Zhang Qing left with two bodyguards.

The living room was trapped in some wonderful atmosphere.

Xie Huangbao, Fan Tren, and Zhang Xu were also immersed in the artistic conception of "Blue and White Porcelain" and the shock brought by the Xia Guofeng.

Fang Jin stood in front of the three of them, a little at a loss.

It's a bit embarrassing, I'm damn...

In order to break this silent silence, Fang Jin squeezed out a smile: "That old man is quite interesting hahaha..."

Xie Huangbao, Fan Tren and Zhang Xu looked at Fang Jin in a complicated manner.

Fang Jin: "...you, why are you looking at me like this? I just brag about the old man. Xia Guofeng and other things are all talk nonsense. You won't really believe it, right?"

Several people withdrew their gazes and had their own thoughts.

Zhang Xu was frightened by Fang Jin's target. He could never have imagined that this shy boy who had slept with him so many times had such earth-shaking ambitions.

Open up a new school and revitalize the traditional culture of the Xia Kingdom... can this be said from Fang Jin?

The key is that Fang Jin really has the ability to do this, and a song "Blue and White Porcelain" is enough to explain everything!

Van Tren has completely fallen into the Xia Guo style described by Fang Jin. This wonderful combination of novelty and retro is extremely attractive to him.

Paired with the song "Blue and White Porcelain", Van Tren seems to have really seen a new and open new road!

Xie Huangbao was thinking about how to get along with Fang Jin in the future, and how should he call Fang Jin?

Isn't it a bit too rash to call "Ajin"? Or should I call Master Fang...

After few people didn't speak, Fang Jin felt even more embarrassed. His toes were buckled in his shoes, and he had already buckled them out of three bedrooms and one living room.

Please, no matter who it is, talk quickly!

Let this topic go over. Do you still think Master Fang’s death is not thorough enough?

By the way! Zhang Xu!

Zhang Xu, tell a joke! Save your Brother Fang!

The three of them turned their heads at the same time and remained silent.

Fang Jin opened his mouth, not knowing what to say.

Seeing this scene, Fang Jin couldn't help but recall a very small thing that happened when he was a child:

It was a class for teachers and students to interact.

In class, the teacher wrote on the blackboard: What is your dream?

Fang Jin, a young man who was bold and jumping, was the first to raise his hand. He walked onto the podium excitedly and said passionately: My dream is to become a big star! Let everyone listen to my songs!

After saying that, Fang Jin was very embarrassed. He felt that his classmates should laugh at him. He was ready to laugh with his classmates.

But the whole class was quiet and no one paid attention to him.

Fang Jin sat back on his seat with anxiety. His eyes passed through piles of books and looked at the expressionless teacher standing on the podium.

The teacher nodded to him indifferently, and then asked other students: What about other students’ dreams?

Other students, wearing masks of laughter and yelled: Our dream is to get into a good university!

The teacher smiled and said: Then students should work hard!

good--

In a mask of laughter, the boy Fang Jin blushed and lay on the desk full of lyrics, his toes awkwardly pressed the soles of his shoes.

Sure enough, it is better to hide dreams or something in your heart...

Suddenly, Fan Tren spoke out and broke the silence: "Well, Fang Dasi, you heard what Zhang Laosi said just now? I plan to write a song about Xia Guofeng with blue and white porcelain as a template. Do you have any good opinions?"

"Ah?" Fang Jin, who came to his senses, was stunned and said quickly: "Oh, your opinion, right? I have no opinion! Just look at it."

Van Tren: "…"

What do you mean that you have no objection?

Have you listened to me?

Xie Huangbao realized that Fang Jin didn't want to talk about Xia Guofeng anymore, so he spoke out: "Well, Master Fang, you just sang this song "Blue and White Porcelain" and I think it can be included in our album. What do you think?"

Upon hearing this, Fang Jin nodded: "Okay, just look at it. I don't know much about this kind of thing..."

Fang Jin breathed a sigh of relief in his heart.

Huh, I finally skipped this topic, I hope I won’t leave any bad impressions in your hearts.

Xie Huangbao said seriously: "Master Fang has said that, so let's start working now! If you don't say it, make the complete version, and record the sample first."

Fang Jin was surprised: "Now? Why are you so anxious?"

Fan Tren, who was standing beside him, said, "I think it's better to record the sample first, because I'll have to shoot the MV of the song later. Since I'm free now, Baoguo's family has a recording studio, and Fang Dasi's mind has a general direction, so why not try it?"

After saying this, Fang Jin did not refuse: "Okay, I will talk about the traditional musical instruments I need first. Please prepare."

Although Xie Huangbao's family has a complete range of instruments, they are all instruments related to rock and roll, and there is not a single traditional instrument.

Speaking of traditional musical instruments, Zhang Xu was excited: "Brother Fang, I am familiar with this aspect! I grew up playing suona, and I have blown away several old men."

Fang Jin's eyes lit up: "Okay, Lao Zhang! Can't you tell that you still have this side job?"

"Low down and low-key!" Zhang Xu smiled arrogantly: "Brother Fang, whenever you need it, let me tell me, I will let you live for free!"

Fang Jin twitched: "There is no need, just be like you have this heart..."

Zhang Xu was very heroic: "Why are you polite? If you need it, say it boldly! I will make arrangements for you immediately!"

Fang Jin: "..."

Don't you think you're too enthusiastic?

I don't need it, do I still have to kill it now?

At this time, Van Tren also spoke: "I know many friends who play classical instruments. Master Fang, please tell me what kind of instrument you need. I will call you with people and musical instruments."

Fang Jin nodded: "Okay."

Then, Fang Jin said the musical instruments needed for "Blue and White Porcelain", and after Van Tren wrote them down, he went to prepare.

Xie Huangbao called the tuner and recording engineer who had drunk last time.

It was 12 noon and everyone was here.

A small group of people were crowded in the living room of Xie Huangbao's house. Various musical instruments were placed in the corridor: guzheng, pipa, erhu, flute, bangzi...

It was time to have dinner, everyone rushed into the kitchen of the Crab Fort King, swept the eggs, milk, bread, beef and other food stored in the Crab Fort, and began to chat and play with their stomachs.

After almost all of the digestion was completed, everyone entered the recording studio one by one and prepared to work.

With the help of two major instrumental geniuses Zhang Xu and Van Tren, the scores of each instrument were quickly written.

After getting familiar with their respective musical scores, the musicians began to hone their cooperation, find the rhythm of the melody, and adjust the timing of the points.

The afternoon passed quietly.

As the evening approached, everyone was in high spirits after a busy afternoon. Not only was there no fatigue, but it was full of energy.

This is a brand new music they have never seen before. It has beautiful tunes and novel creativity. It actually uses traditional instruments to show the modernity of pop music, which is amazing.

Not to mention practicing for an afternoon, it is acceptable to practice for a whole day.

Seeing that everyone was almost ready, Vanteron walked to Fang Jin and said, "Start Fang Dasi."

Fang Jin nodded solemnly, walked to the dark gold microphone in the middle of the recording studio, took the ear handed over by Zhang Xu and put it on his ear.

For a moment, the whole world became quiet.

The musicians finally checked their instruments and then looked at Fang Jin.

Fang Jin rubbed the sweat from his fingers and swallowed a mouthful of saliva.

Although there were not many people present, they were still a little nervous.

However, Fang Jin has made too much progress compared to Fang Jin who fainted when he heard the performance.

The recorder presses to start recording.

Zhang Xu looked around and found that there was no problem, so he raised the walkie-talkie and put it to his mouth, and whispered: "It's OK, Brother Fang."

Fang Jin nodded and opened his eyes, his eyes full of determination and yearning.

Blue and white porcelain, summer style.

Come on! I want to blow this wind all over the world!

And this is just the beginning!


Chapter completed!