equal loudness curve

Chunxi Road is the center of Chengdu, and Taikoo Li is a well-known "nail house" in Chengdu. It is a row of low-rise buildings in the architectural style of a Chinese ancient town. Tang Zhuojian and his friends can basically eat a meal here with a four-figure price.Well, the recording studio of this great god is still in the high-rise building between Taikoo Li and Chunxi Road.

Judging from the list of lyrics given, there are four staff members in the recording studio, and there are too many bands. Tang Zhuojian hesitated for a while, and went to the opposite side to buy more than 20 cups of boba milk tea.

Because there were too many, the little brother of the clerk helped Tang Zhuojian to carry the milk tea up to the 39th floor.

The whole floor belonged to the same group of people. As soon as the elevator door opened, there was a dark brown double-leaf fingerprint lock door. The door was half-closed, and there was no response after knocking twice. Tang Zhuojian opened it carefully.

It is still a dark brown carpet, and you can hardly hear a sound when you step on it. The room behind the door is about 20 square meters, with coffee tables and sofas. At first glance, it looks like a living room. There are four doors on both sides, facing There is a line of letters on the wall of the door: ELC (Equal Loudness Contour).

Tang Zhuojian smiled and said to the little brother who helped him carry the milk tea, "Put it on the tea table, thank you."

"You're welcome." The little brother smiled, then turned and left.

……

so?

Tang Zhuojian stood there, feeling extremely embarrassed for a moment, and couldn't hear any other sounds in the sealed environment, but it didn't matter if he stood still, or knocked on the door. The most important thing was, which of the three doors should he knock on?

After dawdling for a long time, Tang Zhuo Jian still attacked the door closest to him.

"Are you?" A foreigner came to open the door, looking like an Ostrogoth?Roman?Tang Zhuowian didn't think too much, and immediately explained his reason for coming to him, and the other party seemed to know what was going on, with a suddenly realized expression, he expressed in Chinese and rich body language that he was quite familiar with: "Tang Zhuo Jian, oh, yes, hello, my name is Ma Yi, come in, come in." After speaking, he pointed to the room behind him.

Tang Zhuojian hesitated for a moment, and suddenly became a little unlovable, his mouth opened, closed, opened again, and finally said awkwardly: "I bought some milk tea." He pointed to the entire tea table full of milk tea, Then I saw the foreigner's jaw drop.

Ma Yi was stunned. He had never seen so many milk teas appearing in front of him at the same time. He was a little stunned, but he quickly realized that he pointed to the table of milk teas and said, "This is a gift. Give it to me." Is our gift right?"

"Correct."

"Oh Mamma Mia, thank you, thank you so much! I'll take it myself!" Since it's a gift for them, it's theirs.Ma Yi was not stingy with his joy at all, walked over generously and stretched out his hand through five bags, and carried one or two cups in his hand, and took a dozen cups with both hands, and happily signaled Tang Zhuojian to follow him with his chin enter the door.

This was really the most embarrassing gift-giving, Tang Zhuojian touched his nose, feeling at a loss as to where to start, but he could only pretend nothing happened.

Behind the door is a long corridor, and there are three doors in the long corridor. Tang Zhuojian followed Ma Yi into the middle one. As soon as he opened the door, Tang Zhuojian sighed silently in his heart, he is really rich.

A fairly large room, a fairly large table that looks like a tailor-made table, three computer screens are lined up side by side, the middle one is estimated to be 42 inches, the two next to it are slightly smaller, about 34 inches, and there is one below An 88-key midi keyboard, several synthesizers and two double-row keys next to it, monitor speakers in the left, right and front, and three in the back, forming a 5.1 surround sound field environment. There are more than a dozen machines stacked next to the screen. There should be hardware such as sound cards and preamps. There is a complete set of recording equipment and a mixing console at the front. Some guitars and basses are placed by the wall. Countless efforts have been made on the walls for sound insulation and sound absorption, including the ceiling and the floor. .

Tang Zhuojian silently looked away. He had seen this kind of battle when he was in Baidu HandsZimmer studio.

A sound-proof glass separates the two rooms. Looking behind the glass, you can see the inside of the recording studio, music stands, chairs, microphones, cables, etc. The recording studio is several times larger than the room he is in, and it seems to be enough to accommodate A full symphony orchestra, and a middle compartment, also separated by glass, houses the mixing console.

When he was looking at Bie Han's work place, Bie Han who was sitting in front of the computer also turned his head and glanced at him casually.

"Tang Zhuojian?" Bie Han called out to him, pulling back his eyes that revealed emotion.

"Hello." Tang Zhuo saw that he came back to his senses and nodded slightly towards him. There was no embarrassment on his face when he told Li Shirui. There was no way, he thought this recording studio was more attractive to him than Bie Han.

"Well, sit down for a while, the band members haven't come yet." Bie Han motioned to the sofa next to him with his chin.

"it is good."

Tang Zhuojian arrived four or ten minutes earlier. It was expected that the band members hadn't arrived yet. He followed Bie Han's gaze and sat on the nearest sofa, his back slightly straight, his hands crossed naturally in front of him, his gaze It finally fell on Bie Han.

It's been more than a year since I saw him, and it's not the same as the last time I saw him on the show. At that time, he felt that Bie Han was very oppressive, but he didn't feel that strong when we met face to face.It's the first time I didn't take a closer look at Bie Han's face. From a close distance, he is really a delicate handsome guy, exuding the smell of restraint, and he is not a talker at first sight.

"Come on, drink milk tea!" Ma took a cup of the milk tea that had just been put down and handed it to Bie Han.

Bie Han didn't realize it for a while, and glanced back, and saw the milk tea on the whole table.

"..."

"...What's the matter with these milk teas?"

Tang Zhuowian raised his hand: "Uh, sorry, I bought it. I wanted to buy a cup for each of you, as well as the musicians in the band. Rehearsals always take energy. Drink some milk tea to replenish your energy." Zhuo Jian is talking nonsense in a serious manner.

Bie Han shifted his eyes from the milk tea to Tang Zhuojian, stared at him for two seconds, suddenly smiled, reached out to take the milk tea in Ma Yi's hand, and was not polite to him: "It's hard work, you think so much. Ma One, call Haishan and the others to fetch them.”

"it is good!"

There were only two people left in the room, Tang Zhuojian tried his best to behave naturally, it seemed that he was not greatly affected by the last draft, after all, that was the only time he and Bie Han met.

"I didn't know they sang this song for you." Bie Han said suddenly, after thinking about it, he added, "It's pretty good, your voice is very good, and it's very suitable."

"Thank you."

Even if it is said that Bie Han still remembers Tang Zhuojian, it would be even more embarrassing. After all, Tang Zhuojian was not succeeded by the "hidden rules" and was reintroduced into the refugee camp. He missed the Avenue of Stars and returned to the lives of poor people.

Bie Han took a sip of the milk tea, the sweetness disappeared in his mouth, and the taste of the boba was soft and sticky. At this point, he looked up again at Tang Zhuojian.

It’s really the first time I saw someone go to meet someone and buy a table of milk tea, because most people choose vulgar but practical fruits, and more choices among men may be loose cigarettes.

"Ma Yi is a sound amplifier engineer. He will help me in the recording studio. If you have any questions, you can talk to him. His Chinese is pretty good, so don't be polite to him." Bie Han said.His voice was filled with a sense of warmth, not as cold as his face, but it didn't carry much warmth.

"it is good."

Seeing that they were about to fall into silence, the door was pushed open abruptly.

"Boss! What's the matter?" A long-haired girl... a man walked in.

When Tang Zhuo turned his head to look at the person coming, he saw him as a woman at first glance, because he was too thin and had long hair reaching his waist, but he immediately judged that he was a man because he spoke, besides, he was still walking behind him. Two men came in, and they looked much more normal.

Bie Han pointed to the milk tea on the table, and said flatly, "Take a cup for each person."

Just like Ma Yi's first glance, the three people who came in were completely taken aback when they saw the table full of milk tea.

"What the fuck? Why are there so many milk teas? Boss, did you buy them? Why are you planning to open a milk tea shop?"

"Sorry, I bought it." Without waiting for Bie Han to speak, Tang Zhuojian stood up on his own, bowed slightly to them, and said politely, "I will come here to rehearse and disturb you these few days, so I brought some milk tea Come up, and some are for friends in the band."

Only then did the long-haired man see that there was another person here, a face he had never seen before, so he didn't want to be too arrogant, so he forced a wave of seriousness: "Hey, you are too polite, it's just a small matter, rehearsal It’s just rehearsal, why don’t you need to buy things, hey, my name is Zhu Qunfei, what about you?”

"Pig... Qunfei?" Tang Zhuojian silently played with these three words in his mind, then imitated Zhu Qunfei and nodded solemnly, "Hello, my name is Tang Zhuojian."

"Tang Zhuojian?" Zhu Qunfei was thoughtful, "What is your relationship with Tang Xuejian?"

"...It doesn't matter." He replied calmly. He had nothing to do with the protagonist of "Legend of Sword and Fairy", and he only took "true knowledge".

"Oh. Here, this is Wen Haishan, Tang Moyan." Zhu Qunfei pointed to the two people beside him. Wen Haishan looked a little younger, probably about the same age as Tang Zhuojian, or even younger. He stood behind Tang Moyan, showing half of his body. Looking at Tang Zhuojian curiously, after a while, he took a step forward and said in a timid voice, "Well, I like to drink a little milk tea, can I have two cups?"

Before Tang Zhuojian could answer, Zhu Qunfei cast a contemptuous look and shouted, "How can you be so capable? You are young and thick-skinned. You just want two drinks. Why don't you go to heaven? Oh, I'll go!" Hurry up and put your halazi away, and give it to me." The words were filled with a thick northeast accent, almost making Tang Zhuo laugh, so he could only bear it.

"You don't care! I'm not asking you! Why are you talking so much! Did you buy it? Are you annoying! Damn mentally retarded!" Wen Haishan was very dissatisfied, facing Zhu Qunfei, he obviously didn't speak to Tang Zhuojian That kind of submissiveness came out immediately, and he rolled his eyes at Zhu Qunfei.

"It's okay, you take it." Tang Zhuo said with a half-smile.

"Thank you!" Wen Haishan looked at Tang Zhuojian gratefully, then turned his head and glared at Zhu Qunfei, silently filled in the small notebook with vengeance in his heart, and then received the latter's cold snort.

Tang Moyan, on the other hand, has aged a lot. According to visual estimation, he is the oldest, and relatively the most stable. He stood by the side and did not speak. Seeing Tang Zhuo's gaze drifting over, he nodded to him and said, "Thanks for your hard work." .”

After Zhu Qunfei and Wen Haishan pushed and shoved a few times, they each shook their heads and ignored each other.

"Brother dei, did you drive here?" Zhu Qunfei asked suddenly.

Tang Zhuojian was stunned for a moment, then shook his head: "No, I came here by bus."

Zhu Qunfei said in a regretful manner: "Hey, you brought so much milk tea, I thought you came here by car. I want to ask how much your car cost?"

ha?

"Oh, I'm going! Go do your work, are you bored? Crazy!" Seeing that Zhu Qunfei was about to fall ill, Tang Moyan wailed, and immediately pulled him behind him, and smiled at Tang Zhuojian, "I'm sorry , this person is acquainted, as soon as he sees someone who is pleasing to the eye, he wants to talk nonsense with others, don't take it to heart, I am their mouth and their ears, just tell me what you have, you must never Never mind."

"It's okay." Tang Zhuo saw that he didn't care, and sat back on the sofa.

Several people greeted each other, took milk tea as if they were receiving a lunch box, and left. Tang Zhuojian heard Zhu Qunfei's dissatisfied voice outside: "What's wrong with the people from the Northeast? Hey, acquaintance is fate! No, my face is messed up again." , My face looks really good..." Before finishing listening, the door closed.

Only Ma spread his hands, shrugged, and walked into the recording studio silently, and began to adjust the microphone and check the equipment taken out of the warehouse.

"They are like this. They are noisy every day. Tang Moyan usually doesn't let them out. He feels ashamed." Bie Han explained to Tang Zhuojian while adjusting some data on a certain machine.

Tang Zhuojian only responded, he didn't feel any discomfort, he just thought that they should have a good relationship.

No one spoke, Tang Zhuo saw that he was playing with his mobile phone, and saw the WeChat message from Xiao Hui: [My mother □□wow!The evildoer Kuoai Tang, you posted a video and gained 570 trillion 210 followers! ]

What the hell, Tang Zhuo saw that he suddenly remembered that he seemed to have posted a video on Weibo yesterday, so he opened it casually and wanted to take a look at it, but he was completely shocked by the successive messages on Weibo.

@暴走音控: Damn it, listen carefully, come and listen to my Amway little brother who sang until I wanted to cry! //@萌萌链杨杨: I only watched the video before, so far away, the male god is so good-looking, so nice to hear! //@李子叔叔: It’s my husband!Husband posted a video! //@jjjunhabun: Damn what a goddamn voice! //@唐瑟见的husband: I am the happiest person in the world!

@lazy to think nickname: I'm dead, this voice is absolutely amazing! //@盛世-: Don't stop me when I'm in love! //@精神视频收集v: The playing and singing video sent by the little brother who was previously called a monster!Original song!Is this voice singing for the Jade Emperor? It's so nice! @唐瑟见: Sing it to your husband. 【video】

@白痴小居: Nice song, nice voice, real name recommendation for this little brother, ah, if I don’t like it after listening to it, I die in place! //@先生音乐选择v: Surprised, this song made the whole editor psychedelic, it has been circulating for a day, and it has become a fan! @唐瑟见: Sing it to your husband. 【video】

Tang Zhuojian was stunned. This was the first time his Weibo retweet had a four-digit number, and it was retweeted by a big V. He originally wanted to sing and sing by himself, but he didn't expect it.

He rubbed his nose and was suddenly at a loss. He really just recorded it casually. He didn’t bother to re-record the lyrics after he sang the wrong lyrics. It was just a waste of time writing the harmony, but he didn’t expect to turn it around in less than a day. Go out more, and add two more comments per refresh.

Hastily flipped through a few pages, probably the comments were all praising him for his singing skills, begging to get married in place, etc., so he didn't read any more, went through the circle of friends, and returned to Xiao Hui and a few others who were probably also on Weibo. Bo saw a message from a friend who posted the video.

Tang Zhuojian: [Seeing it, it means that your proposal is not bad. ]

Xiao Hui: [Immortal Banban, my evildoer Kuo Ai Tang, if you become popular in the future, don’t forget me! ]

Tang Zhuoxian: [If I become popular, I will be the first to block you. ]

Xiao Hui: [Fuck me!Where is your face?Le Mo is so hypocritical under his handsome face? ]

Tang Zhuojian never felt that he was so shockingly handsome, he fell in love at a glance, at most he was not bad, so that he could comfort his fans who liked him because they really liked his singing.

Tang Zhuojian: [I think it's okay, not that handsome, anyway, everyone around me is prettier than me. ]

Xiao Hui: [Cauldron, wake up, what school and major did you study in?You go out of school to see Nan? ]

Tang Zhuojian: [Oh, let's do it. ]

Thinking about it this way, Tang Zhuojian felt that it made sense, so he turned on the front camera of the mobile phone and took a look - it was actually not bad, he had never paid attention to maintenance, but his skin had no blemishes, and his facial features were correct, not too much in recent years The popular femininity looks like the most eye-catching sunny boy on the basketball court that little girls like.

Hmm—the cloudy boy, in fact, he doesn't like sunshine that much, and he doesn't like pure justice, just like he appreciates villains more in many movies.

That's why he chose a priest when he was playing games. A job that looks holy actually contains both the holy and the shadow...

"cough."

Tang Zhuojian heard Bie Han cough lightly, regained consciousness in an instant, put down the phone, looked at Bie Han, and saw that the other party was looking at him with a smile on his face.

Dry!What is he doing!Tang Zhuo saw that he didn't hang up in one breath, this was the first time he looked at himself so carefully with the front of the mobile phone, it was really the first time, and he was seen by others, he said awkwardly: "Uh, I'm sorry. "

Bie Han laughed out loud: "Do you need help?"

Dry!Tang Zhuo saw that he was cursing in his heart, and quickly shook his head: "No, thank you, I just want to see if I have gained weight recently."

Hey, can you tell if you are fat or thin just by looking at your face?can.

Bie Han scanned him around, and said solemnly: "No, it doesn't matter, you look pretty."

Tang Zhuojian pursed his lips and smiled bitterly: "Thank you."

He just posted a video and got a wave of fans on Weibo, so the question is, do these fans like his face, or do they like to listen to his singing?

It would be nice if he didn't look so good-looking, and all problems would be solved.

Tang Zhuojian has already acquiesced in his heart: I, Tang Zhuojian, are handsome.