The three of them entered the studio and closed the door. Yu Xinting burst into laughter: "This is my first recording... I'm not nervous."

Yang Jingxing smiled: "Praise."

Qi Qingnuo glanced: "I'm so nervous."

Yang Jingxing was helpless: "It's rare, but I also praise it."

Yu Xinting still smiled.

The computer on the workbench has a professional sound card. Yang Jingxing simply processed Yu Xinting's performance track, added a little theater effect, and then listened to it. It was mainly to praise, and Qi Qingnuo also agreed.

Yang Jingxing seemed to be addicted to playing, and asked Qi Qingnuo to record "Dear Friend" again: "...the three of us will make a collection."

Qi Qingnuo didn't seem to be very interested: "One song per person, that's enough."

Yang Jingxing said: "She has three movements, you can't miss them."

Yu Xinting also begged Qi Qingnuo: "Record, record two more songs!"

So Qi Qingnuo carefully set up the double row of keys, then put on the monitor headphones to check the sound left and right, and carefully adjusted the pitifully small mixer assigned to Yang Jingxing by the company.

Yu Xinting became interested in the duli microphone amplifier adjusted by Yang Jingxing and consulted. Yang Jingxing explained that because "Dear Friend" is a slow song, the mood is very different from "I Want to Know", so some parameters need to be modified as necessary.

After getting ready, Yang Jingxing invited Yu Xinting, who had already put on the monitoring headphones: "Applause."

The two applauded, and Qi Qingnuo began to play and sing "Dear Friend". Compared with the gentle and natural performance of this song on stage for the first time, Qi Qingnuo in the recording seemed more serious and rigorous.

Yang Jingxing also listened carefully like a sound recordist, while Yu Xinting took off her earphones and put them on for a while to see if there was any use.

After Qi Qingnuo finished singing the song, Yu Xinting waited for Yang Jingxing to stop recording and then applauded with him.

Qi Qingnuo was modest: "The keys are a bit hard and I'm not used to it."

Listening to it together in the stereo, the effect is ideal. Because the microphone is the same as that used in the recording studio next door, Qi Qingnuo's girlish yet slightly mature and thick voice is restored perfectly. Because there is no mixing process,

Instead, it shows a more simple and pure feeling.

Yang Jingxing still encouraged Yu Xinting: "So don't think that the so-called master is difficult to surpass. She can sing much better than many singers."

Yu Xinting nodded in agreement.

Qi Qingnuo objected with a smile: "Why should she be on par with the masters and I should be competing with the singers?"

Yu Xinting immediately helped Yang Jingxing correct her: "You can sing better than the singing master... or the god of singing."

Yang Jingxing himself felt itchy: "You guys have a rest, I'll do it."

Yu Xinting asked: "What to sing?"

Yang Jingxing respected everyone's opinions: "What do you think?"

Qi Qingnuo said: "Thank you."

Yu Xinting nodded in agreement: "I think so too."

Qi Qingnuo was not afraid of the authority of 402, and suggested: "Love will never leave, love will always exist... It would be better to add a string string to that section, otherwise it would be a bit thin."

Yang Jingxing pointed to the synthesizer: "Here you go."

Qi Qingnuo moved his chair, quickly adjusted the tone, and played a melody on the cello. He also asked everyone for their opinions: "Let's make it better... You don't have to sing so hard, it's not your style." He said and laughed.

Yu Xinting also laughed: "It sounds good, you will know after you try it."

Yang Jingxing should trust Qi Qingnuo: "You can induce him to do it yourself."

When she was ready, she started. Yu Xinting stopped wearing headphones. Yang Jingxing sang softer and gentler today than at the Brilliant Bar: "I used to think that life in this world was like that..." But he didn't look too serious.

While singing, I looked at the two girls.

It is a six-section song with relatively clear layers. After the author's simple narration in the first section, Qi Qingnuo seems to be unable to bear the loneliness. The string music cuts in gently, but only in a supporting role, and sometimes does not embellish it in the right place.

After all, he is just a bit player with good acting skills.

It has been like this since then, until the fourth section of the love-feeling part, Qi Qingnuo's cello was replaced by a violin, and the melody line became clearer and more complete. From the perspective of orchestration and arrangement, Qi Qingnuo's performance here is very

Excellent, agile and skillful.

After a brief intermission after the fourth section, Qi Qingnuo switched to cello and Yang Jingxing played piano. The two looked at each other for several seconds, then both looked at Yu Xinting and laughed.

The fifth section suddenly came up: "Love will never leave, love will always exist..." Qi Qingnuo's wedding melody and the violin melody sounded at the same time, grabbing Yu Xinting's attention away from Yang Jingxing. The string performance here

There was a lot of excitement, and it matched the mood of the song so perfectly that it was hard to believe that it was improvised.

As expected, Yang Jingxing was obedient and did not exert too much effort. The forbearance and restraint shown in his singing formed a sharp contrast with the accompaniment, and the accompaniment made it even more profound.

In the last section, the strings slowly fade away, leaving most of the stage to the vocal music, giving the vocal music enough space to elevate to the emotions it needs, and express gratitude to life with a passionate attitude.

It was finally over. Yang Jingxing and Qi Qingnuo both smiled, but Yu Xinting didn't. Her eyes were moist and almost sad: "It sounds so good... It's a pity that I don't play the piano."

Yang Jingxing laughed: "You want to be a master, how can you play ditties?"

Yu Xinting looked at Yang Jingxing, the tears in her eyes became more and more obvious: "I like this song the most, compared with everyone else!"

Yang Jingxing reminded: "Dear friend, you don't like it? Be careful."

Qi Qingnuo laughed: "Don't be fooled, I also like this song the best. We stand on the same page."

Yu Xinting also smiled and looked at Qi Qingnuo: "You are so capable, but it's a pity that I can't compose music."

Qi Qingnuo comforted: "I can't play well even if I practice C for a year. I have to specialize in the art."

Yang Jingxing said to Qi Qingnuo: "You are indeed capable. I was not impressed when I sang her."

Qi Qingnuo looked closely into Yu Xinting's eyes: "Are you moved?"

Yu Xinting smiled and kept her distance from Qi Qingnuo, shook her body and explained: "No, I was moved before, but today is different. I am also moved by what you sang...it is easier to be moved when you are happy."

Yang Jingxing felt inferior: "The credit belongs to the chef. I won't eat anymore."

Yu Xinting hehe: "No, I'm really... I'm happy after recording."

Qi Qingnuo suggested: "Listen to it again."

The three of them listened to "Thank You" quietly. Yu Xinting was not so moved. After listening to it, she could still laugh: "It just sounds good... I would rather not eat sushi."

Yang Jingxing was grateful: "This is the most exaggerated praise I have ever heard."

Qi Qingnuo also smiled: "I would rather not know you."

Yang Jingxing was angry: "The most vicious contempt."

Both girls laughed. Qi Qingnuo suggested to Yu Xinting: "Record it again and you can play it."

But Yu Xinting shook her head: "There is no time, I don't know how to do it yet."

Yang Jingxing asked Qi Qingnuo to play another song. Under Yu Xinting's coquettish encouragement, Qi Qingnuo picked up the guitar again and said that he wanted to sing a song he wrote a long time ago, a piece he composed in his senior year of high school.

Yang Jingxing exaggerated: "I was still playing in the mud at that time."

Yu Xinting asked: "What's the name? Have we heard of it?"

Qi Qingnuo said: "I almost forgot, it's a bit disgusting, it's called "Hard to Love"."

Yang Jingxing was positive: "Applause."

Qi Qingnuo herself said it was disgusting, but it was actually a quite simple song. The melody was far less rich and atmospheric than her current works, and it was simpler than "Dear Friend". It just repeated a few sentences over and over again.

As for the lyrics, there is one line that is repeated a lot: "True love passed down by mouth is hard to find; true love passed down by mouth, when will it be realized..."

It's catchy and slightly sad, it sounds campus-like, a bit girly, and also not very girly: "...Is love just like religion? What we believe in is all illusory..."

Yu Xinting was relatively happy to hear it, but Yang Jingxing looked a little serious. After listening, he even looked like he was about to cry: "I'm so moved." He squeezed tears as hard as he could.

Yu Xinting's eyes seemed to blame Yang Jingxing for being immoral, and she said seriously: "It sounds nice, and it comes from the heart. Girls at that time would have thought about these issues. Love is an everlasting theme!"

Yang Jingxing also admired Qi Qingnuo: "It's much deeper than me...but religion is not void, God is void, but spirit is not..."

Yu Xinting nodded seriously: "That's right."

Qi Qingnuo laughed: "That's enough, it's just nostalgia, not for you to criticize."

Yang Jingxing said to the two girls: "Turn on the desktop computer, make a cover and print it out, I'll burn the CD... It's easier, there is no color printer."

The two girls moved their chairs behind the desk and turned on the computer. Yu Xinting had already begun to think about it: "What's your name?"

Qi Qingnuo said: "Friendship, witness of friendship?"

Yu Xinting asked: "Is it good?"

Yang Jingxing nodded: "Okay."

"There is love..." Yu Xinting was not satisfied and arranged for Qi Qingnuo to say: "Think again."

Qi Qingnuo quit: "You say."

Yu Xinting giggled: "Happy testimony...isn't it disgusting?"

Yang Jingxing said: "It's not disgusting, but I don't deserve it."

Yu Xinting haha, look at Qi Qingnuo on the computer.

Yang Jingxing asked: "Are the three movements separate?"

Yu Xinting shook her head and looked at Qi Qingnuo: "How to do this? It's not pretty."
To be continued...