In just two days, Xu Chaohan stayed in the hotel and spent most of his time on exercise.

Zhou Weiqing is like a cat who always sleeps thirsty, spending most of her time sleeping.

In her words, the resignation has been handed over, and now I am a free man. I like to sleep until what time it is, and even order takeout to deliver it to the door of the suite.

It can be seen that the previous work pressure really put this little girl down.

Sunday.

Xu Chaohan was wearing a casual outfit, a sky blue mask on his face, and a pocket in his hands, looking leisurely and contented.

Zhou Weiqing was very formal. She wore a beige formal outfit and wrapped her slender and soft figure, and had an elegant and dignified bun with her long breasts. She also had a pair of flat gold-rimmed glasses on the bridge of her nose.

In Zhou Weiqing's words, this is professionalism.

In Xu Chaohan's words, this is the temptation of uniforms.

The two are not on the same channel.

Chen Fei left the room, and Xu Chaohan pretended to take a casual look. The accommodation cost in the past few days was more than 6,000 yuan.

I didn't say anything, just remember something in my heart and don't forget it.

When he arrived at an office building near the park square in the suburbs of the city, Chen Fei parked the car and then led Xu Chaohan and Zhou Weiqing into the hall, then took the elevator and pressed B2.

The recording studio is underground. Even if you don’t need to pay too much attention to sound insulation, the recording studio is still covered with sound insulation cotton on all sides. There are big differences inside and outside the shed. In the recording studio, you always feel a strange sound in your ears.

Similar to auditory hallucination.

This is because it is caused in a too confined space, so it’s good to get used to it.

The tuner was a young man who was young but looked at him very serious. Chen Fei threw two packs of cigarettes and the two of them exchanged greetings for a while.

After the greetings, the tuner and Chen Fei walked to Xu Chaohan.

"I'll introduce it. This is my brother, Zhang Zhao, a senior tuner. He's so awesome in composition. Not to mention the arrangement of the music. The arrangements of the recent talent shows and the Good Voices of some students were all completed by him."

Awesome.

Xu Chaohan looked at Zhang Zhao after hearing this. The young man was very calm, without any satisfaction or pride.

"I received a call from Xiaofei a few days ago, but I'm too busy, so don't mind."

Zhang Zhao stretched out his hand. He was obviously a few years younger than Xu Chaohan and Chen Fei, but he was very upright, not afraid or arrogant, and spoke in a straightforward manner.

Xu Chaohan thought he was quite good at judging people, and knew that if he hadn't really worked, he wouldn't have developed such a temperament.

"It's okay, I took the liberty to bother."

Xu Chaohan smiled, and then handed the printed lyrics to Zhang Zhao.

"These songs are written in their spare time, they can sing and have melodies in their minds. However, they are a pure layman in their arrangement. I'm sorry to you through Chen Fei, please forgive me."

Xu Chaohan respects people who are capable. As long as you don’t have a problem with your character and have a temper, it’s normal.

It can be seen that Zhang Zhao belongs to the taciturn type of person who took the lyrics handed over by Xu Chaohan and read them for about ten minutes.

"Good word."

Whether a song is good or not depends on all aspects, but the lyrics are the top priority. As a professional, Zhang Zhao doesn't care about it.

It's indeed a good word.

This aspect is obvious to all.

Especially the song "The Brightest Star in the Night Sky", the lyrics are positive and the words just give people a feeling of progress. As long as the arrangement is not bad, a classic evaluation will not run away.

As an agent, Zhou Weiqing still knows more, after all, he has attended several training classes than a half-baked guy like Xu Chaohan.

"Teacher Zhang, Xu Chaohan doesn't understand very much. Don't mind. He just has a melody, but he doesn't have a DEMO. You need to worry about this."

Although arrangement and composition have similarities, they are actually two different fields.

Xu Chaohan now doesn’t even have a basic DEMO, only melody, arrangement, and yarn-

All he needs is melody creation, not just as simple as adding a few parts to prefabricate the voice and adding vocal harmony.

Composition requires extremely strong creative inspiration, which is laborious and difficult, and is much more difficult than arrangement.

It can be said that tuners have one calculation and arrangement is a basic skill. Not to mention how outstanding the ability is, at least they can see it through.

But composing music really requires talent and foundation.

"You sing first, I'll listen."

Zhang Zhao gave Zhou Weiqing a lot of face. From the meeting to now, he finally smiled and looked at Xu Chaohan.

Xu Chaohan was very powerful, without any slight distortion or embarrassment.

I saw a guitar placed on the sofa in the recording studio, and asked for it. After getting the approval, I copied it up and hugged it in my arms.

Sitting on the sofa, Xu Chaohan gently plucked the strings.

The tone is very beautiful.

‘The brightest star in the night sky

Can you hear it clearly

The man who looks up to it

Loneliness and sighs in my heart

oh the brightest star in the night sky

Can you remember

Once with me

The figure disappearing in the wind’

Xu Chaohan's voice was very comfortable. He did not deliberately pursue the sound texture, but sang lightly, but a layer of fine little bumps appeared on Zhou Weiqing's forearm.

It’s not how shocking this song was, but that she has listened to the chorus of this song countless times.

She even hesitated just now.

I was afraid that the full version of "The Brightest Star in the Night Sky" was not as outstanding as I imagined.

For a moment, she even had the idea of ​​hearing the full version, for fear that the real full version would ruin that classic chorus.

But when Xu Chaohan sang in a low voice, her heart began to beat violently.

The quiet artistic conception and romantic feelings projected in this song "The Brightest Star in the Night Sky" are moving.

"Come on—"

Zhou Weiqing clenched her fists secretly.

Section A is perfect, and next is Section B, which I am most familiar with and looking forward to most.

‘I pray for a transparent heart

And the eyes that will cry

Give me the courage to believe again

oh crosses the lie to hug you

Whenever I can't find the meaning of existence

Whenever I get lost in the dark

oh~The brightest star in the night sky

Please guide me to get close to you’

Hair is upright.

This is Zhou Weiqing's feeling.

There is a trembling comfort in all the pores on the body.

This feeling is like I was expecting 90 points in the exam.

But as soon as the curls were sent, I felt that I was just passing the exam.

But when the bright red 100-point test paper is sent, the huge impact and surprises bring more than just simple scores!

It's over if you're awesome!

Zhou Weiqing couldn't help but say something swearing in her heart.

One song is over.

Chen Fei didn't know the influence of this song, so he just nodded and praised it very well.

Zhang Zhao hugged his arms against the wall from beginning to end, and when Xu Chaohan put down his guitar, his expression remained calm and unpredictable.

But everyone present could clearly feel that his eyes behind his thick lenses were much brighter.

For a tuner and songwriter, meeting a song that can be called a classic is enough to burn adrenaline.

What should I do in this business?

Isn’t it just to witness the true classics that make the world crazy through your own hands?

That kind of excitement is something that money cannot buy.

"Xiao Li."

Zhang Zhao thought about it, and after a long time, he pressed the inside phone number.

"Let me turn off the arrangements for the past two days, it's time to do it."
Chapter completed!