Come on, wander, there are plenty of directions anyway

Come on, show off, there’s a lot to see anyway

In fact, Han Sen was not very satisfied. Li Yaoqin did not sing the feeling she wanted. But not long after, when the singing gradually overlapped with the notes in his memory, Han Sen's face showed surprise.

expression.

"Black and red are also red!" Li Yaoqin said firmly.

Ah, it’s itchy——”

Zhang Dongsheng nodded: "It makes sense, let's make a simple arrangement using drums and bass first, see how it works, and then add other instruments later."

At the same time, Wu Sheng also memorized the lyrics of the new song.

Zhang Dongsheng said quickly.

He was nervous and excited.

Today, neither of them was idle.

By the time he came to his senses, the prelude had passed, and Wu Sheng was so stunned that he forgot to try singing.

Li Yaoqin asked, and after receiving permission, she couldn't wait to read the lyrics, and started singing in front of Han Sen:

"She is a continuous piece of music

"As for musical instruments, just use pipa, bass, erhu, guzheng, xun, Xiao, drums, etc. to combine them and listen to the feeling."

When I looked at the lyrics and music on the music stand again, I suddenly seemed to see a golden light.

Who would have thought that Zhang Dongsheng had just glanced at the music score, and his whole brows were frowning.

Han Sen did not leave immediately, and worked with Zhang Dongsheng to produce Wu Sheng's new song. Because Han Sen was there, the arrangement progress was amazingly fast, and the first section of the arrangement was quickly completed.

"OK!"

Han Sen said: "Do you still remember the feeling of the song "Along the River During Qingming Festival"? Just continue it to this song!"

Wu Sheng, who arrived later, was in the recording studio the whole time, serving Zhang Dongsheng tea and water, and letting Zhang Dongsheng help produce his new single first.

At this time, just as Han Sen expected, Wu Sheng couldn't wait to rush to the recording studio as soon as he left Han Sen's office.

There has never been a moment in his career when he felt as amazing as at this moment.

Zhang Dongsheng was in trouble now.

Although Wu Sheng also coveted Ge Qingqi's songs, they were not his after all. Of course, his own songs were the most important at the moment, so he quickly said: "Brother Zhang, please help me produce this song first. I have been waiting for this day for too long."

Already."

Han Sen slapped his fingers on the table, organized his words a little, and then said with a smile: "The first time I heard it, it was sex, and the second time I heard it, it was love. Sister Qin, have you ever eaten sugar candies? It's the kind of candy that lingers in your mouth.

It feels sticky and itchy when it accidentally sticks to your mouth, but it actually melts in your mouth, as if it had never happened before."

Maybe she was too eager and serious, so she just read it once and hummed it repeatedly, and she remembered the melody of the entire song to some extent.

Wu Sheng came back to his senses and quickly bowed to Han Sen and Zhang Dongsheng and apologized: "Sorry, I was distracted. Brother Zhang, let's do it again."

So the next moment, the sound of a flute, a xun, and the sound of a pipa like flowing water came towards me like a thousand troops and a rainbow of momentum.

"How should I arrange this song?"

"Brother Sen, let me sing a few lines now to see if it's what you call 'fascinating but not lewd'. Is it the feeling you want?"

Wu Sheng shook his head and said: "No, I just got this song and came directly to you. I didn't have time to communicate at all."

Recording engineer Yang Peitao laughed and said: "Asheng's last song was Chinese style, it seemed to be called "Along the River During Qingming Festival", right? Why not continue the atmosphere of that song and continue to make similar works, which will attract more likes

Your fan base."

After Han Sen understood the cause and effect, he asked bluntly: "Have you heard of "Chi Ling"?"

When he heard this prelude, Wu Sheng's hair felt like it was standing on end.

"I'm fine, don't keep Brother Sen waiting too long." Zhang Dongsheng muttered, smiled at Han Sen, and played the arrangement again.

Another powerful prelude made Wu Sheng inexplicably excited. Fortunately, this time he seized the opportunity, accurately entered the rhythm of the song, and started singing:

"That year the snowflakes fell and the plum blossoms bloomed on the branches

There was so much sadness left by the Huaqing Pool that year..."

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