room without view

The so-called try it out.

Yuan Yinzhi looked at Cheng Dong who stepped into half of his jeans and jumped towards him.

He kindly stretched out his hand to help the other party, and quickly exchanged a "Thank you."

Then Cheng Dong put on his trousers, ran downstairs to prepare delicious food for egg yolks and preserved eggs, and went out with his guitar on his back. At the last moment when the elevator door closed, he saw Yuan Yinzhi coming down from the stairs, so he remembered to say goodbye to him. The gold master waved his hand.

Yuan Yinzhi stood at the empty breakfast table in the kitchen, saw the egg yolk and ate the oatmeal milk all over his face, and deeply felt the differential treatment.

This is Cheng Dong's attempt.

Yuan Yinzhi didn't know what he was expecting. The conversation in the kitchen the night before was over. He originally wanted to deal with Cheng Dong immediately, but the young man said he had a job the next day, so he turned him down tremblingly. I think it makes sense, since the relationship between them has undergone a qualitative change, it would be meaningless to let Cheng Dong show that disappointing expression again, so I used my "proud self-control" again to rush cold shower.

Combined with the scene that he didn't even have a mouthful of hot porridge this morning, Yuan Yinzhi felt that there might be a strategic error in some things.

But Cheng Dong obviously didn't have such troubles, he rushed to Bocheng's music classroom with his guitar on his back, he was relieved before the appointed time, but this time Huang Wenyao arrived earlier than him, and was having breakfast on the table outside the classroom, Aman was not there, so when Huang Wenyao asked him to come with him, he passed by.

"Thank you." He took a basket of steamed buns from Huang Wenyao, and there was a saucer of vinegar beside it, which was very rich. Huang Wenyao pouted towards the open window.

"Steamed dumplings are delicious. I used to eat them in the dance studio and was fined, but I can't change it. I just like Chinese food."

"Me too." Cheng Dong took a bite of the steamed stuffed bun, tasted the soup in his mouth, immediately felt better, and asked Huang Wenyao which shop this was.

"It's the bun shop over at Oman's house. Do you like it? Then I'll ask her to bring an extra copy to class next time."

"Is it far from here? Is it too late to buy after class?"

"It's okay, it seems that the subway is only three stops away, do you want to go by yourself? Ha, don't worry about being blocked and asking for an autograph?"

"It's okay." Cheng Dong scratched his head, "I should not be so recognizable now, just buy a bun."

Huang Wenyao looked at him for a while, and suddenly asked, "Do you want to buy it for your girlfriend?"

Cheng Dong didn't react at first, but then blushed.

He really remembered that he got up late this morning, and he was hungry and didn't prepare breakfast for Yuan Yinzhi.After Yuan Yinzhi moved into the Palm Apartment, the two of them had a tacit understanding that whoever made the first step would prepare breakfast. Yuan Yinzhi would bake bread by himself most of the time, while Cheng Dong preferred to change shops to buy takeaways. The owners of all the nearby snack bars are familiar with each other.

What did Huang Wenyao say about his girlfriend... Cheng Dong remembered the scene where Yuan Yinzhi almost said "I like you" against his face the night before, and couldn't help but feel hot, and Huang Wenyao on the opposite side immediately showed a clear expression .

"I didn't expect that you already have a girlfriend. Has your agent told you that it's best not to expose this kind of thing beforehand?"

Obviously Su Jin knew about his relationship with Yuan Yinzhi, so Cheng Dong nodded.

Huang Wenyao saw that he didn't want to say more, so he didn't continue to ask.But what is a little surprising is that if the "girlfriend" Cheng Dong used to check in was really Yuan Yinzhi, it would be fun. Xia Yin knew that kind of person was just playing around, but the young man in front of him didn't have a good self-consciousness. ?

After the two finished eating, Qiu Yuhuan also came. This time, instead of letting them come one by one, they shouted into the classroom together.

"Xiao Huang has a concert at the end of October. He said he mentioned it to you and wanted you to be his guest. I think it's good. At that time, your album just came out, so it was a good time to speculate." Qiu Yuhuan said to Cheng Dong Seeing that Cheng Dong didn't answer immediately, he added a question, "What do you think?"

Cheng Dong glanced at Huang Wenyao, who also looked at him with very polite eyes, and he hesitated a little.

Su Jin reminded herself before, and Huang Wenyao always gave him a feeling that he didn't know when he would play his cards. He just wanted to make friends with this person, but if he refused like this, it really seemed like a lost opportunity.

"I'm still thinking about it." Cheng Dong said, turning to Huang Wenyao, "After all, I have no live performance experience, and this is your first concert."

"I remember you have live experience." Huang Wenyao made a recalling expression, "You have been to the Heron Music Festival for 11 years."

Cheng Dong suddenly had a feeling of being glued to him. It was true that he had been to the music festival, but only that time, and it was to help a friend. Huang Wenyao knew about this kind of thing, which made people feel a little uncomfortable.

"Okay, let's make a decision like this." Qiu Yuhuan said, "I also know Xiao Huang's concert director, and he has rich experience. It is also a good opportunity for you."

Cheng Dong could only nod his head.

Afterwards, Qiu Yuhuan singled out the defects that both of them had in common and talked about it, and arranged a unified practice.It was only then that Cheng Dong realized that he and Huang Wenyao probably belonged to the same type of singer.

The foundation is solid, the range is fairly wide, and he is not very good at fast singing, and his lung capacity sometimes cannot keep up, so singing and dancing are also weak.

These are from the perspective of hardware, and from the perspective of software, it is the style of music.

When Huang Wenyao came out of the talent show, he followed the route of singing skills, but he really didn’t have too many characteristics. After leaving that show and coming to various record racks, the audience’s choices widened, and his later development will definitely be Entering the weak, even for Bocheng, may be like a chicken rib.

However, Huang Wenyao is more dedicated to singing, and he is not willing to get involved in film and television at present. Aman wanted to shape his style, and then they discovered Cheng Dong.

Cheng Dong is a singer with both strength and style. As soon as he showed up, A Man and Huang Wenyao accurately locked this person. Therefore, for two singers with similar attributes, it is natural that Huang Wenyao also wanted to move closer to the same style. So when they heard that Su Jin had found Qiu Yuhuan, Aman also took the same measures.

For every singer who needs to grow up, imitation is the only way to go, but Huang Wenyao is a little eager for quick success. He knows himself and knows that he will not be satisfied just by imitation.

The two of them studied in the music classroom all morning, and almost solved some of their own minor problems at the same time. Qiu Yuhuan's advice was very useful.

After class, Huang Wenyao bent down and pulled a note on the table, and copied the address of the bun shop for Cheng Dong. When he straightened up, he sighed: "Why do you have a girlfriend? Not only your fans will be sad, but I will also be a little bit sad." Sad."

Cheng Dong turned a deaf ear to him and only thanked him.

Huang Wenyao seemed gentle and thoughtful, and easy to get along with, but Cheng Dong just didn't like the other party, he didn't quite know why he didn't like him, it seemed that Huang Wenyao's jokes were just jokes.

Then he glanced at the address of the bun shop in his hand.

Compared with not knowing why he doesn't like Huang Wenyao, Cheng Dong really doesn't know why, but prefers Yuan Yinzhi.

Like a tongue twister.

He was staring at the note in a daze, when someone called his name outside the door, Cheng Dong raised his head and found that it was a staff member of the album team, who told him to try the recording studio.

"Recording studio?"

Cheng Dong was stunned.

The songs in the album have not been selected yet, and the preparations are only half done, but can they enter the recording studio?

Huang Wenyao on the side patted him on the shoulder: "Bocheng's recording studio is the best in China. Different types of songs are operated by different types of sound engineers. Congratulations."

Cheng Dong was in a trance behind his ears, and when he came back to his senses, he was already standing in the recording room, and even the earphones were put on for him. He vaguely remembered that the producer told him to try two scores first. After the modification is completed, zoom in and listen to it, and then see what needs to be modified.

He stood there thinking for a long time before he remembered which two songs it was.

In fact, he was more nervous than the first time he was on the scene. This was not the first time he touched the microphone, but it was the first time he touched his own microphone.

He stretched out his palm and wiped his pants, looked up at the sound engineer, who gestured OK to him.

He took a light breath and took half a step towards Diao Mai.

When Yuan Yinzhi quietly entered the control room, he saw Cheng Dong with his eyes closed, the warm lighting in the recording room made his silhouette soft, and his singing voice came from the monitor speakers.

"People say

There are always ups and downs in the riverbed

The torrent will overturn the belief

Paddle broken

Defeated

silent

Those who get wet also have chests

even in pieces

broken sail

windy ride

oceangoing

Captains of all ages

From the river to the sea

nothing more than a strait nothing more than a reef

or witch

urge to sink into death

I don't want

hang out with the timid

Washed by the waves, leaving only gravel

In vain all my muscles and bones have not been tempered

Hate lingering

not until the next century

don't hesitate"

He felt the throbbing of his chest, as if the waves were rushing towards his face, reaching his neck, trying to block his ears and nose, the chorus and accompaniment sounded in his ears, and he slowly slipped into the emptiness. A second before he was about to suffocate, he opened his mouth eyes.

Then he saw Yuan Yinzhi standing on the other side of the observation window, smiling at him.