For Tangtang, the most wonderful music in the world is the squeaking sound of the mother rat, and human music is more of a lullaby.

In the top audio playback equipment, even the smallest sound waves were presented. Yun Luo heard a gentle breathing sound from the Guzheng version of my heart, and even heard the sound of her heart beating. It was obviously Zhen Mi, Yan Chenyu's immediate boss, and the only daughter of the Minister and Chairman of the Human Resources Department of Zhen Group.

Yun Luo listened to it seven times repeatedly, remembering the changes of each note in his heart, and then walked into the recording studio with huge war drums. Bai Qinghua sat in front of the monitoring station in the recording studio to assist Yun Luo in doing some work, and Yan Chenyu sat with Tangtang in her arms and watched the show.

Zhen Mi's task to Yan Chenyu was to bring back the song "I'm Deathful" recorded by Yunluo. The eldest lady wanted to listen to it, so before Yan Chenyu settled the matter, she didn't have to go to the Zhen headquarters in Sihai City to check in to work. It was also the first official order issued by Zhen Mi after Yan Chenyu was promoted to senior secretary, and Yan Chenyu didn't want to fail.

Yun Luo rubbed his hands, slapped the war drum with his left hand, making a low sound, and then slapped his right hand. Then he saw Yun Luo slapped the war drum as if he was playing, making different drum sounds.

Yan Chenyu was just watching the fun and couldn't understand what Yun Luo was doing, but Bai Qinghua was a professional. He immediately heard that Yun Luo was testing the pitch and the bass of this war drum. Moreover, as Yun Luo beat the drum more often, the pitch of Yun Luo beat the drum even more clearly and clearly distinguished.

I am still in a state of mind for this battle song. If I want to present the unique flavor of the end of the world, I must use my palm to beat the drum.

Yunluo made a gesture, Bai Qing nodded, turned on the recording device, and compared the gesture to Yunluo. Yan Chenyu touched Tangtang's inverted triangle ears, and a pair of wonderful eyes also turned over, watching how Yunluo acted. In the past few years, Yan Chenyu had never discovered that Yunluo had a talent for music.

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The bang sounded, causing a shocking sound, spreading from the war drum, and the entire recording studio seemed to be shaking. Yun Luo ignored everything else. He stood beside the war drum, his hands were like drumsticks, constantly slapped the thick drum face, making a terrifying and strong drum sound, which made people feel enchanted at the beginning, and his mind was filled with war drums roaring like thunder.

Bai Qinghua wore a monitor headphones and could accurately listen to the sound of war drums in the recording studio. She lost her mind at the first time and even lost her ability to think. The only thing that exists from body to mind is that the sound of war drums is so majestic that it can almost break the sky!

The most shocking thing is always the live original sound. Yun Luo conveys his feelings and thoughts about the doomsday world through the sound of war drums. It is not just ordinary music, but emotional accounts with a unique soul. It touches the human soul, and no one will have no feeling at all.

The sound of war drums went from majestic and passionate blood, and it was the tide of countless zombies. Then the drum sounded, and became tragic, gloomy, roaring, desperate, wailing, and cold. The last ray of starlight in the darkness dimmed, and that was the final decisive battle. Whether life or death was in the death battle when dawn came. All living people were waiting quietly, waiting for the arrival of death.

Bai Qinghua felt that she had really walked into a desolate and cold world. The sky was gloomy, filled with radiant clouds, the earth was full of wailing, countless lives died in despair, the survival base hidden deep underground, countless humans who wanted to survive, those zombies with the simplest killing and appetite in their minds, this is the real end of the world.

The whole song is full of my heart. It takes seven minutes from beginning to end. It is full of death struggles, gray haze and no light.

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Yan Chenyu did not hear the sound of drums. The sound insulation in the recording studio was very good. He just looked at Bai Qinghua with a blank look. Yun Luo kept slapping the huge war drum with his hands. The terrifying sound waves caused a slight vibration on the ground.

Yun Luo suddenly stopped at the coldest, darkest and most silent moment of drums. At the last moment of the last battle, was it the tide of zombies that shattered the final defense of the underground base and killed all living people, or the human warriors who repelled the zombies' last attack? There was no answer. In the most brilliant fireworks, everything returned to silence.

With his head slightly lowered, Yunluo didn't want Yan Chenyu to see the coldness and madness in his eyes. He smiled slightly, and there was a gentlemanly wind. Yunluo walked out of the recording studio and woke up Bai Qinghua who had not yet come back to his senses from the war of the end of the world. Yunluo took the monitor headphones and put them on, pressed the repeat play button, and spent more than seven minutes listening to the war drum tune he played.

Not bad, there is no wrong sound, and the other Yunluo doesn't want to worry about it. So what about the music with some flaws? That is the most real battle between life and death between the end of the world and the zombies, the coldest and dark silence, the dead light of hope.

Yunluo copied a copy of the drum sound and put it into the USB flash drive. He used the recording studio's top song production software to mix the sound. Yunluo suddenly felt that there was no need to remove the noise. It was just how to use the sound of the Guzheng to match the sound of the drum sound. Yunluo needed to consider. He also had a draft before coming.

My heart was played by two different instruments for seven minutes. Yunluo opened two audio files at the same time and listened carefully to the same and differences between the two from the beginning. Bai Qinghua looked at the worship of the great god, and came to Yunluo, thinking about what he wanted to say but not dared to disturb Yunluo. This was the first time that Yan Chenyu heard the tune of my heart. She had never touched the zheng sound file given by Zhen Mi.

"It's not easy to deal with. It seems a bit strange to insert the zither sound. This style is wrong." Yun Luo listened to it three times, but still couldn't decide which sections to insert the zither sound from. But since he agreed to use the zither sound of the goddess playing the zither, Yun Luo had to bite his teeth.

Regarding music production, Yun Luoshi is a rookie. Although Bai Qinghua is not a songwriting talent, she is also a senior recording engineer in the industry for more than ten years. When she heard Yun Luo talking to herself, Bai Qinghua mentioned her idea: "You can use the second background music and use the Guzheng sound as the background music for the war drum sound. After the second weakening, the Guzheng sound will not affect the style of the song."

Yun Luo thought, that's right. Zhen Mi is a daughter of a daughter. How could she realize the negative emotions of the dark struggle and despair of humans in the end of the world? Then she regards the sound of the zither as the ray of light in the darkness, which is vague and ethereal and natural sound, as if it does not exist, giving people a feeling that they see hope but will never catch hope.

"Your idea is good, thank you." Yun Luo thanked Bai Qinghua, then lowered his head and continued to mix the two songs. The first three beats of the zither sound were not needed. In the first sound of the war drum, there was no other noise. Moreover, Yun Luo deliberately slowed the rhythm of the zither sound by half a beat faster than the sound of the war drum.

This change means that after the last dark and despair of the war drums, a guzheng sound like a heavenly sound will bloom alone, just like the arrival of dawn. Hope the flowers bloom, sweep away the darkness and bring the light behind the darkness.

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It took Yunluo ten minutes to get the mixing arrangement. Yunluo then listened to the recorded background music twice and felt quite satisfied. Bai Qinghua also praised her as the studio where she likes to make friends with capable songwriters, which can expand the reputation of the studio and get more profits.

Tianlai Recording Studio actually has another way of wealth, which is to help those musicians who produce good songs connect with music companies. The benefits are naturally in the recording studio. Bai Qinghua didn't put her ideas on Yun Luo's head, so she knew who was standing behind Yan Chenyu.

"Manager Bai, prepare to record." Yun Luo smiled slightly at Yan Chenyu, then ordered Bai Qing to draw and enter the recording studio by himself.

Seeing that it was finally about to record a song, Yan Chenyu stood up and came to the glass wall with Tangtang in his arms. His beautiful eyes quietly stared at Yun Luo, who was slightly closed and recalling the song of my heartless tune.

Yun Luo put on the headphones that played the background music, gestured to Bai Qinghua, and stood still. Bai Qinghua put on the headphones and clicked on the audio to play. Yun Luo sang in the recording studio with the first heart-wrenching sound of the war drum.

He has lived in the doomsday world for 237 years, and his songs contain the most sincere emotions. Although the doomsday is so bad, it is his hometown, and there is an emotion that cannot be erased.

Bai Qinghua was distracted by Yun Luo again, and was full of intoxication in the clear, clean and melancholy singing. Seven minutes passed in a blink of an eye. Bai Qinghua had not yet been able to get out of the singing. This was the powerful charm of the scene. It was Yun Luo who came out of the recording studio, pressed the recording end button himself, and then replayed it, listening with the monitor headphones.

To be honest, there are a few sings that Yunluo sang out of tune, but Yunluo didn't mean to sing again. Perfection may not be the most aura. Yunluo has already sang true memories of the end of the world. If you do it again, no matter how superb your skills are, it is difficult to have that kind of sentiment again.

Bai Qinghua's pretty face blushed when she woke up, and she felt that she was really incompetent, and she was fascinated twice.

Yun Luo didn't care about Bai Qing's idea of ​​painting. He combined the singing and background music into one. After listening again, he opened up the large audio fluctuations, listened repeatedly every second to remove some unstoppable noises and pops. In this way, Yun Luo's first song was released freshly. Yun Luo was just here to play and didn't like to be more careful and meticulous like a professional singer.

After copying an audio to the USB flash drive, Yunluo deleted all the records on the recording studio computer, said goodbye to Bai Qinghua, and left Yan Chenyu Tangtang.

Yunluo drove a pink BMW and Yan Chenyu to a restaurant in the Higher Education Park for a meal. Alas, it was Yan Chenyu who paid for it. Cough, Yan Chenyu also gave Yunluo five hundred yuan pocket money... Yan Chenyu didn't want Yunluo to always eat instant noodles, and he also knew that An Chuyu was very good at managing money. Yunluo felt guilty and dared not ask for money with his girlfriend.

Anyway, the relationship between An Chuhui, Yunluo and Yan Chenyu was so complicated that Yunluo was so troublesome that he remembered it.
Chapter completed!