Chapter 536

Simple and pure, clean to no modification, the vicissitudes of life in the husky voice humming moving poetry, no ups and downs, no waves, no storms, just a touch of emotion, a little sad, a little bitter, a little regret, a little sigh... As if the vibration of the wings of the spirit, Flying up and down between the verdant forest and the dazzling sunshine, I hit the softest part of my heart. Before I had time to respond, my vision was blurred.

Everyone can sing, but not everyone can use songs to narrate stories, and not everyone can use songs to touch the soul.

At the end of a song, lanli held his guitar and sat quietly on the chair without speaking. The whole studio became quiet. The quiet mood spread slowly in the air. It seemed that time had lost its meaning.

"... very good." The man sitting in front of the voice control desk opened his mouth and said that his voice was a little hoarse, and he could hear some nasal sounds, but then he realized his mistake -- lanli couldn't hear his voice. He quickly pressed the red button on the desk and said to the microphone, "very good. I mean, good. " The same words repeated several times, a little flustered, he released his right hand, but then pressed down again, "Lan Li, when was this song created?"

"Not long ago. A song written by parents to their children. " Lan Li's voice was slightly lost and seemed to fall into his own memory.

This song is inspired by Derek and Ellie. In them, Lan Li saw the shadow of Ding Yanan.

Parents are always like this. They take care of their children carefully and wait for them all their lives. However, they are so sincere that they are at a loss for fear that if they make a mistake, they will never be able to recover. One day, it suddenly dawns that life can't be planned and the future can't be predicted. Instead of binding hands and feet and being complacent, it's better to let the children fly their wings, wait carefully behind them, support a safe world for them with both hands, and let them soar in the storm. When they are injured, tired and lonely, they can still find a habitat, Escape the storm of the world.

In the last life, after the doctor pronounced the result of high paralysis, he began to blame his mother, hate her and blame her. He refuses to eat, to open his mouth, to talk, or even to open his eyes. Like an ostrich, he wants to bury his head under the sand, but closing his eyes is his only way out.

In the face of his stubbornness and resistance, his mother never gave up, waiting by the bed without complaint and regret, taking care of his daily life, silently bearing the resentment and pain from his whole body, until he was tired, tired, figured out, and finally opened his mouth. He said, "I want water." It's been a month since he turned around, and then he saw the stranger standing at the door. Nathan couldn't help blurting out, "Roy! What are you doing here? " Everyone immediately understood that this should be Lan Li's friend.

Langley, still sitting in the studio, waved to Roy as a greeting, and then said to the microphone again, "Herbert, focus, focus, so, what needs to be fixed just now? We're recording now, not talking in a pub. "

"Yes, yes." Herbert reacted, took a deep breath, regained his spirits, and had a discussion with Langley.

Roy just walked into the studio and closed the door. His eyes fell on the strange faces of the three people on the sofa, but they didn't mean to say hello. Roy looked at Nathan, who shrugged his shoulders. His eyes were secretive, and he couldn't explain clearly for a moment. He asked in a low voice, "what's the matter with you?"

Roy went to the side, sat down beside Nathan and explained in a low voice, "I'm just fine today. I want to come and have a look." But the sight still fell on the two people. Their conversation didn't hide from others. It was always at the normal volume.

"How's it going? How do you feel? " It is said that an old man wearing a plaid shirt and a bow tie is still wearing this kind of clothes in the hot June. You can see that he is a rigid and conservative person.

Sitting in the center is a middle-aged man about 45 years old. His hairline has retreated to the back of his forehead, revealing the glossy Mediterranean Sea. There is not much hair left to try to take care of, but it still tilts up. This small detail shows that he is usually a slovenly or informal person, That simple gray T-shirt with jeans also proves it.

"Wow, it's brilliant." The middle-aged man gently closed his jaw. Compared with the simple words, the appreciation between the eyebrows is more sincere. "Everyone knows that he is an excellent actor, but few people know that he is also an excellent singer."

"In my opinion, he wasted his time as an actor. The singer is his real talent." The old man made no secret of his sneer and said loudly. The middle-aged man sitting next to him didn't retort or agree, just looked at it with a smile. The old man then asked, "what do you think? Now we've recorded 16 songs. Each capital is a boutique. It's more than enough to make an album. If you want, you can listen to the master tape of the whole album first. "

"Sixteen?" The middle-aged man's brow slightly wrinkled, which seemed to be a bit of a murmur, but after thinking about it, he didn't continue to ask, which made people unable to understand his mind. Then he changed the topic, "George, you should know that there is no market for such songs. Now in North America, no record company dares to do ballads. Even Jason mayez is just as difficult. If you want to do ballads, you have to go to England

"But what about Cleopatra? You don't know? " But the old man did not panic at all, and said firmly, "what's more, lanli is not a casual singer. Now he is an actor that everyone pays attention to. As long as someone pays attention to this album, we will be confident that word-of-mouth can be spread and sales will not be worried. "

"As you said, he's an actor, not a singer." The middle-aged man refused to budge, and retorted with a smile, "of course, I believe this is an excellent album, and may even win the applause of those music critics."

"But", behind such words, there will always be a "but". Sure enough, the middle-aged people's words change, "but, you should know that the popular, electronic and dance music are selling well now. The audience all know that these are saliva songs. After a while, they forget that they have no connotation, just enjoy themselves in nightclubs and bars. But they don't care. That's what they need. Now is the era of fast food. Compared with word-of-mouth and quality, fast consumption and simple entertainment are the key to success. "

Roy couldn't help looking up and looking at the middle-aged man. His eyes were sincere all the time, and he didn't feel proud. On the contrary, he could hear a trace of regret and helplessness in his tone.

"A good singer, a good album, doesn't mean good sales. We all hope to find more balance between art and business, and we don't want to lose quality. But, George, you should know clearly that this is an album with only artistic quality but no commercial quality. In the process of production, you abandoned all the commerciality and focused on art. I admit, it's really courage. Then, you can't expect that our companies are willing to pay for art. "

The words of the middle-aged man were like the last straw that crushed the camel. Roy could clearly see that the old man's back and shoulders were broken down, and the fighting spirit seemed to dissipate little by little, which made people feel sad and lonely in vain.

Roy thought about his tone and tone and said, "it's not difficult to make a commercial album; But it's not easy to make an art album. Everyone can do commercial albums, but not art albums. "