equal loudness curve

The weather on Thursday was very good. Tang Zhuojian looked at his class schedule and found that luckily there was a class in the first period in the morning, and then he was free for the whole day, so he sent Bie Han a WeChat message saying that it would be around 11:30.

Early in the morning, during Mao’s class, Tang Zhuo was sitting sleepily in the classroom. Xiao Hui, who was sitting next to him, might have yawned [-] times. He lay on the table, turned his head sleepily and said to Tang Zhuo Jian: : "I checked Weibo yesterday..."

As soon as he started, Tang Zhuojian knew what he was going to say, and he closed his eyes in love.

"I saw two photos of Aite and you together, um, Kuo Yi, the monster Kuo Ai Tang, just posted a video and Kuo Yi ran into fans." Then, Xiao Hui yawned again, and asked slowly, " Here comes the question, your fans said they met you and your husband, who is your husband? The new boyfriend? Why don’t you pull it out and I’ll see you?”

Tang Zhuojian felt that the only way to explain it clearly was with Xiao Hui, he said word by word: "I just typed that song casually, but when I went out to eat with my friends, I ran into them, and they asked me if it was my husband. I said no, that's my friend. The husband I admit has always been Cold, understand?"

"Oh, the only designated husband, aha, have you ever thought that Cold in the game is actually a bald, beer-bellied old man in his 40s who loves to smoke and drink, beats his wife at home?" Xiao replied.

Tang Zhuojian shrugged indifferently: "It has nothing to do with me, and I don't really want to be with him and worship him, so I just called him."

Worship this man and remember your youth.

Xiao thought about it and thought it was the same, so he didn't ask any more questions, only feeling that some classmates turned their heads and glanced at them at any time.

It was not yet 11:30 when Tang Zhuo saw the Biehan recording studio. When he arrived, he met Zhu Qunfei at the door.

"Hi, old man!" Zhu Qunfei greeted him.

Tang Zhuojian nodded slightly.

"Come to record?"

"Ah."

"It's hard work, it's so early!" Zhu Qunfei admired, "A mentally handicapped child like Wen Haishan must still be sleeping now!"

"Ha ha."

Tang Zhuo saw that today he brought Juewei duck neck, a big bag, and put it on the table. Zhu Qunfei swallowed his saliva when he smelled it, and said sadly: "It smells so good, but I haven't eaten breakfast yet. It's so spicy, can I eat it?"

What does it have to do with breakfast?Tang Zhuojian thought about it, but didn't say it. He also had the experience of getting up in the morning and eating hot pot directly. Sichuan people are not afraid of eating spicy food on an empty stomach.

Although he was slandering and mocking, he remained calm on the surface: "It's okay, just put it here, and eat it later if you want to eat."

"Tang Zhuo sees that you are really a good person!" Zhu Qunfei was moved.

Bie Han was already getting ready in the recording studio. Seeing Tang Zhuojian come in, he asked him to go in and sing whatever songs he wanted, practice his voice, and open up his voice.

Zhu Qunfei brought the Juewei duck neck to the recording studio, put it in front of Biehan, and smiled sinisterly. Afraid that Tang Zhuo might hear it, he also checked that the track connecting the inner and outer microphones was off, and then whispered Go to his side and say, "Here, your wife brought the Juewei duck neck."

Bie Han turned his head and glanced at him with a hint of warning.

"Oh, haha, I'm just kidding!" Zhu Qunfei laughed, he got up this morning and checked Weibo to see a video of guitar playing and singing, but accidentally clicked on it, hey, isn't this Tang Zhuojian?After reading the whole thing, I sighed that the song was really good, so I clicked on Tang Zhuojian’s Weibo and looked through it, and found that there were not many interesting things, most of them were some words that Tang Zhuojian was talking to himself. I understand, I don’t know what he’s talking about, but I still clicked on the follow, and then saw two group photos with Tang Zhuojian in a related article, one of them, and Bie Han, even though it was far behind, but he still saw it , and then he flipped through the comments, and found that they were all talking about Tang Zhuojian and his husband.

Zhu Qunfei didn't know why, although he knew it was self-entertainment by fans, it didn't affect him using it to amuse Bie Han.

"The first time I went to eat pizza behind my back, and the second time I went to Chunxi Road behind my back, and even took in a wife, you might lose me." Zhu Qunfei said, with a slight grievance on his face.

Bie Han pushed him away impatiently: "Go do your business, don't bother me here."

"Then I want to ask you something else. When will our ELC become a big international company?" Zhu Qunfei smiled and asked with a Taiwanese accent.

Bie Han glared at him: "Are you shaking M? Do you want to be scolded a little more?"

"You really lost me. You have a wife and you forgot about your brother." Zhu Qunfei said sadly.

"If you don't leave, you may lose the meaning of living." Bie Han said coldly, and then Zhu Qunfei ran away quickly.

Hey, he didn't want to lose the meaning of living.

How to make a bowl of water level is probably the most troublesome question for Biehan now, and the future of ELC itself is also unknown.

The few other people haven't come yet, Zhu Qunfei can only play with his mobile phone in the hall by himself.

Tang Zhuojian felt that it was almost done, went out to drink a glass of water, and told Bie Han that it was time to start recording.

"Do you still remember what you said yesterday?" Bie Han asked him, and followed him into the recording studio.

"Yeah." Don't dare to forget, I don't want to experience the thing of being beaten to softness again.

Because Ma Yi hadn't come yet, Bie Han went in to check it himself, showed Tang Zhuo the headset, checked the height of the microphone, and came out without any problems.

"Sing it first and let me listen."

Open the project file and play it. Bie Han sat quietly on the chair and watched Tang Zhuojian play through the transparent glass.

Bie Han's circle of friends covers a wide range, from home to abroad, there are several social apps, music circles, entertainment circles, record company musicians, all-round coverage, so after the Weibo about Tang Zhuojian came out, it really has a good relationship Friends in the circle came to tease him, asking if he was finally planning to come out publicly.

How should he answer this?This matter had nothing to do with him, so he could only reply one by one that it was taken by the client's fans.

Well, yes, he has a cold personality and is known as a workaholic. He is either at work or at work. Even if he invites a good friend a thousand times, he may not come out once. Such a person comes out alone with his clients After eating, I met a fan of the client and agreed to take a group photo. The group photo was posted on Weibo, with the client and the client's husband in the accompanying text.

?

Are you kidding me?How does he wash it?

So don't worry about it anymore, let's say what you like.

Tang Zhuojian sang along, his condition was fine, and he had dealt with what he said yesterday, Bie Han nodded to him, and said to him: "Well, it's officially recorded."

For Tang Zhuojian, the hard work of the past few days is worth it, at least he has gained something. As a singer, whether it is on the scene or in the recording studio, it is very important to perform stably. This is also thanks to Bie Han.

For the official recording, Bie Han was more demanding than when he was alone instructing him. He almost sang every sentence and stopped every sentence. perfect.

Sing this song as coherently and completely as possible, if you are really dissatisfied, record it separately, record the breath separately, and finally record the harmony according to the composition.

After recording the whole song, Tang Zhuowian sang the main theme intermittently more than 30 times. When I came out to watch it, I only saw the full-color waveform on the screen.

"Are you looking for the best one?" Tang Zhuojian asked. After singing for the whole afternoon, he was already dizzy and didn't know which one was the best.

Bie Han shook his head: "Find the best sentence."

"Oh." Tang Zhuo understood.

I recorded it more than 30 times, and I had to listen to each sentence more than 30 times. Select the best sentence and drag it up, continue to listen to the second sentence, and then intercept it.

"Will it be very hard?" Tang Zhuojian frowned. It seemed that the workload was huge.

I thought Bie Han would be more modest, but he said directly: "Yes."

"... Oh, that's hard work." Tang Zhuojian rubbed his nose, he couldn't share this, otherwise he would like to share some of the workload for Bie Han.

"Yeah." Bie Han simply classified the project, then closed the file, turned off the computer, stood up, "wait for two days before mixing."

"It's good to rest for two days." Tang Zhuojian said to himself.

He remembered the homework of the elective course, hesitated for a while, and showed Bie Han the picture sent by the teacher: "I have an homework, but I don't understand it. Can you...help me see these pictures?"

Bie Han just glanced at the picture and the question, and said lightly: "The first full-band musical instrument is a piano, a sine wave, the second waveform has a fundamental frequency of 400, and its harmonics are its harmonics, which are multiplied by one-third. The process is accumulated sequentially, the third is the sound field diagram and the spectrum diagram, and the fourth is about 60dB for normal human speech, and about 20dB for strong sound absorption."

Tang Zhuojian quickly wrote down his answer in the memo, then raised his head and smiled at him: "Thank you!" Finally, he didn't have to keep pulling his hair.

At seven o'clock in the evening, it turned out that I stayed in this isolated recording studio for a whole day, and I didn't eat at noon.

Tang Zhuojian sat for a while and planned to go back and order some takeaway, but Bie Han stopped him before he left: "What's up tonight?"

"Huh?" Tang Zhuo was stunned for a moment, then shook his head, "No."

"Let's go, treat you to hot pot."

hot pot! ! !

Tang Zhuo saw a bright light in his eyes, and he agreed almost without hesitation. Before going out the day before, Xiao Hui clinged to show off, and unexpectedly even though he refused, he still got hot pot!

People from Sichuan, the blood that bleeds smells like hot pot.

Once again, Bie Han took Tang Zhuojian out for dinner behind Zhu Qunfei's back, and when Zhu Qunfei found out, he exploded.

"He used to bring us when he went out to eat, why not now!!"

"He went out with Tang Zhuo." Wen Haishan said sadly, like Zhu Qunfei, he was completely ignored by Bie Han, and Tang Moyan at least went out to eat pizza with them.

This gap is huge. Zhu Qunfei and Bie Han have known each other for the longest time among several people. A steamed bun can be divided into two halves, but now it has changed.

"I remember, Bie Han is gay." Zhu Qunfei was sad and indignant.

Wen Haishan was not sad when he heard gossip, he was very interested: "Really? How do you know? Has he ever had a boyfriend before?"

Zhu Qunfei hesitated to speak, and patted Wen Haishan on the back: "It's not important. Let's go, brother is in charge today, I'll take you out, hey, I don't want you to pay."

"real?!"

"Ok!"

"Okay~" Wen Haishan's interest comes and goes even faster.

Bie Han seldom goes out to eat in person. The worst thing is to order takeaway, or cook it at home. After finally going to the restaurant, these followers in the recording studio basically follow him. No, there are still several days in a row, which is unique.

"This restaurant tastes good, and the ingredients are relatively fresh." Sitting down in the corner of the hotpot restaurant by the window, Bie Han explained to Tang Zhuojian.

It's the peak season for hot pot, and they were lucky. A table of two people left as soon as they came, and there were three, four, five people queuing outside, so they came in first.

The smell of hot pot strongly stimulates the sense of smell, accompanied by pepper and chili oil, there is a fragrance in the middle of each table, and a circle of dishes is arranged around the table.

"You order what you want." Bie Han handed over the menu, and Tang Zhuojian quickly ticked off a few must-order items for him to eat hot pot.

Hairy belly, duck intestines, fat beef, shrimp slippery, potatoes, brown sugar glutinous rice cakes!

"Here." Tang Zhuojian was satisfied after ordering.

He thinks Bie Han is a good person, a good person who can accurately grasp his thoughts.

"Hello, what kind of pot do you want?" The waitress came over and took the menu.

"Red pot, medium spicy, do you eat spicy?" After talking about medium spicy, Tang Zhuo Jian remembered that he didn't ask Bie Han for his opinion.

"Well, it's medium spicy."

"Okay, where's the drink? What do you need?"

Bie Han signaled to Tang Zhuo Jian, so Tang Zhuo Jian thought about it and waved his hand: "Half a dozen beers!"

Eating hot pot is of course drinking beer, what kind of soy milk Wanglaoji?

The hot pot restaurant is always very noisy, and most of the decorations are warm red, coupled with the full of spicy and noisy environment, Tang Zhuo Jian has a lot of energy.

"Have you regained your spirit?" Bie Han asked, because Tang Zhuo saw that when he just came out of the recording studio, he was languid beside him, so he almost sat on the ground with his legs limp.

"Yeah, eating hot pot without energy is disrespect for hot pot." Tang Zhuojian said while mixing seasonings for himself, and asked the waiter to bring him a piece of dried chili noodles, intending to dip it and eat it later.

After all, there will be no recording tomorrow, so you don’t need to pay attention to diet and sleep, just let go of eating. If there is recording, hot pot, chili, beer, etc. are impossible.

Bie Han just looked at him like he had eaten candy, covered his face with one hand and smiled.

"How's your drinking capacity?" Tang Zhuojian asked.

"Generally, half a dozen will make you drunk, but it won't be broken." Bie Han answered truthfully.

Tang Zhuojian said "tsk" twice, and shook his head: "No, I won't even blush after drinking a dozen." In fact, it's not that exaggerated. When Tang Zhuojian really finished drinking a dozen, he might vomit for three days. Lying at home for three days, and not being able to sing for another half a month.

"Really?" Bie Han didn't doubt its authenticity, but kept a smile on his face, "Protect your throat and drink less."

"It's less, sometimes it's just one or two bottles, and it's usually once or twice a year when I drink a lot, usually during the Chinese New Year, when friends come out to get together and try to persuade them to drink. I didn't drink that much before. I made a boyfriend in a while..." Speaking of this, Tang Zhuojian paused, and realized that he seemed to have said something that shouldn't be said, and immediately made a joke to fool him, "That's right, I met a lot of friends in Hunan, and I can drink too much Yes, it was poured out alive for me."

Bie Han listened carefully, without interrupting him or questioning him.

"In short, I have nothing to fear in the banquet!" Finally, Tang Zhuo Jian made a summary for himself.

"Really?" Bie Han didn't ask Tang Zhuojian how much water he had mixed with himself, but just followed his words lightly, but the result made Tang Zhuojian a little guilty.

He hasn't had a drink during Chinese New Year this year, so it's been two years since he drank more than one bottle. What if his drinking capacity drops?Luckily, I only ordered half a dozen, and each divided half to calculate three bottles for each person. There are only three bottles, so it is impossible to get drunk no matter what, right?

What's more, he is a person with a bottom line, he doesn't think he is familiar with Bie Han enough to get drunk and let him take him home with confidence, so let's have three small bottles and talk about it.