Loyal Dog God Cultivation Program

The song that Yan Che watched Wen Ge complete the arrangement with his own eyes was finally given a name by a lyrics that he couldn't think of after dragging the song title copy, it was called "Wordless Fleeting Years".

After reading the song title and copywriting, Yan Che read the lyrics carefully while listening to the accompaniment, and seemed to find the feeling right away.

The story of the lyrics, the emotion of the song, and the feeling when singing, seem to be connected suddenly.

And the key to these connections seems to be what Wen Ge told him when he composed the music.

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"Look here, this paragraph, I want to make it feel more ethereal, so I added..."

"Look at the few lines in the lyrics. It needs a melodious feeling here. Adding this instrument will make it a bit messy, so try removing it first..."

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Yan Che seemed to have found a way suddenly, the song was recorded very fast, and Wen Ge was almost never stopped by Wen Ge because of emotional problems.

There are only a few supplementary recordings, all of which are problems of pronunciation and articulation.

Wen Ge finally breathed a sigh of relief, it would be great to find the right way to help Yan Che find the way to understand the song, but this time the song...

Wen Ge turned on the penguin to make it invisible, pretending not to see the planned series of life-threatening reminders.

Yan Che finally gained some confidence. When recording other songs, he also paid attention to the way he sang, no longer tried to imitate and copy the original version, and more hoped to incorporate it into his own style.

It's no wonder that most of the stars who imitate their debut can't go far. The worst fear is that they will be covered up by the imitation and lose their original color.

However, after changing the style, the cover song was not so lucky, and it turned out to be the whole song of pia almost every time.

And after this time, Wen Ge is not as polite as before, and often ridiculed.

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"You sang so badly this time, it almost feels like a labor prisoner shouting when he sees the light after 20 years in prison."

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"I take back what I said just now. After hearing it again, I feel that the previous one is still okay. At least there is still the merit of shouting."

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"This time it doesn't sound like a labor camp prisoner, it sounds like an old virgin who has been starving for 40 years."

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Yan Che was almost driven to death by pia, if he hadn't had to go to work, he felt that one day he would die in front of the computer desk by Wen Ge's pia.

But although he didn't die in front of the computer desk, his voice couldn't take it anymore.

Part-time work and recording took up almost all of his time. The fatigue and fire made his throat a little itchy, he always wanted to cough, and he was a little hoarse.

He himself just felt uncomfortable, but Wen Ge found out first. One day when he came home from get off work, he found Wen Ge actually cooking something in the kitchen.

Yan Che's jaw almost dropped when he saw Wen Ge coming out of the kitchen. Ever since he saw his brand new (although it's not anymore) kitchen, he automatically attributed Wen Ge to the old and young master who didn't work hard. In that category, he can still stew things?

Still haven't smelled the paste?

Not scientific.

Yan Che expressed doubts about whether the pot could be eaten, but Wen Ge had already scooped out a bowl, put the spoon and handed it to Yan Che.

"Chuanbei Stewed Sydney, I heard that your voice is not very good, so drink it." After speaking, he stood aside and watched him drink.

"Can you still do this?" Yan Che took a spoonful and took a bite, "I thought the function of the kitchen in your eyes was to boil water."

Yan Che took a bite.

Put rock sugar, sweet.

"How is that possible? Why don't we add hot takeaway and dishwashing." Wen Ge also laughed. "This thing is not difficult, and it doesn't have much technical content if you go online to Baidu."

Yan Che drank the whole bowl in two sips, put away the bowl and looked at Wen Ge who was still standing in front of him with some doubts: "It tastes good. Don't you want to eat it yourself?"

"Isn't this waiting for you to test the poison?" Wen Ge said lightly and went into the kitchen to refill a bowl for himself, leaving Yan Che stunned in place alone.

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"Depend on!"

After more than ten days of tossing around like this, the final product is only "Wordless Fleeting Years" and two cover songs. If "Wordless Fleeting Years" is not counted, the two cover songs can barely last to Yan Che at the rate of one draft per week. Come back in the Spring Festival.

"When will you come back?" Wen Ge drove Yan Che to the train station.

"I'll be back on the seventh day of the seventh day, and there are still a few days before I leave school. I have agreed with the boss that I can work for a few more days." Yan Che replied.

"Racing against time." Wen Ge glanced sideways at Yan Che, "When you come back, the recording of "Song of a Gentleman" is about to start, the lyrics have been finalized, and I will release the song in a few days. about there."

"So," Wen Ge parked the car in the parking lot, "You probably have to come to practice singing every night next semester, and you have to continue to eat Chuanbei stewed pears even if you vomit."

Yan Che thought about the taste of Chuanbei stewed pear, it's pretty good, will you get tired of it?

A bowl every day... It's hard to say.

"I'm leaving." Wen Ge sent Yan Che to the entrance, Yan Che turned his head and waved to him.

"Yeah." Wen Ge patted his head, "Protect your throat."

"Don't keep patting my head, it's like petting a dog." Yan Che dodged for a while.

"Pfft," Wen Ge hooked the corners of his lips, "Aren't you just a dog, Husky?"

Yan Che's hometown is not very far away, the train arrives overnight, but to the county town, he has to transfer to a bus and then take a three-wheeler.

Fortunately, he bought a sleeping berth for the night, and he arrived after a night's sleep.

Yan Che was woken up by the flight attendant's arrival reminder in the morning, and he packed up and prepared to get off the bus.As soon as he got out of the car, his phone rang. Yan Che saw that it was a WeChat message from Wenge.

Are we there?

Hey, the time is calculated very accurately.

He found the bus first and got on the bus, put the bag in his hand on the luggage rack, and then freed his hands to reply to Wen Ge: I just got off the train and got on the bus.

Wen Ge didn't go for a run last night in order to send himself off, Yan Che guessed that he should go for a run now, and he wouldn't reply soon, so he leaned against the glass and wanted to take a nap for a while and go back to sleep.

Unexpectedly, Wen Ge's reply came soon: How long will the bus take?

Yan Che felt the phone vibrate, and went back to the past: two or three hours.

I was a little surprised, and added another one: Didn't you go for a run?

This time Wen Ge replied by voice, and it only took 3 seconds. Yan Che glanced at the other drowsy passengers on the bus, and after thinking about it, he took out his earphones.

His voice sounds a little lazy, but it doesn't look like he just woke up. His voice is not hoarse at all, just lazy: "I'm lazy, I didn't go."

There were quite a lot of people in the car, Yan Che didn't respond to the voice, but typed: Don't say this kind of thing openly, okay, laziness!

What Wen Ge sent was still a voice, and there was a hint of teasing in the voice.

"Isn't the Spring Festival a national holiday? I've been resting aboveboard."

Yan Che was speechless at his unreasonable words.

The car started at this time, shaking suddenly and waking up many people, Yan Che even heard several "bang bang bang" sounds of his head knocking down the glass.

It's really a good thing that I didn't fall asleep, I narrowly escaped the catastrophe, and it hurts to look at it.

When the car was just driving, he quickly returned a voice message to Wen Ge: "Okay, let's start the car, let's talk about it when we get to the place."

Then I turned off the vibration of the phone and put it in the bag, leaning against the back of the chair and dozing off.

The author has something to say:

The history of the author who named Fei when he chose the title of "No Words": "Once Upon a Time in an Empty City" - "Once Upon a Time in a Lonely City" - "Once Upon a Time in a Lonely Building" - "Once Upon a Time in an Empty Building" - "Years in an Empty City" - "No Words Years" - "Wordless Past" - "Wordless Years"

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Please care for everyone around you!