After playing for a while, Fang Jing came out to see if Zhou Peng had finished reciting the lyrics. He happened to hear the girl saying that his family had a mine, and he looked closely and saw that one of them was an old acquaintance.
"Fang Jing! Why are you here?" Gong Yu, who was wearing a white shirt and light white jeans, looked at Fang Jing in surprise.
"Bring someone here to practice singing. What about you? I haven't heard from you for a long time?"
When we first met the year before last, Gong Yu would often talk to each other, but after graduating from high school, there was no news.
Fang Jing is usually very busy. Apart from sending New Year greetings to his friends during the holidays, he has no time to chat with them at other times.
If one doesn't take the initiative to look for it, the other will naturally not dare to look for it.
Fang Jing's current worth is different from what he was back then, so looking for him will inevitably make people feel like he's following the crowd.
Qianqian scratched her head with her thin fingers, Gong Yu said with a smile, "I went home during the summer vacation and went out to play with my classmates. I didn't expect to meet you here."
"Hello Fang Jing, my name is Yang Shurong, and I am Gong Yu's friend." The girl who said that Fang Jing's drumming sounded like someone attending a funeral had a look on her face and looked at him excitedly.
"Hello!!"
"Wow, damn girl, why haven't I heard you say that you know Fang Jing?" As Fang Jing turned around, Yang Shurong pinched Gong Yu.
"They all say that I once filmed The Metamorphosis, and I was at the same time as him, but you don't believe it! Everyone said that I was bragging!"
"We thought you were the poor one, but of course we don't believe it!!"
Seeing that Zhou Peng had almost memorized it, Fang Jing smiled at Gong Yu and said, "I'm busy right now. Do you have time? If you're not in a hurry, I'll treat you to dinner later."
"Yes, yes!" Before Gong Yu could say anything, Yang Shurong nodded like a chicken.
"Okay, then we'll wait for you here!" Gong Yu had no choice but to agree.
"I'll be very busy here for a while." Fang Jing rubbed his nose and said awkwardly: "I have to go to Xiangnan Satellite TV to rehearse in the afternoon. Your phone number hasn't been changed, right? I'll call you when I'm done."
"No change!"
In the past three years, Fang Jing had not called her more than five times. Gong Yu thought that his card had been changed long ago.
"That's it, let's get busy first!!"
Fang Jing led Zhou Peng into the recording studio, leaving the two of them where they were.
"I'll go! I'll go home and change my clothes first. Xiao Yuzi, don't eat alone!"
"Alas! You don't sing anymore?"
"What song to sing at this time is important for dating the male god." Looking at Gong Yu, Yang Shurong said seriously: "Sister-in-law, I will take the first step and call you later."
Gong Yu...
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"Do you know our boss?"
A leisurely voice sounded from behind. Behind Gong Yu was a girl in her twenties. Looking from top to bottom, she had beautiful features, a little baby fat, and a cute look.
She has a fair neck and a bulging chest, and she has grown a bit too much.
He is not short either, only 1.7 meters tall.
"Knowing my friend!!" He subconsciously looked at his chest, and in comparison, Gong Yu's tone became weaker.
How does that joke come about? When I was a child, I saw my chest bulging into a little bun, and I was so scared that I cried.
Later, when I grew up, I didn't change anymore. I was afraid of crying.
In short, there is one sentence: you should not feel inferior when you are young and have a lot of surroundings.
"Really? I didn't expect the boss to have a friend as young as you?" Wu Jiajia covered her mouth as soon as she finished speaking.
He glanced left and right to make sure Fang Jing couldn't hear and then stuck out his tongue, "I mean his friends are all old men... No, they are not as young as you anyway."
Gong Yu was surprised, "Doesn't he have many friends of the same age?"
"I'm so busy all day that I don't have time to make friends. The people I deal with are either business partners or people in the entertainment industry. Those people are older and either one or two."
The entertainment industry is a vanity fair, and there are very few true friends in this industry.
Although Fang Jing looks young, he is mature and sophisticated in his work. Naturally, he rarely gets to play with his peers.
When dealing with those old guys, it would be good if you don't pay attention to everything. How can you dare to talk over wine and compare feelings with each other?
"Can I go in and listen to his recording?" Gong Yu asked, pointing to the recording studio.
"You can come there, but you can't affect them, and you can't bring recording equipment or mobile phones!"
"Yeah!" Putting his phone at the front desk for safekeeping, Gong Yu followed Wu Jiajia in behind him.
"The left hand holds the earth, the right hand holds the sky."
"The palm prints cracked and lightning flashed from all directions."
"Convert time into years in a hurry"
"Stop!!" In the recording studio, Fang Jing frowned slightly, "It doesn't feel right here. The sound is hollow and dry, but it's not that weak and soft."
"Okay, I'll try again!" Zhou Peng nodded, coughed lightly, hummed a few times and then continued singing softly.
The person who knows a song best is not the original singer, but the composer and lyricist.
She could sing this song, but she didn't know the emotion Fang Jing wanted to express. With him explaining and teaching her, and finding the feeling again and again, her progress would undoubtedly be much faster.
Singing is not about showing off skills, it requires investment of emotion. No matter how good your voice is and how beautiful your voice is, singing without emotion will still not impress people. It will sound dry and will only make people feel like they are moaning without any reason.
"Holding a flower in the left hand, dancing with a sword in the right hand"
"Ten thousand years of snow has fallen between my eyebrows."
Fang Jing hummed softly and sang a few lines himself.
The name of this song is Left Hand Finger Moon, and the original singer is Zhou Peng, who is said to be the one who blocked the way for cover singers from the beginning.
In my previous life, I had heard many versions of Zhiyue Fangjing, but none of them could compare to the original song.
Not to mention amateur singers, not even professional singers can sing the high-pitched hum in the middle section. The pitch is too high and can break the throat. People who imitate it basically use musical instruments to synthesize it.
Even those who can sing high notes don't have such a clean and airy voice, and they can't sing with that flavor.
This time he took out the song and returned it to its original owner.
Outside the soundproof glass wall, Gong Yu stared blankly at Fang Jing's meticulous singing and serious expression.
"I didn't expect that he would grow to this point in just a few years!"
That's Zhou Peng. She used to be very popular with all things. She even attended the Spring Festival Gala a few years ago, and now Fang Jing actually teaches others to sing.
"How's it going? Isn't our boss handsome?" Wu Jiajia said proudly.
"He's handsome indeed, but his temper doesn't seem to have changed much?" Gong Yu covered her mouth and snickered after hearing a few curse words.
"That's the way he is. It's okay to say the same thing twice, but he gets impatient the third time."
…
In the afternoon, Fang Jing came out from singing practice and Gong Yu was gone. Zhou Peng's mouth was dry, his tongue was dripping with sweat, and his throat was almost gone.
There's nothing wrong with her singing skills, but Fang Jing said it's been hard to find her voice.
After taking the bill, the two went straight to Xiangnan Satellite TV, where they were still waiting for the rehearsal.
"Mr. Fang, please give me your advice in the future!" In the car, Zhou Peng took out a business card from his bag and handed it to Fang Jing with both hands.
"Dingding Music Club, Sa?" Looking at the name on the business card, Fang Jing opened his mouth wide as if he had seen a ghost, and turned around and said, "The name has been changed?"
"Well! Let bygones be bygones, I have to start over from tomorrow, and I didn't like the previous name either, it looked like a boy."
"It has been fifteen years since I debuted. When I was popular, I used ethnic characteristics, but I have never been satisfied with this name and I have long wanted to change it."