room without view

Xiao Ji ran over with two cans of herbal tea, handed Cheng Dong a can, and then sat down beside him: "Have you recited enough?"

Cheng Dong pressed the notebook and nodded, drinking herbal tea while observing the stage, going through the positions twice in his mind.

All the guests are here for today's rehearsal, including Xia Yin.

Everyone knew that the re-recording was for Cheng Dong, even if they didn't talk to him, they all took the initiative to say hello. Huang Wenyao seemed to be the warmest with him, Cheng Dong was a little nervous, and he kept cheering on others.But Xia Yin, who made negative news, changed from his usual limelight, nestled in a corner, pressed his phone, and didn't say a word from the beginning to the end.

Cheng Dong didn't know why, so he took a few extra glances at Xia Yin.

The director shouted to be in place, and the two hosts took the lead to stand on stage, action.

The plan for the "Summer Conference" program was put forward temporarily, and the time to catch up with the regular broadcast on the weekend happened to be the summer solstice, so the previously scheduled program was postponed, and this episode was added.Because the time was too tight, the director wanted to finish the recording without rehearsal, and the preparation was not sufficient, so getting into the atmosphere was slower than usual.

Although it was only used for one episode, the program team was really strong enough, and the stage that was dismantled and rebuilt for the supplementary recording was done very well. Artists were most afraid of being photographed in places with poor lighting, but in summer, they were taken away by so many lighting equipment. It was uncomfortably hot when illuminated from all directions.

Cheng Dong felt that he was sweating, and he was unavoidably nervous. Just paying attention to the camera while talking made him a little overwhelmed.

"I heard that Cheng Dong just signed with Xia Yin's company. The two of you are brothers. You both happen to be singer-songwriters. Have you communicated with each other in private?" the female host suddenly asked, but this question... Maybe not.

A moment of doubt flashed across the male host's face, but he had no choice but to look at the two brothers mentioned together with the others.

Cheng Dong looked at Xia Yin, but before he could think of anything to say, Xia Yin suddenly smiled brightly: "We, we don't know each other, didn't I bump into him when we played beach volleyball, Cheng Dong has a good temper, I I think this junior is very good." He stretched out his hand and touched the back of Cheng Dong's head, "It shouldn't hurt, I'll treat you to dinner later."

"That's good." The hostess said with a smile, "Next time I want to play beach volleyball with Xia Yin, so why don't you accidentally bump into me and invite me to dinner."

Cheng Dong only knew how to laugh the whole time.

This is the first time Xia Yin talked to him, but he used such a familiar tone when he came here. Before he could react, it was time for the next topic. The hostess naturally asked Cheng Dong to sing with Xia Yin Song.

"What are you singing?" Xia Yin tilted his head to look at him, obviously he was a senior, but he did look cuter, "How about singing my "Sketch of the Pane"?"

Cheng Dong was startled.

"Oh, I love that song so much," said the hostess.

"Will Cheng Dong meet?" the male host asked.

Cheng Dong turned his head and caught sight of the video camera with the video light on, he made up his mind: "Yes."

"Trouble with the band teacher." Xia Yin said sideways, his gestures were quite decent, the necessary training as an artist and the many days of immersion in front of the camera, compared with Cheng Dong, he was too stunned.

The host and other guests retreated to the side when the camera cut, and the two agreed on the chorus allocation, and then waited for the prelude to sound.

Cheng Dong is very familiar with every note.

"Panel Sketch" is considered to be Xia Yin's famous song. Although it is not as popular as another hit song, it has a timeless flavor. The public is deeply impressed by this song.

That's also the result Cheng Dong obtained from countless nights where he needed espresso to refresh himself.

He has never sung this song on a real stage, but today he wants to fulfill his long-cherished wish in such a fist-clenching way.

"Silent Pendulum Clock

It's the paintbrush of old man time

scale is composition

Airtight and sparse can be a horse race

is the trajectory of the pointer

There has never been a neat line in the world

I see it in your face"

Xia Yin's voice was clear and in tune, but Cheng Dong really couldn't hear more things.He had listened to Shine’s album in a video store. The sophisticated equipment and the skillful operation of the sound engineer made Shine’s singing sound full of aftertaste after being poured into the record, but he couldn’t find any emotion when listening to it live. Xia Yin should be very familiar with the music score, but it's just that he doesn't make mistakes in basic skills.

But this song requires not only the vocal cords, but also the tongue, the muscles of the throat, and even the teeth.

Cheng Dong wanted to sing with his whole body up and down.

He took the interlude, looking for the strength to embrace his beloved again between the notes.

"You sit at the window like a soft stone statue

I trace your shadows with a pencil

maybe one day

moonlight passing the window

caress your cheek

You will wake up from my drawing paper

will i catch you

i wanted to ask you to dance

broke you"

"Silent Pendulum Clock

It's the paintbrush of old man time

scale is composition

Airtight and sparse can be a horse race

is the trajectory of the pointer"

"Homer stares into the night

Michelangelo's sad brow

Venus' curly hair slips through my fingertips

Those who paint alone evaporate

I'm the frozen one

can't go elsewhere"

The instrument fades away and the song ends.

The warmest applause from the beginning of the recording to now came from the audience, from the not-so-large audience of more than 80 people.

This is a song with a melodious melody, but the lyrics have a quiet and hopeless feeling.

That soft plaster statue, he was worried that he would not be able to catch it when it woke up and break it.

He was so terrified.

That was his dream.

Cheng Dong held the microphone with both hands, heaved a sigh of relief, and then put it down.

The camera showed close-ups of the expressions of the host and guests, most of whom showed sincere admiration and knew who they were addressing without having to say it out loud, while Huang Wenyao just smiled quietly throughout the whole process, walked over and patted Cheng Dong on the shoulder after the song ended.

"I must invite you to the concert."

There are tiny cracks on Xia Yin's face. When he sang, he felt overwhelmed by Cheng Dong, but it was the wonderful aura from the people around him. His ears weren't that effective. If he couldn't hear it, he expected everyone to I can't tell the big difference, but Huang Wenyao said this, not to the original singer, but to the young singer who was on stage for the first time, it really made him unable to hold back the cheerful expression he had practiced for a long time.

"How to put it, although I don't understand it, Cheng Dong's feeling of singing this song is very different from Xia Yin's." The hostess said, squinting her eyes, "When I listened to it just now, I seemed to be able to hear myself stabbing heartbeat."

Xia Yin glanced at the hostess, the two had brief eye contact, and the hostess looked away in embarrassment.

"Why, is our show going to become "XX Singer"? The force has been raised in an instant." The male host said.

Cheng Dong smiled, put the microphone to his lips, and said after a pause: "No, I just... like this song very much."

The hostess took the opportunity to ask: "How does it feel to be on stage with your favorite singer?"

"It's a great honor." Cheng Dong looked sideways at Xia Yin, and also gave the camera an intimate gesture, "Brother, please give me more advice in the future."

Probably because of the singing, Cheng Dong not only relaxed, but also seemed to be injected with vitality. The next interaction was easy to handle. The last link was to set off fireworks on the beach. A huge rocket-like fireworks tube was launched.

"How about this, let's play the game first and then set off the fireworks. The rules are like this. We have word guessing cards here, in groups of two. One person holds a fairy wand to sign the content on the word card 50 meters away, and the other person Guess the word by the trajectory of the fairy wand."

"That's simple, just shake it faster, and the dots of light can be connected into strokes."

"Our writing will be more complicated."

"What about the reward and punishment system?"

"The team that guesses the most can light the biggest fireworks here." The host smiled, pointing to the bazooka, "and the losing pair, one of them will be tied to it."

"Ah?! No way! It's very dangerous!"

"We'll keep you safe."

"My God, no, this is too scary!"

The game started with the screams of the female artists and the tense expressions of the male artists, but there was trouble at the beginning, Xia Yin and Huang Wenyao had to be on the same team as Cheng Dong.

"Cheng Dong is so popular tonight." The male host suggested with a smile, "Why don't Wenxi and Cheng Dong be on the same team, and you guys should give priority to women."

This proposal was approved, but the program group is really cheap, and the complexity of the font is difficult to form by waving a fairy wand. In short, Miss Wenxi only guessed one-fifth of it...

Cheng Dong silently looked at the bazooka mounted on the special push frame, no matter how you look at it, it looks like a real thing.

Many people laughed like crazy, including the audience.

It's impossible for girls to be punished, so he's going to be bombed to the sky.

Cheng Dong walked over with stiff limbs, and was tied to the bazooka by the staff.Winner Huang Wenyao patted him on the shoulder and said with a smile, "I wish you a happy flight."

Then it seemed that Huang Wenyao flipped a switch.

Then he felt a shock in his back, and there was a bang, as if something was sprayed out of the bazooka, and some fell on his head.

The laughter in the audience became even more terrifying, and even the host couldn't hold it back.

Cheng Dong had a dull expression on his face. He was let down from the bazooka, only to realize that he didn't fly out. The firework tube was not made of gunpowder, it just sprayed out a bunch of ribbons.

"Hahahahahaha, your expression is so wonderful." Huang Wenyao supported him until he couldn't straighten up laughing, so he had to hold the corner of his mouth reluctantly.

Real fireworks were lit on the beach, and one after another burst into the night sky.

Cheng Dong looked up, his first program recording was generally very enjoyable, and from today on, he is a real artist.

He suddenly felt someone pat on the shoulder, turned around and saw Huang Wenyao.

"Be careful of Xia Yin." The other party also looked up at the night sky, as if discussing fireworks with him.

"Why do you say that?" Cheng Dong asked back calmly.

"You also know that there are not as many scenes as Xia Yin in the script, and he was asked to sing his famous song. The hostess probably took a favor and let Xia Yin pull you to earn a lot of scenes."

"...the beauty of an adult is not harmful to me."

"No, the downside is that you stole his limelight. There's no one who can sing better than the original singer on stage for the first time."

Cheng Dong turned his head and looked at Huang Wenyao's healthy and humble face: "If I remember correctly, it was you who said on stage that you would invite me to be a guest at the concert. The audience can judge how well I sing, and you Why point it out?"

Huang Wenyao seemed to be taken aback for a moment, then laughed.

"Because I like you."