After dinner, Yang Jingxing sent He Peiyuan home directly. It didn't matter that the girl's Lavida was still parked in the International Garden. She just went home for dinner. Yang Jingxing would definitely not break his promise to pick up his girlfriend at nine o'clock at the latest. After all, it was just

Meet two people who have no friendship or even know each other.

He Peiyuan analyzed that Director Tang Shengtian just has a better resume than the directors of Hongxing who have not skipped many jobs. He is not necessarily a master. If it was gold, he should have shined long ago. His vision? Yang Jingxing was optimistic about you four years ago.

Do you have vision? There are so many people with vision, but you yourself have become blind, and you are still blind now.

Yang Jingxing mostly appreciated the other party's sincerity. In the past few years, he had paid more attention to himself. His greetings during the New Year and holidays were all well-aimed, so he should give him some face.

He Peiyuan's exposure is just a wide net. Who knows if Luo Yin'en has sung praises for other music producers, or whether he knows the basics and is reliable. Moreover, it is more valuable for Fu Feirong not to flatter him. His integrity can be equated with loyalty. By the way, where is He Peiyuan?

After a test, he confirmed: "You really don't want to invite Lao Qi's father? You might as well invite him."

"No, don't overthink the trivial details." Yang Jingxing said earnestly: "He is a senior. He can understand the difficulties of us young people and won't mind."

He Peiyuan hummed so hard that her head hit the roof of the car: "What's the difficulty? Who gave you a hard time?"

Yang Jingxing admitted: "I am a troublemaker."

He Peiyuan reminded: "I never said I couldn't allow you to invite him. You said it yourself."

Yang Jingxing answered: "So."

He Peiyuan smiled and frowned: "The main reason is that Lao Qi and I have a hard time talking to each other. Yu Qing is reasonable, but his dad always helps them, even though the bar is now ready. Do you think they are grateful?

Her dad?"

Yang Jingxing nodded: "Thank you."

He Peiyuan thought again: "But even if you ask me, can he give me face?"

Yang Jingxing shook his head: "I don't know."

He Peiyuan gently patted the palm of her left hand with the back of her right hand. She looked at the front of the car and was thinking deeply: "...If I were your friend, if I were Wang Rui, I would suggest you invite her. But I don't want to, her father is so amazing and his daughter!"

Yang Jingxing was amused: "Your dad just didn't say it out loud."

He Peiyuan kept her thoughts: "But I don't want others to say that my husband is stingy."

Yang Jingxing was still dissatisfied: "How can you be stingy? This is human nature."

When He Peiyuan glanced at the driver, she was still gentle, but she was soon irritated by the scoundrel's face: "You are so tall! You are so kind! Who is like you?"

Yang Jingxing would comfort himself: "What do I have to be ashamed of?"

He Peiyuan seemed to be trying her best to put on a persuasive tone: "If you are not a composer, even if you are a pianist, even if you are famous all over the world, there will be no one before or after you... I guarantee that you will not even dare to enter the door of the Chinese orchestra now."

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Yang Jingxing really didn’t believe it: “The composer is amazing?”

"Performers are born a little...superstitious about composers." He Peiyuan was obviously angry at this ignorance: "If it's a piano, then you are a colleague, huh!"

Yang Jingxing was so frightened that he broke into a cold sweat: "There is God's will in the world. Thank you Bodhisattva for your blessing."

He Peiyuan suggested again: "You'd better make a phone call. If he doesn't come, he will say he's not available."

Yang Jingxing was not happy: "I told them a long time ago to invite Sister Ran."

No, He Peiyuan clearly opposed it, mainly for several reasons. First of all, as the boss, Yang Jingxing invited Sister Ran but not Qidawei. Not only did it appear that he was not magnanimous, but it also embarrassed Fu Feirong and the others, which could easily create a bad team atmosphere. Furthermore,

As a senior, Qi Dawei helps and supports the younger generation, so he should be respected. Ruge and Huihuang still have a cooperative relationship. Although He Peiyuan suggested that Ruge go it alone in the future, every drop of kindness will be reciprocated. Third, He Peiyuan does not want Qi Qingnuo either.

She had the idea to blame the incident on herself, but there was no need to form this misunderstanding. She still regarded Lao Qi as a good friend.

There were four more, He Peiyuan said in the strongest tone: "That day she came all the way, Uncle He, so enthusiastic... She was the most generous to show it to so many people! I can do it too, I will try my best to do this

Passed the hurdle!"

Yang Jingxing was really confused: "Are you a friend or a rival? Give me an idea."

"To you!" He Peiyuan almost slapped her chest: "Apart from her parents, I may be the person in the world who hopes for her best, and everything should be as good as possible."

Yang Jingxing nodded: "I hope so too."

He Peiyuan's eyes widened and then softened, and she smiled: "A very good, very good boyfriend."

Yang Jingxing also laughed: "I passed this hurdle earlier."

He Peiyuan raised her fists high: "You still have obstacles?

Despite the quarrel, it was decided that Yang Jingxing would formally invite Qi Dawei after the 10,000 CDs were pressed and rolled off the production line at the factory. It would be within a month if it was later. He Peiyuan believed that this could be considered a work entertainment, and men should be more open-minded in doing things.

As for herself, the girl now wants to change her policy.

I don’t think too much about plans, I hope I can be more “frank and natural” with my good friends, and we can’t get along with each other with baggage all the time. Some words of scoundrels are not completely unreasonable. Things are already like this, and I have known people for such a long time.

There is no need to embarrass each other because of a crisis of trust. If you are simpler, the other person will be more at ease.

Yang Jingxing was very touched: "Yuanyuan has thought so carefully for us, so I will work harder."

He Peiyuan was modest: "I thought about it for a long time before making up my mind... I want to find time to talk to Lao Qi, but there is no suitable time."

Yang Jingxing was positive: "I will act as a middleman to help you make an appointment."

He Peiyuan really punched this time, and even warned that women's relationships are inherently fragile. If Yang Jingxing dares to do something sneaky, even if it is purely a work contact, there is a high chance that the girls will turn against each other. It's up to you.

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After sending his girlfriend off, Yang Jingxing didn't even go upstairs to say hello to his elders and continued to rush to the recording department. The original appointment with Luo Yin'en was at two o'clock on Sunday afternoon, but it was changed to three o'clock this morning. Now it is three o'clock and he will be late.

.Fortunately, Pang Xi was there. I heard that she was accompanying her throughout the entire journey today. I don’t know what kind of deep friendship they had established.

The one who was bored waiting was Huang Qianchi, who worked part-time at the front desk, but she could lock the door as soon as Director Yang came in. There were only three women and one man on this extravagant floor this afternoon.

As soon as the producer pushed the door of the lounge, the singer inside stood up and appeared. She was wearing a light cyan long skirt, which should be in a dignified style. The makeup on her face was very light. The skirt was off the shoulders but only exposed her collarbone. It was also lace long sleeves and silk tied at the waist.

Bringing flowers is more grand, and you will have to rush to the award ceremony later.

Yang Jingxing said directly: "Sorry for the delay, let's hurry up."

Luo Yin'en seemed a little uncomfortable with this rhythm: "Okay..."

Pang Xi told Yang Jingxing: "Miss Luo brought the violin today."

The piano case is on the sofa behind the singer. It seems that the habit of keeping it close to oneself has not been lost. There is a surprise of 402, so I have to hurry up and go to the greenhouse.

There was no air conditioning in the greenhouse before, but no one cared whether the singer would be cold. Yang Jingxing couldn't wait and said, "Please."

Luo Yin'en nodded and started to prepare. When he opened the old piano case, he saw that it was a good piano. The rosin wipes also showed traces of use. Putting the piano on his back, the singer took two steps to the piano. He had a serious musical temperament: "One song

Debussy Moonlight, please give Teacher Yang more guidance."

Yang Jingxing was not too polite and slapped him three times. Pang Xi and Huang Qianchi were more generous.

Although no cooperation intention has been reached, the singer still took the early contacts seriously and took a long time to think about it. However, for this famous song that is three to four minutes long and does not have very high technical requirements, Luo Yin'en's performance can only be said to be reluctant.

There is still a big gap between undergraduate level and undergraduate level.

If you are a professional, you will be able to tell that Luo Yin'en has childlike skills and is quite familiar with the music. It can be said that she is still good at playing based on her own understanding of the music. In fact, this kind of performance is also good in the pop music world.

, as long as they don’t brag, professional players won’t be too mean to amateurs who can perform like this.

But Yang Jingxing was so petty. After listening to it, he only clapped his hands twice and said, "Okay, let's use this piece of music as a starting point and move a chair." He also opened the piano keyboard cover.

Luo Yin'en turned around and nodded to thank those who helped.

However, Yang Jingxing started before Pang Xi's chair was delivered: "Let's take a look at the comparison of the first few descendants of the song and the two phrases." It was better to confirm the feasibility with his eyes.

Luo Yin'en nodded and said no problem.

"Sit down." Yang Jingxing was polite and said, "First of all, in the first eight bars, this is how you feel... You have lost your sense of paragraphing, right?"

Luo Yin'en nodded for a moment, because the producer didn't seem to need her confirmation and didn't pause at all.

"In this way, this kind of small passage is generally called the feeling of breathing." Yang Jingxing said louder as he played: "It can be softer and the moonlight is hazier... right?"

Luo Yin'en looked at the keyboard and the producer, and nodded vaguely.

Yang Jingxing was too lazy to ask the singer to sit down: "Let's compare bars 1 and 2 with bars 90. The melody looks the same, but the teacher will tell us that we can't make it the same. Generally speaking, the moonlight is clearer. You just did a good job consciously.

We can also change the perspective and use what logic to decide whether to choose this change. This needs to be linked to the context. Let's look at sections 11 to 14..."

The volume of the grand piano was considerable, but Luo Yin'en still listened attentively. However, Pang Xi probably regretted sitting down to listen to these pretense of profoundness, and Huang Qianchi may not be very interested but couldn't show it.

Yang Jingxing followed the script and seemed to be in a hurry to complete the task: "So this change is more determined by aesthetic logic. Musical lines are real and concrete. Don't always think about music serving feelings. Let's look back at the previous sentence..."

Luo Yin'en interrupted hastily: "Can I try it first?"

There will be dinner later, Yang Jingxing shook his head: "No need. Think about it, which song of his can be associated with these two phrases, just among the twenty." The producer originally wanted to choose ten, but

The singer had to choose from more than 60 songs he had released, but only 20 songs were left to be decided by the producer. Musicians have deep feelings for their own works and it is difficult to choose.

Luo Yin'en blinked and looked up.

Yang Jingxing only gave him five seconds. There was no point in talking and he started playing the melody.

Luo Yin'en understood it as soon as he heard it, and was so angry that he slapped his forehead and took a deep breath.

Yang Jingxing also gave him a chance: "Looking at the comparison, are there any new ideas?"

Luo Yin'en thought again.

It seemed that this time it had not been five seconds before Yang Jingxing took action again: "... When you sing, you are greatly affected by the arrangement and lyrics. The song is a whole, but the way to form the whole is not all based on intuition or can only be based on intuition.
To be continued...