worried and more excited.
Finally, after a drum beat, Han Fei sang the first lyrics, and Xie buchen subconsciously bit his lower lip.
Just the front part of the main song, Xie buchen has tears in his eyes. He participated in the whole process of the documentary. He can remember every scene in it, and even many pictures that have not been cut into the film will often come to mind.
This is an experience that he couldn't touch when he was an idol artist a few years ago.
What shocked Xie buchen most was that Han Fei's song connected all these broken pictures together, and every role in it was so fresh. Although they were humble and weak, they were working hard for a better tomorrow, just like an insignificant seed. Even if they were pressed with ten thousand kilograms of boulders, they still broke through the ground.
However, this is not over yet. When the roar of Han Fei's chorus penetrated through the headset, Xie buchen was like a heavy hammer on his chest. Unconsciously, a row of deep red marks had been left on his lower lip.
"Oh, are you all right?" Han Fei didn't know when he had come out of the studio. Seeing that Xie buchen was still in a daze, he pushed him.
Xie buchen's mouth wriggled for a while, but finally he only said three words: "you're a cow!"
This is definitely not a compliment. Xie buchen has also made an album. Although he is not a professional singer, he is still half an insider. Han Fei's song is definitely golden in both music and lyrics, and what's more amazing is his singing.
Xie buchen had heard Han Fei's [Memorial] before. To tell you the truth, this song is only average in Xie buchen's opinion. Most of the reasons why it is popular are external factors. However, Xie buchen said that he was convinced of this song!
After listening to Xie buchen's praise, Han Fei just smiled and nodded. In fact, when he first heard this song, he also reacted like Xie buchen. The shock from the depths of his soul was beyond expression.
Put on headphones for audition, but when it comes to the chorus, Han Fei frowned and took off his headphones for a long time. On the whole, there is no problem, but he didn't let go of the high part of the chorus. In jargon, he hasn't fully opened his voice yet.
Seeing Han Fei's expression, Xie buchen couldn't help wondering: "what's the matter?"
"No, delete the re record." Han Fei shook his head.
"What?" Xie buchen was stunned. Isn't that ok? Come on, are you sure you didn't say that to deliberately crack down on talent? If this doesn't work, won't all his previous albums be thrown into the garbage?
The second time, Han Fei still shook his head. Although his voice was open, his mood was not full enough. Then the third time
Before and after the rest, almost two hours for the last time, Han Fei nodded with satisfaction, edited the recorded audio and put it into the USB flash disk.
Just as they were about to leave, Yao Na and Ge Yusen went to the studio together. Han Fei thought so. It is estimated that Yao Na is also very flustered now. What if she really broke the instrument?
Xie buchen said sarcastically to geyusen, "why don't we hand it over? If the instrument breaks down later, we won't recognize it."
Geyusen really began to play with the instrument: "hum, if it breaks down, none of them can run."
Yao Na clenched her fists and looked nervously at geyusen's inspection instrument.
Geyusen opened a secret folder in the computer. His heart suddenly accelerated unconsciously, but soon, he nodded at Yao Na with his normal face: "OK, everything is normal. You can go."
"Thanks." Han Fei patted Yao Na on the shoulder, gave her the key, turned around and left with Xie buchen.
Yao Na looked at Han Fei's back and was a little distracted for a while, but listening to the song, Yusen said, "give me the key. I just have something to do."
Yao Na didn't do it. He thought and handed him the key: "remember to lock the door."
When Yao Na's back disappeared from view, geyusen rushed to the voice console, picked up the headset and clicked on the hidden folder.
In fact, this folder is a protection program for the college computer. It will save the changed files. There are several audio files in this folder.
Geyusen's hand hung over the mouse for a long time and struggled several times. At the thought of Han Fei and Xie buchen's insult to himself, geyusen bit his teeth: "you forced me."
Not long after clicking on the audio, geyusen was shocked and his eyes stared into a ball. After the shock, there was endless jealousy. Why? He is a professional music student. Naturally, he knows what such a song means. Such a golden song can be found but not sought in the whole Chinese music world. How can Han Fei and he de have such a new song.
"Who wrote such a song?" Ge Yusen murmured to himself: "no, such a song can't be bought with money. How can it be given to a guy of unknown origin?"
"Is this song Han Fei's original?" a startling thought came out of geyusen's mind.
It is said in detective stories that if all possibilities are excluded, the final answer, even if it is no longer possible, will be the only truth.
Open the music copyright inquiry website, and geyusen began to input. What made his heart soar happened. There was no matching work in the copyright library!
Ghostly thoughts flashed. Geyusen took out his USB flash disk and copied the audio in it.
The hand holding the USB flash disk was shaking constantly, but geyusen's face showed a look of ecstasy. Gradually, a sneer hung from the corners of his mouth: "this is your own stupidity, no wonder me!"
In order to ensure that in case, geyusen even reinstalled the system on the computer in the studio, and then spent a whole afternoon restoring all the software. After all this, there were stars outside.
Walking in the hazy moonlight, geyusen couldn't help shouting up to the sky: "wait and see, those who despise me will look up to me one day!"
Back in the bedroom, geyusen couldn't wait to wear headphones and fill in all the words and songs in the audio on the electronic music score. After proofreading, he couldn't wait to submit the music copyright application.
When geyusen saw the words "successfully submitted application" on the web page, a burst of ecstasy rushed to his heart.