Tighten my broker

Walking into the recording studio, sat down in front of the microphone, put on the earphones, let out a long breath, Luo Yang began to adjust his state, and then gave a ok gesture to Wang Qing who was standing outside the recording studio.

Immediately, the familiar saxophone tune sounded in his ears. The ensemble of different tones was calm and long. Luo Yang closed his eyes and listened carefully to the power in the music.

Luo Yang felt that he could sing this song well, because isn't this death-inspired song exactly what he has experienced?

Death is just an experience for him now.

I still remember the moment before death, the wind blowing on the roof, the wind was neither warm nor biting, it was like an intangible substance, caressing your body gently, letting you know its existence , and then quickly went to other places.

The feeling of weightlessness from falling from a high altitude is actually not that uncomfortable, even when Luo Yang took that step at that time, what he felt was just a kind of... release, or freedom.

Like a snowflake, falling from a high place, to him at that time, there was only calm, unwavering calm, death, not so terrible, just another way to realize the value of life, not a word Is it called living to death?Luo Yang remembered it clearly.

Or to be honest, for Luo Yang, death is the beginning of another journey.

It's true and yet it seems full of falsehood.

Everything around seemed to have disappeared, Luo Yang was immersed in the solemn sound of the sax, and then heard the mournful sound of the violin.

Three minutes and 25 seconds.

Luo Yang opened his mouth, and a voice completely different from his usual voice suddenly rang in Wang Qing's ears. Holding the earphones in his hand, Wang Qing's eyes instantly became complicated.

This kind of lyrics, this way of singing, obviously has a crying voice, but it makes people feel that he is laughing, and it is the kind of distorted and wanton laughter, which makes people's scalp numb instantly.

The nearly 1-minute opening was not like singing, but more like chanting. The necromancer in a red robe stood in the vast darkness, chanting his own language, and engaged in a wonderful show. Fantastic performance.

Next, there was another blank section of singing, only the melody played by musical instruments. The lyrics of this song are actually very few, and most of them are saxophone, oboe, violin, piano solo or ensemble.

The second half of the tune gradually softened, the vision seemed to be clearer, and the person who chanted in a low voice seemed to be relieved for a moment, feeling very comfortable.

From the low-pitched reciting in German to the wanton singing in English, although the style of the song has not changed, it makes the listeners feel the change deeply.

In nine minutes and six seconds, there were only two lyrics with very different styles, and there were only two recitations by the singer, but it made people feel a strange change in spirit and emotion.

Looking at Luo Yang who was sitting in the recording studio immersed in the end tune of the song for a long time, Wang Qing put down the earphones in his hand, not knowing what to say.

This song is not suitable for everyone, and Luo Yang is not suitable for singing this type of song too much.

I don’t know if it’s my own illusion. From this song, Wang Qing felt a feeling of being torn apart, like an abnormal emotion in the spirit. When he didn’t listen to Luo Yang’s lyrics, this feeling was only very faint. And when Wang Qing recorded the soundtrack of this song, he was still lamenting that there are talented people from generation to generation.

But after hearing Luo Yang's singing style and voice, Wang Qing was only worried about the younger generation as an elder.

Something is wrong with this song.

After the song was recorded, the music completely stopped, but Luo Yang still sat there without moving, which made Wang Qing frown even more.

After saving the song, Wang Qing pushed open the door of the recording studio.

"Luo Yang, it's over."

Wang Qing looked a little serious.

And when Wang Qing's voice sounded, Luo Yang also woke up in a daze, with a little confusion in his eyes.

Subconsciously rubbing his hair, Luo Yang took off the earphones and stood up.

I don't know if it's because I recall too many memories of my previous life, I feel a little headache, a kind of extremely awkward pulling and tearing.

Luo Yang couldn't help but patted his head again.

Seeing Luo Yang like this, Wang Qing didn't ask anything, just patted Luo Yang on the shoulder, and said, "Don't think too much."

Luo Yang also felt that his current emotions were not quite right. Hearing Wang Qing's words, he nodded expressionlessly.

"Is it enough to record this song once? Do you need to re-record it?" Luo Yang walked out of the recording studio and asked Wang Qing, his voice a little hoarse.

Wang Qing shook his head and said, "No need, this song doesn't need such a perfect recording, it's enough for the emotion and vocals."

This song, as long as these two aspects meet the standards, it is already perfect.

Luo Yang understood.

"Then Mr. Wang, I will trouble you next time. I want to go out to get some air." Luo Yang said with a pale face and a smile.

"Okay, then you go out first, don't think too much." Wang Qing reminded again.

Watching Luo Yang turn and leave, Wang Qing's frown did not relax.

Although Luo Yang didn't seem to be in any serious trouble now, he always felt uneasy.

After thinking for a while, Wang Qing picked up his mobile phone and called Wei Ran.

It's better to let that kid Wei Ran follow. Although he may make a fuss over a molehill, there is nothing wrong with being careful.

At this time, Luo Yang had already walked out of Lingyun Music Studio.

The heavy snow has stopped, and the snow on the streets has been cleared, but everything around is still covered in white snow, and it is very beautiful under the fragmentary sunlight.

He took a deep breath, but was choked by the cold air, making Luo Yang cough uncontrollably.

The cough stopped, but Luo Yang, who was bent over, laughed.

I was really stupid by myself. I originally thought that I could have a detached demeanor like the heroine in the film and television works, but in the end I was choked by myself. Fortunately, there was no one around, otherwise it would be a shame. up.

Perhaps it was because of this interruption that diverted his attention, Luo Yang felt that his depressed mood just now was much better.

Standing at the gate on the first floor, Luo Yang sighed, then turned inside again.

It was four or five o'clock now, and he had to hurry up and finish the matter in hand. He already belonged to the one who enjoyed the [-]% discount, and he couldn't occupy other people's time.

He was facing Wei Ran who was walking down from the second floor.

He was wearing the red scarf that he also had, and he was running out of breath, with steaming white mist, but it looked like a ball of fire, as if it was going to burn everything around it.

"What's the matter?" Luo Yang looked at Wei Ran who hurried to his side, and asked.

Wei Ran looked at Luo Yang, who was nothing unusual, and quietly breathed a sigh of relief.

He thought that Luo Yang fell into the lonely mood of last night again.

"It's okay, I just wanted to tell you that Grandma Zhu called and asked us to have hot pot at their place in two nights."

"Then why are you running so fast? Isn't it early?" Luo Yang subconsciously raised his hand to rearrange Wei Ran's scattered scarves.

Wei Ran didn't pay attention to Luo Yang's actions, but just rolled his eyes, and then said: "I'm a little excited to receive the notification from Grandma Zhu! You also know that all the big meals we have eaten so far have been at their home. "

Luo Yang hooked the corner of his mouth.

"What? Do you dislike my cooking skills or your own cooking skills?"

When they were at home, although the two of them had agreed to take turns cooking, Luo Yang was always doing the cooking most of the time. Of course, Luo Yang didn't have any complaints. You will feel that your quality of life has improved linearly.

"In comparison, I even despise it." Wei Ran smiled after thinking about it seriously, and said this very seriously.

"Okay! If there is no comparison, there will be no harm. I admit it too." Luo Yang smiled and said, "Let's go! Go and see the progress of Teacher Wang and Lu Jing. Let's try to go back as soon as possible, and also give Grandma Zhu and Grandpa Zhu two people. handle."

The two smiled and walked up the stairs again.