"Sister Chen, you can get it first. There are some samples I recorded and the score on your phone. You can get it first. We will focus on recording songs for you in the past few days. I will tell you something."

Chen Yao is a professional singer and can understand the score. Duoduo can read the piano score. The score is a bit difficult, so he can only teach it one sentence at a time.

"I can do it, boss, you are busy, I will practice it first."

Chen Yao did not dare to ask too much. She passed the sample and music scores on Ye Mingxuan's mobile phone to her phone and respectfully returned Ye Mingxuan's mobile phone to him.

"By the way, Sister Chen, I'm short of time and I can leave at any time. I have prepared two songs for you. After this song is recorded, I will pass the other song to you. Come on!"

"Thanks!"

Chen Yao said thank you so much, and she didn't know anything about the chicks. The quality of a song can be roughly seen. It is said that her boss Jiang Lang has exhausted all his talents. She firmly believes that Ye Mingxuan's talent must be more than those before, but fortunately she persisted.

Chen Yao was a professional recording engineer audition, and Ye Mingxuan took Duoduo to find a singing room and took a guitar.

"Brother, do I want to sing too?"

Duoduo asked holding Ye Mingxuan's big hand, staring at his big eyes with his head raised.

"Don't you like it?"

Ye Mingxuan gently touched Duoduo's little head. It was time to compensate the little guy. He came back this time and was so arrogant with him.

My brother wrote a song for her. Duoduo felt so beautiful. He was so happy when he walked. She liked it as long as it was given to her by her brother.

"Brother, did we sing together?"

"It will be very hard to sing solo for you!"

Ye Mingxuan has no intention of posting songs for the time being. It would be better to downplay his identity as a singer. After recording this variety show, he will concentrate on making movies in the future.

Sitting down with the guitar in his arms, Ye Mingxuan slowly sang: "Which girl is I welcome Fenfang under the warm sun

I walked on the bridge

You play the piano and play sad

Little girl singing by the bridge, your eyes are flowing

You said that one person is showing off one's strength and thinking of his hometown alone."

"Hehe, brother, you're so funny!"

Hearing the word "girl", Duoduo couldn't help laughing secretly. She felt that her brother was singing about herself, holding Ye Mingxuan's neck and acting coquettish.

"Stinky girl, will you bit your nose if you are disobedient?"

Ye Mingxuan put Duoduo's forehead on his forehead, put the guitar aside, and carefully held her arm.

"No, no, brother, your mouth is smelly!"

Duoduo covered his little Qiong's nose, as if he was really afraid that Ye Mingxuan would bite her nose.

"How much did you remember in that passage just now?"

"Down on the laziness, I'm swaying. Whose girl is it? I'm walking...? Brother, where have you gone?"

I just laughed secretly, but I still remember the lyrics. Duoduo couldn't remember it, so I had to ask for help from my brother.

“On that little bridge.”

"Oh, I walked on that little bridge! But, I didn't walk on the bridge?"

Just as I sang a sentence, Duoduo's strange questions came up.

"It's my dad's girl. My brother is so stupid. I don't know this!"

Duoduo covered his mouth and smiled sly.

"You're such a bad guy, look at the lyrics."

Ye Mingxuan tuned out the score of his mobile phone. He couldn't understand the score, but he could understand the words.

"Brother, sing it to you first."

Forget it, just say guitar or something. Duoduo is enough to be accurate as long as it is pronounced. You can't ask too much. How old is she? As long as she is happy, it's all over.

"You look elegant and graceful.

Sitting on the bridge I listen to your singing

I said your fragrance is my girl by the bridge

I've carved you to my heart

Girl by the bridge, your sorrow

I don't want you to wander.

There is such a girl next to the bridge head under the warm sun

She has long black hair and bright eyes

Girl, you make my heart rippling, the little deer is bumping around

You said no one was wandering around alone

You look graceful and generous

Sitting on the bridge I listen to your singing

I said your fragrance is my girl by the bridge

I've carved you to my heart

Girl by the bridge, your sorrow

I don't want you to wander."

Ye Mingxuan simply thinks this song is good and does not require much good singing skills, especially for Duoduo, sing every word clearly and sing it correctly, everything is easy to say. Moreover, Ye Mingxuan does not intend to make a complicated soundtrack for this song "Girl by the Bridge". Simple guitar singing can better reflect the crispness and purity of Duoduo's childish voice.

"Brother, it's so long. Are you singing with me? OK?"

Duoduo was worried when he looked at the long lyrics. He had to memorize the text at school. Finally, his parents were not around at home, and his brother asked him to memorize the lyrics. It was so hard!

"This is only a few words, be obedient!"

Ye Mingxuan plans to make Duoduo's songs tonight. At worst, it's just a sound edit. There is no need to officially publish them on the music platform. It's just a meager and I'll listen to them for free.

"No, you sing the front bit, I sing the middle one."

When he pouted his mouth, he felt a little sweat due to the hot weather. Duoduo rubbed the sweat on Ye Mingxuan's face on his short sleeve.

"Brother, I want to have ice cream!"

“Eating tooth will cause tooth decay!”

After pinching the little man's nose, Ye Mingxuan put her down and stuck it on his body very hot.

"Can you sing first?"

"When I go home, I want to have ice cream?"

"Only one is allowed to be eaten after the deal."

Two hands, one big and one small, hit high fives in the air, reached an agreement, picked up the guitar again and held it in your arms, and taught Duoduo to sing over and over again.

After more than two hours of practice, Duoduo finally sang well. He drank some honey water for Duoduo, held her little hand, and tried to record it first.

In the recording studio, several band members signed by companies were still recording arrangement tracks. Chen Yao, who was wearing ears, sang songs indifferently. After listening for a while, Chen Yao's tone was a little dumb, which was quite different from the version he imagined, but his unique Sangxin made this song unique.

The overall feeling is pretty good, but the singing style of the two songs prepared by Ye Mingxuan cannot experience the beauty of the songs at all. Chen Yao did not sing like this before.

While singing, Ye Mingxuan quickly stopped. If he continued to sing like this, his voice would have problems.

"Sister Chen, wait first!"

"Boss, what's wrong?"

"Your voice? So hoarse, take a break!"

Ye Mingxuan handed over honey water to moisten his throat. There were only two artists in the studio. They could not do anything to kill chickens and get eggs. Besides, singing like this would not meet his requirements.

"I can do it, it's really okay for the boss."

Chen Yao was anxious. This was an opportunity. The music dream I had for many years was just this time. How could it appear outside? It would never be allowed.

Listening to Chen Yao's voice, Ye Mingxuan frowned, not hoarse, why did his voice feel hoarse when singing? The texture is there, but lacks agility.

"You deliberately imitate the smoke voice?"

"Well, the teacher at the Conservatory of Music said that professional singers must have unique tones, and my own voice is too ordinary!"

During the audition, many of the professional knowledge that the teacher mentioned was contrary to his habits. He sang other old songs with his smoke voice. The teacher thought it was very good, so Chen Yao remembered it.

"Sister Chen, you are also a professional singer. What the teacher said may not be suitable for you. Do you know if you deliberately imitate the smoke voice and will ruin your voice?"

Ye Mingxuan regretted asking Chen Yao to attend the concert school. The rare knowledge points confused Chen Yao.

"Sister Chen, please rest for a while. Dear band teachers, be quiet. I will join the team and record a song first. I'm sorry, teachers."

"Senior, you are polite. We can go to the singing room to rehearse, you can use it first!"

Ye Mingxuan is not used to being called a senior by a group of band members who are slightly older than him. This is the case in the entertainment industry. He has been a senior for a long time since his debut. Not everyone is like Ye Mingxuan. The big names he meets are so easy to talk to. If the words are wrong and offend people, he will cry without any place.
To be continued...