Qi Qingnuo still wanted to use her original guitar to accompany her, but there was no one in the house, and the synthesizer was not very professional, so Yang Jingxing got up and borrowed it. Behind him, the whispers of "Zhu Bajie is carrying his wife" and Yu Xinting sounded again.

Yang Jingxing pressed the doorbell of the listening room, and the person who answered was Chang Yiming's apprentice Zhong Wenwen. Zhong Wenwen changed his look, with smooth hair on both sides, avant-garde green-rimmed glasses and a nostalgic cultural shirt. From ordinary to inconspicuous

The young office workers have transformed into fashionable and cultural young people.

Yang Jingxing said, "Excuse me, I'm looking for Teacher Zhong Yingwen."

Zhong Yingwen smiled dejectedly: "Stop hitting me, Teacher 402!"

Chang Yiming, who was working on the audio track, put down his headphones and called out: "Four Zero Two, here to introduce you."

In addition to Chang Yiming, there are two male musicians and a female author. Let’s get to know each other briefly. The musicians are all under thirty years old. One is holding a ten-hole harmonica and the other is holding a saxophone. They all shake hands with Yang Jingxing.

Say hello.

As for the songwriter, Chang Yiming finally introduced: "Teacher Wu Yuan, no need to say more, right?"

Yang Jingxing shook hands with a flattering smile: "Hello, I've actually known you a long time ago, but I couldn't believe it when I saw it with my own eyes, so I just wanted to confirm."

Wu Yuan hehehe: "Don't be so polite, 402." Wu Yuan is in her thirties and looks a little older than Li Xin. Wu Yuan's appearance and figure are not as feminine as Li Xin's, and she looks ordinary without makeup.

Short hair and ordinary black-rimmed glasses.

However, in terms of status in the pop music circle, Wu Yuan is much higher than Li Xin. After all, she has produced many excellent works in the past ten years, many of which she wrote and composed herself.

Yang Jingxing added, "I'm sorry to bother you, but I'm going to borrow a guitar from Teacher Chang."

Wu Yuan was also more enthusiastic: "Don't interrupt, we are taking a rest, please sit down."

Yang Jingxing shook his head: "If you don't want to sit down anymore, I can borrow a guitar and leave."

Chang Yiming looked at Yang Jingxing for confirmation and said generously: "Choose for yourself."

Yang Jingxing went into the recording room and picked out a folk guitar as quickly as possible. When he came out, he backed out and went out: "You are busy, Teacher Wu."

Wu Yuan nodded.

Yang Jingxing returned to the studio, Qi Qingnuo was playing the melody of "I Want to Know", and Yu Xinting put down the potted plant and sat back down.

Yang Jingxing also showed off: "Wu Yuan is over there."

Qi Qingnuo was a little surprised: "Her! Do you know her?"

Yang Jingxing nodded: "We just met."

Yu Xinting confirmed: "Wu Yuan, who? The one with "No Regrets"!?" That was Wu Yuan's most famous work five years ago. The song was written after a vigorous scandal that gained the sympathy of countless women.

It has been sung in many surrounding languages. As for the male singer who abandoned Wu Yuan, his career has not improved since then. In this era, if there is no progress, of course it means regression.

Wu Yuan herself has never been a singer on stage. Yu Xinting knows this name probably because of the scandal that almost caused death.

Yu Xinting also recalled: "When I was in high school...when I was in junior high school, many classmates liked Li Tang...did you know?"

Yang Jingxing smiled: "The others are next door, don't talk about it."

Yu Xinting seemed unable to hold it in, so she just whispered a little: "The magazine said that Wu Yuan wrote that song just to excuse Li Tang, so as to prevent others from scolding him. Many people cried when they heard it!"

Qi Qingnuo gloated: "The scolding turned out to be even harsher."

Yu Xinting frowned for a while and then became anxious: "What's that woman's name? Let me think! I can think of it... suicide, suicide with sleeping pills... I thought of it right away."

Yang Jingxing was also anxious: "Yeah, what's it called? Let me think about it... let's see who thinks of it first."

Qi Qingnuo was not humble at all: "Lin Minhan."

Yu Xinting was not angry but was pleasantly surprised: "She said she faked suicide! Our classmates agreed not to watch the movie she acted in, and some people stabbed her..." She looked scared.

Qi Qingnuo laughed: "So exaggerated? Nian Qing analyzed it because most women were jealous of her beauty. I thought it made sense at the time. Nian Qing was simply an idol."

Yu Xinting didn't seem to think about it so deeply and started to taste it.

Yang Jingxing said: "You have no right to say she is beautiful. Outsiders have no right to comment on emotional matters or record songs."

Yu Xinting doesn't waste her wisdom: "If she was so ugly, maybe she wouldn't..."

Qi Qingnuo said: "Then she has no chance."

Yu Xinting hehe: "Yes."

Yang Jingxing couldn't help it anymore: "How do you know? If you don't look good, no one will appreciate it. Beautiful women are not allowed to say that."

Yu Xinting didn't take it seriously: "I'm not that beautiful."

Yang Jingxing said: "Then just tell those who think you are not that beautiful that you are not qualified to be here."

Yu Xinting felt aggrieved: "Beauty has no qualifications..."

Qi Qingnuo laughed.

Yu Xinting regretted so much: "I said it for you."

Qi Qingnuo hugged the guitar and said very immodestly: "I won't say anything anymore."

Yu Xinting explained to Yang Jingxing unreasonably: "Regardless of whether they are pretty or not, girls like to gossip... Tiantian, He Peiyuan and the others talk about the same thing behind your back, and they can't finish talking for a long time!"

Yang Jingxing comforted him: "We'll talk about it later. Finish recording early and go shopping."

Yu Xinting nodded as she felt it made sense.

Qi Qingnuo tried the strings and reminded Yu Xinting with a smile: "He is a victim of gossip."

Yu Xinting was surprised, then comforted Yang Jingxing: "Those things don't count, and they haven't been spread outside, and they didn't say anything particularly excessive."

Yang Jingxing said: "I am the beneficiary, and you are the victims."

Yu Xinting was at a loss: "I didn't...you didn't say anything about me."

Yang Jingxing asked: "Did you say that it was only because of Professor Li that you had the opportunity to come to power? Did you say that 306 is not qualified to join the Chinese orchestra?"

Yu Xinting looked at it cheerfully: "That's a small number of people, and it's not a matter of emotion."

Qi Qingnuo simply admired you: "I want to learn from you."

Yu Xinting became even more serious: "It had no effect on me in the first place. I have understood it a long time ago."

Yang Jingxing and Qi Qingnuo both laughed.

Yu Xinting had no choice but to say: "You taught me this! It's past three o'clock, hurry up!"

Qi Qingnuo is very professional and does not need to separate tracks for recording, he just plays and sings by himself. Yang Jingxing looked at the computer screen, and Yu Xinting also kept quiet, even breathing carefully.

After recording, listen to it again. The effect is at least several levels higher than that of voice recorders and DVDs.

Yu Xinting applauded, Yang Jingxing followed suit, and Qi Qingnuo no longer wanted to strive for excellence.

It was Yu Xinting's turn, and she seemed to have made up her mind: "Can I just play?"

Here is a double row of keys, a synthesizer with more than 50 keys, and a workstation with more than 60 keys for arranging and synthesizing. It doesn’t even have an electric piano, so how can you play? I’m really sorry for a piano undergraduate.

And Qi Qingnuo didn’t agree: “If you want to sing, you can sing.”

Yang Jingxing also encouraged: "Sing one song and record the piano again if you have the chance."

Yu Xinting made a pleading expression, tilted her neck, frowned slightly, pursed her mouth slightly, and looked down at Yang Jingxing.

Yang Jingxing had no position: "I'll go ask and wait."

Yang Jingxing, who had just borrowed the guitar, knocked on the door again and entered the listening room. He was embarrassed again, but this time he had a greater appetite. He said to Chang Yiming: "I want to use the greenhouse, what are the procedures?"

Chang Yiming looked at the people in Wuyuan and asked Yang Jingxing: "Are you in a hurry? Why don't you wait for me for a while?"

Yang Jingxing said, "I'll do it myself, so I won't bother you."

Chang Yiming arranged for Zhong Yingwen to say: "You come over."

Zhong Yingwen rushed to his feet immediately.

The so-called big studio is the large recording studio opposite the current digital studio. It was probably built by Hongxing to express its musical pursuits, and it was based on the natural reverberation standard.

The capacity of this greenhouse is actually not very large, so it cannot meet the needs of a symphony orchestra, and there are not many small indoor orchestras that require professional recording. Yang Jingxing once recorded piano here, and the effect was relatively satisfactory. He did not pay at that time, but

Now that I am an official member of the company, I have some self-consciousness.

Zhong Yingwen also knew: "You are on the same level as Manager Gan, so it is not natural for you to use the shed."

Yang Jingxing explained: "This is my personal property."

Zhong Ing-wen looked at Yang Jingxing in surprise: "Really? I will never tell you!"

Yang Jingxing said: "It's better to follow the rules to avoid trouble between you and Teacher Chang."

Zhang Yanhao hesitated but sincerely suggested: "No, I know money is a trivial matter to you... The higher-ups know that you are doing private business..."

Yang Jingxing smiled: "It doesn't matter, we are not competitors."

Zhong Ing-wen asked: "Is it Fu Feirong?"

After bringing Zhong Ing-wen into the studio, Yang Jingxing introduced: "My school friend, her name is Qi Qingnuo, her name is Yu Xinting... This is my colleague, Zhong Ing-wen, who is in charge of recording and mixing."

Qi Qingnuo smiled politely: "Have we met before?"

Zhong Ing-wen nodded vigorously: "Once, I knew, Qidawei's daughter... Hello, hello!"

Yu Xinting also smiled: "Hello."
To be continued...