Xie Buchen couldn't help but click his tongue when he saw Han Fei skillfully controlling the instruments in the sound control room: "Old Han, where did you learn this skill?"
Han Fei smiled and did not answer. This was a skill he used to cook. Does a million tuner know about it?
Plugging in the USB flash drive, Han Fei pointed at the files on the screen: "Play the accompaniment for me later. I've already adjusted the automatic recording. Don't mess with these buttons."
"Get out of here, do you think I'm a three-year-old brat?" Xie Buchen said angrily.
When Han Fei walked into the recording 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 play button.
The low-pitched electric guitar in the prelude surrounded his ears. This was not the first time Xie Buchen heard this accompaniment, but his mood was completely different from yesterday. He was a little nervous, worried, and more excited.
Finally, after a drumbeat, Han Fei sang the first line of lyrics, and Xie Buchen bit his lower lip subconsciously.
Just the previous verse part made Xie Buchen already burst into tears. He participated in the entire filming of this documentary, and he remembered every shot in it vividly, even many scenes that were not edited into the film.
It still comes to mind often.
This is an experience that he could not have experienced as an idol artist in the past few years.
What shocked Xie Buchen the most was that Han Fei's song connected all these broken scenes together. Every character in it was so vivid. Although they were humble and weak, they were all working for the better.
I am working hard tomorrow, just like an inconspicuous seed, even if it is weighed down by tens of thousands of pounds of rocks, it is still strong enough to break out of the ground.
However, this was not over yet. When Han Fei's roar of the chorus penetrated through the headphones, Xie Buchen felt as if he had received a heavy hammer on his chest. Unknowingly, a row of deep red lines had been left on his lower lip.
print.
"Hey, are you okay?" Han Fei came out of the recording studio at some point. Seeing Xie Buchen still looking stunned, he pushed him.
The corners of Xie Buchen's mouth trembled for a while, but in the end he only said three words: "You are awesome!"
This is definitely not a compliment. Xie Buchen has also released an album. Although he is not a professional singer, he is still half an insider. Han Fei's song is definitely a golden song, both in terms of music and lyrics.
, what’s even more amazing is his singing.
Xie Buchen had listened to Han Fei's "Memory" before. To be honest, in Xie Buchen's opinion, this song can only be regarded as average. The reason why it became popular is mostly external factors, but for this song, Xie Buchen said that he
--Clothes!
After hearing Xie Buchen's praise, Han Fei just smiled and nodded. In fact, he had the same reaction as Xie Buchen when he heard this song for the first time. The shock from the depths of his soul was beyond words.
He put on headphones to listen, but when it came to the chorus, Han Fei frowned, and took off the headphones for a while. Overall, it was not a big problem, but he didn't let go of the high-pitched part of the chorus. In jargon, it was still
Didn't fully open his voice.
When Xie Buchen saw Han Fei's expression was different, he couldn't help but wonder: "What's wrong?"
"No, delete it and re-record it." Han Fei shook his head.
"What?" Xie Buchen was stunned. Isn't this enough? Please, are you sure you didn't say this to deliberately attack talents? If this isn't enough, then wouldn't all the albums he recorded before be thrown into the trash?
The second time, Han Fei still shook his head. Although his voice was open, his emotions were not full enough. Then the third time...
After going back and forth and resting for almost two hours, Han Fei finally nodded with satisfaction, edited the recorded audio, and put it into a USB flash drive.
Just when they were about to leave, Yao Na and Ge Yusen arrived at the recording studio together. Han Fei thought the same thing. Yao Na was probably in a panic now. What if she really broke the instrument?
Xie Buchen sarcastically said to Ge Yusen: "How about we hand over the situation, and we won't recognize it if the instrument breaks down later."
Ge Yusen really started playing with the instrument: "Huh, if it breaks, no one can escape."
Yao Na clenched her fists with both hands and nervously watched Ge Yusen inspect the equipment.
Ge Yusen opened a secret folder in his computer, his heart suddenly accelerated unconsciously, but soon, he nodded to Yao Na with a normal expression: "Okay, everything is normal with the instrument, you can go."
"Thank you." Han Fei patted Yao Na on the shoulder, handed her the key, turned around and left with Xie Buchen.
Yao Na looked at Han Fei's back and was in a trance for a while, but then she listened to the song and said, "Give me the key, I just have something to do."
Yao Na didn't do what he thought and handed him the key: "Remember to lock the door."
After Yao Na's back disappeared from sight, Ge Yusen rushed to the sound console, picked up the headphones, and clicked on the hidden folder.
In fact, this folder is a protection program for the college computer, which will save the changed files. There are several audio files in this folder.
Ge Yusen's hand hung over the mouse for a long time, struggling several times. Thinking of the insults Han Fei and Xie Buchen had done to him, Ge Yusen gritted his teeth: "You forced me to do this."
Not long after clicking on the audio, Ge Yusen was shocked, and his eyes were ball-shaped. After the shock, he felt endless jealousy. Why? He is a professional music student, so he naturally knows what such a song means.
Such a hit-level song is rare in the entire Chinese music scene. How could Han Fei and He De have such a new song?
"Which master wrote such a song?" Ge Yusen murmured to himself: "No, you can't buy such a song with money, how could it be given to an unknown guy?"
"Could it be that this song is Han Fei's original work?" A shocking thought came to Ge Yusen's mind.
It is said in detective novels that if all possibilities are eliminated, the final answer, even if it is impossible, will be the only truth.
Opening the music copyright query website, Ge Yusen started typing, and something happened that made his heart beat sharply. There was no matching work in the copyright database!
A strange thought flashed across his mind, and Ge Yusen took out the USB flash drive he carried with him and copied the audio inside.
The hand holding the USB flash drive kept shaking, but Ge Yusen's face showed a look of ecstasy, and a sneer gradually appeared on the corner of his mouth: "You are stupid, but you can't blame me!"
Just in case, Gebusen even reinstalled the system on the computer in the recording studio, and then spent a whole afternoon restoring all the software. After doing all this, the stars were already shining outside.
Walking in the hazy moonlight, Ge Yusen couldn't help but look up to the sky and scream: "Just wait and see, those who look down on me will one day look up to me!"
Back in the dormitory, Ge Yusen couldn't wait to put on his headphones and fill in all the words and music in the audio on the electronic music score. After proofreading, he couldn't wait to submit the music copyright application.
When Ge Yusen saw the words "Application submitted successfully" on the webpage, a burst of ecstasy filled his heart.