we are not familiar [entertainment circle]

Qiao Chuyang's recording studio was small, so when he opened the door, there was a console table. There was a single sofa against the wall, and a soft plush carpet under his feet.

This side is relatively narrow, and the side of the soundproof glass is wider. In addition to things like the microphone stand and the music stand, other musical instruments are also placed.

There are three guitars alone, an old acoustic guitar he has been using, and two electric guitars.

Wei Feng sat on one side of the console, watching Qiao Chuyang playing the guitar on the other side looking for ideas, while writing down something on paper with a pen. He had been doing this work for almost two hours.

During the day, the two of them received an invitation from a famous professor at the Music University, and they visited his home together.This is actually a bridge for Qiao Chuyang's vocal music teacher, saying that Qiao Chuyang's ideas on certain aspects of music production are very novel, and it may be very rewarding to chat with his former professor, so he gave him the professor's contact information .

Unexpectedly, this weekend, I received an invitation from the professor first, saying that they were invited to drink tea at home, and the two of them went together.

Although Qiao Chuyang used to study music, but the university course has nothing to do with it. He was a little nervous when he was suddenly asked to talk about his music philosophy in front of an old professor. Unexpectedly, the old professor said he found it very interesting. Viewpoints are also involved in his research topics.

The two chatted happily, and as soon as they came back, Qiao Chuyang plunged into the recording studio and stayed there until now.

At this time, Qiao Chuyang seemed to have noticed the gaze from the side of the glass, and beckoned Wei Feng to go in.

"?" Wei Feng asked with his mouth, "I go in?"

Qiao Chuyang nodded and waved again.

Wei Feng pushed open the door and walked in. Qiao Chuyang handed him the guitar in his hand and said, "Play the passage I wrote."

This is the case with creation. If you stand aside and look at other people's works, it is very easy to pick out problems and faults.However, if it is my own, every note and every word is thought out by myself, and it is very difficult to notice my own shortcomings.

Wei Feng looked at the score, practiced briefly again, and played it quickly and smoothly after clearing the chords.

It was a brisk song, but Qiao Chuyang frowned after listening to it, walked to the side and sat down behind the drum kit.

Because there is also a carpet in the room here, he is barefoot without shoes. At this time, he directly steps on the pedal with his foot, and the beating of the bass drum brings out a slower rhythm.

"Follow this rhythm and play it again." Qiao Chuyang said.

Wei Feng was kind, and quickly played the rhythm of the drums with the guitar, and did it again.

However, Qiao Chuyang still seemed dissatisfied. He sat behind the electronic piano again, and after matching the sound of the piano with the sound of the guitar again, he seemed a little more satisfied.

"Sure enough, it's better to listen to others playing it." Qiao Chuyang said, he simply sat on the ground and began to revise the score with a pen.

Wei Feng found that he has become more and more proficient in using various musical instruments recently, "Have you still taken musical instrument lessons?"

Qiao Chuyang shook his head, "Play as soon as you want, we'll see."

Wei Feng was sitting on a stool at a relatively high position. When Qiao Chuyang looked at him, he looked up, and there seemed to be a puddle of water in his eyes, shining brightly.

Wei Feng glanced at him, bowed his head and played the strings a few times at random, then felt something was wrong, bit the pick in his mouth, and played a few times with his fingers.

After Qiao Chuyang changed the last stroke, he looked up to see this scene.Because he was at home, Wei Feng was wearing casual home clothes, round neck and horizontal stripes, making him look like a college student.

Qiao Chuyang leaned over and said, "What should I do? After you came in, I have no intention of doing anything."

Wei Feng smiled, and just about to take down the pick in his mouth to speak, Qiao Chuyang grabbed his right hand, then straightened up and raised his head, the height was just right - he directly took the pick in the other party's mouth.

The movement is light and fast, like a bird picking up a cherry from a treetop.

Wei Feng narrowed his eyes slightly, looking at Qiao Chuyang who was biting his pick and smiling as if his plot had succeeded.

So he put the guitar aside, got down from the chair, and directly pressed Qiao Chuyang to the floor of the recording studio.

The air conditioner is fully turned on, and with the carpet, it will not be cold.

"Are you going to do bad things in my recording studio?" Wei Feng took out the pick from Qiao Chuyang's mouth and freed his mouth, and Qiao Chuyang, who was in the lower position, said.

Wei Feng pinched his waist and said, "It's not because someone provoked me first."

Qiao Chuyang was so itchy that he dodged it, and said with a smile, "...then I approve."

The evening before the official release of the single, Wei Feng drove Qiao Chuyang through the bustling area of ​​the city center.

A 15-second version of the mv was scrolling on the huge display screen at the intersection, and the two of them couldn't help staring there while waiting for the red light.On the sidewalk not far away, there were still people taking pictures of the big screen with their mobile phones.

"...how to be nervous."

The signal light jumped, Wei Feng stepped on the accelerator, and Qiao Chuyang whispered in the middle of the noisy traffic.

"Ok?"

"It's nothing." Qiao Chuyang took a deep breath and turned to look out the window.

Just passing by the last remaining video store in the bustling area, several young girls were looking at something at the door, all carrying bags with the logo of the video store in their hands, which contained disc-like things.

Although tomorrow is the official release date, it has actually started selling at this time today.

Is it my song?Qiao Chuyang couldn't help thinking this way.

The 1-minute trial version of "Bruises" was released on his Weibo a week ago. He has been on several music shows and sang the live version several times. The response is actually pretty good, but he just waited to see the sales. The truth is when it comes to numbers.

Wei Feng glanced at him, turned a corner and walked on another road. Qiao Chuyang didn't realize that they hadn't walked home until they parked the car in a temporary parking space on the side of the road.

"Why did you stop? Are you going to buy something?" Qiao Chuyang looked at Wei Feng who was taking off his seat belt.

"Well, get out of the car." Wei Feng said, took out a disposable mask from the car, and handed it to Qiao Chuyang.

"Oh..." Qiao Chuyang put it on, and Mi Mi followed her out of the car.

There are not many people on this small road. Seeing Wei Feng leading him to the main road, Qiao Chuyang asked strangely: "Are you going to the supermarket? Or where? There doesn't seem to be one over there, right?"

"It's just ahead." Wei Feng said.

Qiao Chuyang saw that they had already reached the entrance of the video store they had just passed.Now that physical publishing is in the doldrums, this store sells both books and CDs.

There was a huge poster of "Bruises" pasted at the door, and Qiao Chuyang took a look at it before walking in.

At this time, a girl behind him patted him on the shoulder and said, "Excuse me, can you go over a little bit? It's blocked."

Qiao Chuyang quickly walked away, and as she walked in, she heard the girl say to her friend: "It's good to buy it in a physical store, and you can also make posters...Online shopping will have to wait for several days before it will be delivered to your door..."

For the release of this new song, the main sales traffic is still in the download of various music apps and physical ordering in online stores. There are not many stores that can directly buy it.

Walking into the special area selling CDs, he quickly saw his new songs lined up in a conspicuous position.

Wei Feng stretched out his hand and took one of each edition. Turning his head, he saw Qiao Chuyang was watching something. When he looked up, he realized that his mv was playing on the small TV screen above.

The relationship can be said to be very hardworking. Directors of Hong Cheng's level can be invited to shoot the mv. You must know that directors who have won the golden olive are not interested in taking such a small order. It is probably because of Qiao Chuyang and the relationship. Double stacking effect.

Whether it's the cover shoot or the design, you can see the creator's intentions.

Two men checked out and luckily no one recognized them.

Qiao Chuyang took out the CD from the bag, and suddenly seemed to remember something, and said, "By the way, watch this."

Wei Feng had only seen physical samples of "Bruises" before, and this was the first time he had seen the official version sealed with plastic film.

"What's the matter?" Following the dim street lights on the side of the road, Wei Feng saw the few lines of small characters on the back cover.

"Are you surprised?" Qiao Chuyang took off his mask and looked at him with a smile.

"Hmm." Rather than being surprised, it was more touching.

The list of producers of the song is written on the back cover. Under the name of "Song of the Deer", besides the songwriter Qiao Chuyang and the arranger, there is an additional line of words.

【Special Thanks: Wei Feng】

"Anyway, you are the one who named this song," Qiao Chuyang said, "The name is very important..."

Wei Feng held him in his arms, and the two squeezed to the side where the car was parked, and said with a smile, "I would have thought of a good name if I knew it."

"Eat a pit and gain a wisdom," Qiao Chuyang said, "Next time I ask you to choose a name, think carefully."

Qiao Chuyang actually... No matter what, he wanted Wei Feng to leave a name on it.

The CD meant a lot to him, and so did the man standing beside him.

In the year since he met Wei Feng, his thoughts, life, and future have undergone earth-shaking changes.Perhaps without Wei Feng, this CD would not have been born, so this person should leave a name.

A week later, Qiao Chuyang managed to see his name on the top of each sales list during the company's discussion meeting. Not only was the number of downloads on the Internet far ahead, but physical sales also showed a rare number.

The music director of Yuyuan Records patted him on the shoulder and said with a smile: "If the download and physical ratio of each singer is the same as yours, the physical record may be able to recover."

Qiao Chuyang smiled and said nothing.

This is just the beginning, and he still has a long way to go.

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