The weather in October was slightly cool, and pedestrians on the road gradually began to say goodbye to their single clothes. Fang Jing was sweating profusely after eating a meal of Sichuan food.
Zhao Lei and Yu Meng finished eating first, asked for a glass of water, and leaned comfortably on the chairs with a toothpick in their mouths.
"Fang Jing, are you going to record a song? He Kangsheng said you can use your own background music."
"Any time."
Yu Meng's eyes lit up, "It's better to choose a different day than to hit it. Let's just go later."
Her song was given to her by Fang Jing, and she didn't know how to arrange it to achieve what effect. It would be best if she could arrange it with Fang Jing.
He took out his cell phone from his trouser pocket and saw that it was only around ten o'clock. Fang nodded and said, "Okay, I'll leave after I finish eating. Just call Shen Hao."
It would be too unconscionable to take someone 100,000 yuan and not even have an arranger.
After receiving the call, Shen Hao hurriedly came over. An hour later, the four of them arrived at a recording studio in Shanghai.
"Boss, how much do you charge for recording songs?" Fang Jing asked an uncle in his forties or fifties at the front desk.
"It's 400 an hour just for recording, and the post-production price is extra, so it's 3000 for the whole package."
"Okay! If the four of us start recording now, when will it be completed?"
"At least three days."
"That won't work!" Shen Hao quit. The day lilies have been cold for three days. "I'll add more money. One thousand per song. Can it be done tomorrow?"
"No problem, you can pick it up tomorrow afternoon."
The rich man is the boss. If the customer is willing to pay more, just work overtime. The boss will make the decision happily.
"Which of you will record first?"
"Old Zhao and I will memorize the lyrics first, and Shen Hao and Yu Meng will memorize the lyrics first." Fang Jing immediately arranged the order.
"Give me the lyrics and music, please come in."
Fang Jing took off his coat, walked to the radio room, yawned, moved his tongue, squatted a few times, and made an OK sign.
"Your friend is quite professional!" Outside the glass wall, the boss smiled.
"Where is the professionalism?" Yu Meng was confused, "Is he trying to relieve tension?"
"No, this friend of yours either plays music or has recorded songs before. I have been in this business for more than ten years, so I can't be mistaken."
"How do you say that?" Zhao Lei became interested. He also knew a little about Fang Jing's life experience. He was so poor that he participated in Metamorphosis. There was no way he could have recorded a song?
"He took off his coat before entering the radio studio to prevent the noise from rubbing against his clothes, and yawned to move his mouth.
The purpose of squatting is to test whether there will be any friction sound between the body and the pants. Just watch, his mouth will keep opening and closing after he starts singing."
On the green grass leaves under the old tree at the head of the village
The dew has not dried
The ferry boat sings songs in the morning mist
Push through the creek
I lay on the roof with my arms as pillow
thought about it all night
Who in the hall of Waxia Hall talks about Chang'an on paper?
…
"It's true! Isn't Fang Jing hiding it too deeply?" Yu Meng turned to look at Zhao Lei, "Are you men hiding it so deeply?"
"Ahem! Don't talk nonsense. I'm open and honest. I've never hidden anything. Now that I'm in Fangjing, I've hidden it deeply at a young age. I should take good care of it."
The song Fang Jing sings is called Missing Chang'an. It is an ancient song that tells the story of a dream-chasing boy who has fantasized about the outside world since he was a child.
Until one day I embarked on a journey to Chang'an in the story. On the way, I saw scholars from Jiangnan sleeping on the banks of willows and women from Luoyang painting buildings and displaying peonies.
Many years later, after traveling thousands of miles, I finally arrived in Chang'an, where there are many pavilions, vast palaces, and three hundred poems, full of joy and sorrow.
But this is not what he wants. Chang'an in his heart is not like this.
Suddenly there was a heavy rain, and the panicked crowd lost the direction in which they came.
He was confused, what was his hometown like after so many years? He only remembered that when he turned around and left, the sound of water wet the river bank, but the village remained the same.
Thousands of miles away, he looked back sadly in a certain direction.
…
Instead of singing folk songs, Fang Jing specially chose an ancient song. This song suited his mood very well. The young man in the story was not him. The difference was that he had no regrets when he came to the place of his dreams.
"Fang Jing, have you ever recorded a song before?"
"No!"
"The boss said..."
"You're talking about this? There are some tips on the Internet, just pay attention to them and you'll know."
In a few words, Fang Jing put all the problems to Du Niang, who said that everything is available online, such as Macau Royal...ahem...and online cards, most people will lose all their money after just a few games.
"Old Zhao, go in! We are waiting for you."
Zhao Lei followed Fang Jing's example and took off his denim jacket and carefully placed it on the chair.
Yu Meng couldn't bear to look at it. She swore that this was the most ragged denim jacket she had ever seen. The waves in the subway were not as good as his.
If Shen Hao hadn't said that he had paid all today's money, I'm afraid Zhao Lei would have been able to sing a cappella to the finals.
When music was mentioned, Zhao Lei seemed to be a different person. In the recording room, I could see him getting emotional and nodding slightly.
"In a village in the north, there lives..."
"stop!"
As soon as Zhao Lei opened his mouth, he was interrupted. The staff in the control room shook his head and said, "Keep your mouth and nose away from the microphone, so that the sound of your breathing can get in."
"Stop! Don't tap your feet, the footsteps are recorded."
"Stop! Don't close your mouth, there is salivating."
…
After stopping four or five times in a row, Zhao Lei, who was recording a song for the first time, almost lost his temper. Yu Meng outside was even more frightened.
Even Zhao Lei, who is such an amazing singer, has done so many songs. Doesn’t it mean he has to record until dark when it’s his time?
Fang Jing gently patted her shoulder to comfort her, "Very few people can record well in one go, even professional singers are no exception, let alone recording for the first time.
You just saw it, even I did it three times, otherwise why do you think people charge by the hour? Anyway, you have paid the money, so just work hard and try it a few more times."
Half an hour passed and Zhao Lei still hadn't finished recording, so he simply stopped and rested for a few minutes to adjust. This time he finally finished it in one go.
Fang Jing chatted with his boss and put forward post-production requirements, striving to achieve the original look.
It was already dark when the few people came out. Shen Hao was embarrassed and treated them to crayfish to compensate.
Fang Jing originally thought that Yu Meng was slow enough, but he didn't expect that Shen Hao was even slower. Over and over again, he almost fell asleep on the chair.
Fortunately, there were crayfish for dinner! How could a man eat without wine? Shen Hao bought a dozen bottles of beer, and the three men shared a few bottles equally.
After so many years of rebirth, Fang Jing had never drank before. He suddenly felt itchy and drank two bottles, but he didn't feel anything at all.
If he hadn't looked at Zhao Lei who was blushing, he would have thought it was water.
I drank half the bottle in one go, but still didn't feel anything at all. When I drank the fifth bottle, I finally felt it, and I felt the need to urinate.
When he returned from a trip to the toilet, Zhao Lei was already sixty-seven percent drunk. Yu Meng was giving him water to relieve his hangover, while Shen Hao was already unconscious.
"Isn't this going to work? I haven't exerted my strength yet?"
Yu Meng rolled her eyes at him. Just now, this guy said that he couldn't drink enough and drank three glasses. After drinking for so long, nothing happened to him.
On the contrary, Shen Hao, who was drinking with him, almost vomited and his head was still stuck in the plate.
"It's getting late. Let's go back to our homes and meet again another day."
"Wait!" Seeing Fang Jing about to leave, Yu Meng called him down, pointed at Shen Hao and said, "You got me drunk, you are responsible for getting him back."
"Isn't there still Lao Zhao? Besides, I don't know where he lives?"
Zhao Lei: "Come! Let's keep drinking. I feel like I'm not drunk and I can still drink a few bottles."
Yu Meng:......
Fang Jing was helpless, "Okay! I'll be responsible for this, and you'll be responsible for that. Just find a hotel and throw it in. They'll wake up on their own tomorrow."