China Entertainment's World of Light and Shadow

The next day, early in the morning, the weather was gray. At 7:15, I went to look for my mother, Li Hong, and Wang Xun in their bedroom. Seeing that Wang Xun was still sleeping soundly on the bed, I lifted up the quilt and threw it over again, saying, "Son, wake up.

Your brother Huan brought a female singer."

Wang Xun opened his lazy eyes, scratched his messy hair, stretched, yawned, looked at his mother with a question mark on his face and said: "Brother Huan? Female singer? Is there an inevitable connection between these?

?”

"Hey, kid, didn't you say yes to someone the day before yesterday? Don't be ink, the female screenwriter I made an appointment for you will be here in the afternoon." After Xun's mother said that, she turned and left, leaving Wang Xun who was still breathing heavily.

Wang Xun seemed to feel the physical test of Yanjing's winter. He quickly went to the ground and put on his clothes. He ran to the bathroom and started to wash up. He looked at the curtain that passed his forehead and reached his eyebrows. He said to himself: "Hey, let's see it again."

In a few days, it’s time to shave my head. I don’t know if this will affect my uncle, but it’s the first month of the year.” Well, the real saying is that you don’t give your head to the first month of the year – nostalgic for the past.

After washing, Wang Xun looked in the mirror. As if his appearance was not very impolite, he walked slowly to the living room. As soon as he entered the living room, he saw two men and two women sitting at the dining table. Xun's father, Wang Wenyou, was drinking millet porridge while watching.

Xun's mother, Li Hong, was reading the newspaper. She was entertaining the guests. When she turned around and saw that Wang Xun had finished washing, she hurriedly shouted: "Son, come over for dinner quickly. Your brother Huan will be here at 7 o'clock. He said he was bringing someone here, so he

I spent the whole morning quickly selecting songs for them."

"Good morning everyone! No, where are my steamed buns? Why is there no staple food?" Wang Xun sat down and looked at the porridge in his bowl and the pickles and eggs in front of him and said a little unsatisfied.

"Let's eat the steamed buns. We got up late today and they're all sold out!" Xunpa Wang Wenyou said, pushing the steamed buns forward.

"Fire-roasting is fine, too." Wang Xun said, picking up a fire-roast and taking a bite. He found that it was salty with sesame seeds, so he nodded with satisfaction.

"Junior brother, come on, senior brother, let me introduce you!" Senior brother Liu Huan put down the burning in his mouth, picked up the napkin on the table and wiped his mouth and said. "This is Tan Jing, a solo female singer of the General Political Department Song and Dance Troupe. I am also 97

We’ve known each other for years, but I feel like I haven’t had a famous song yet. Isn’t this a waste of this condition?”

Wang Xun turned his attention to the young devil who was sipping millet porridge gracefully with a spoon. He saw that the young devil was wearing a military uniform and had a heroic face. He was the same type of beauties with the same temperament as Zeng Li and Yu Feihong.

He said casually: "Sister Tan Jing, I won't call you aunty. I'm afraid I'll call you old. Don't eat too much. Go to my recording studio to try out the sound later and see your comfort zone."

"Oh, hello, brother Wang Xun, how about we go now." Tan Jing was stunned for a moment, obviously surprised, and slowly picked up a napkin and wiped the remaining porridge stains on her mouth, thinking, "This way of speaking

He looks like a 14-year-old child."

"There's no rush, eat first. You'll have to open your voice later. It'll take at least half an hour. Brother Huan, you can go and give us some advice later. I've prepared a big song. I don't know if it's suitable."

." Wang Xun joked.

"Hey, you've written a great song. How did you come about this? I didn't hear you tell me before." Liu Huan knew Wang Xun very well and knew exactly what kind of songs Wang Xun liked.

"This song was written for Senior Sister Damao before. It was inspired by Sister Song's "Good Days", but after the song was written, she ran away to Canada!" Wang Xun complained about Senior Sister Damao.

"Hey, you can pick it up and return it, it's not bad! Eat slowly, don't be in a hurry!" Liu Huan said with concern.

"Hey, Huanzi, don't worry about him. He eats like a fight, as if others are trying to rob him." Xunma Li Hong interjected.

"Mom, prepare the authorization contract.

Sister Jing is the solo performer for the General Secretary, so we won’t charge any fees.

Brother Huan’s face still needs to be given.

This song is for Sister Jing!" Wang Xun said casually, wiping his mouth after finishing his meal.

"Okay, Brother Huan will accept your favor." Liu Huan said happily.

"No, Brother Huan, I'm rich." Tan Jing was a little embarrassed.

Liu Huan patted her and said to her: "It's okay. Nao Nao's family is rich. Besides, he usually doesn't write songs for outsiders. I just gave it to you as a friend. Just remember to return the favor if something happens in the future."

After all, Tan Jing had just graduated and had just joined the General Administration of Government, so she was really strapped for money, so she nodded and wrote it down half-heartedly.

"Yes, Huanzi is right. I'm going to print out the contract, and then have the child sign and seal it. I also have to print the guardian's seal." Xunma Li Hong got up and got ready.

"Mom, just send her to the recording studio later!" Wang Xun shouted to his mother who had already entered the study.

"I know, I'll send the soaked fat sea to you later. Sing slowly!" Xun's mother Li Hong's voice came from the study.

"Sister Jing, come with me. I just woke up like this and my body hasn't moved yet. I need to warm up in the back room later." When Wang Xun saw Tan Jing stop eating, he stood up and pointed in the direction of the recording studio.

"Sorry, Xiaoxun." Tan Jing said a little shyly.

"Hey, you two wait for me, I'll be here soon." Brother Huan said as he looked at the two people walking away.

"Brother Huan, you know the place, come here by yourself." Wang Xun was doing finger exercises as he walked. After all, he would need to use the electronic keyboard for a while. Wang Xun basically knew the guzheng, a folk music instrument. Talking about this guzheng song was not so fun.

As soon as he entered the recording studio and turned on the light, Wang Xun squatted under the recording desk. Clinker entered the password to open his safe and took out a printed sheet of music inside, with the cover title "Unsung".

All of them were songs that Wang Xun had registered copyrights over the years but had not yet authorized. He searched through the catalog and found h, found the location of "Good Luck Comes", and pulled out the song sheet and handed it to Tan Jing.

"Look at the lyrics first. This tune finds your comfort zone. I wrote this score according to the comfort zone of Senior Sister Damao's voice." Wang Xun said with a smile.

"Well, okay, let me look at the lyrics first." Tan Jing replied, looking at the music score.

"Well, I'm going to accompany you and open my voice first.

"Shepherd's Song", my dad prefers the movie "Shaolin Temple", so I practice this song more." Wang Xun said and came to the electronic keyboard, adjusted the chords and instrument types and started playing.

Tan Jing listened to the prelude and started singing, and Wang Xun nodded: "It's a sharp key. Now it's the original key of e, and it's up to f." Basically, it was just a chorus of one key, and when it came to b flat, she found that Tan Jing started to use falsetto.

, it stopped.

Look at Liu Huan walking in with a contract and a tea cup. "Sister Jing's current vocal range is probably f-c3, f5 is probably the most suitable, and b3 can probably go up as well. This song should be f5, or g5?"

Wang Xun looked at Liu Huan and said.

"Okay, I know you have a good ear anyway." Liu Huan said with a smile.

"Brother Huan, where did you find this genius? You have a real voice, with really high notes, strong resonance, and long breath. This voice condition is great, but I'm still not proficient enough in changing places. You can try to blend the singing."

Wang Xun discussed with Liu Huan excitedly.

"Hey, you're still young now. When you get older, senior brother will take you to the place where the singers from the General Administration live to gain experience." Liu Huan said proudly.

"Forget it, I only write about popular things, so I'm afraid of being looked down upon!" Wang Xun said.

"What contempt?" Tan Jing asked.

"Yes, what contempt? Why haven't I heard of it?" Liu Huan also asked.

"Hey, then I'm going to tell you about it, and you just think it's a joke. Don't spread it to me, or I'll offend a lot of people. Let's start with the music region: Europe, America, rb, Korea, Hong Kong, Taiwan, Mainland, Southeast Asia and others.

Region. Then from the music genre, we will talk about classical jazz, rock, folk, electronic music, pop rap. Finally, from the singing method, we will talk about bel canto and ethnic pop.”

"Hahaha, are you divided into different sects? Then we are practitioners at the bottom of the contempt chain." Liu Huan said with a smile.

"Haha, I don't feel that way. The old artists in the group sometimes listen to pop music!" Tan Jing covered her mouth and said with a smile.

"Music, as long as it sounds good, it doesn't matter what is vulgar and what is elegant.

Isn’t it just a melody?

This is a matter of idleness and idleness.

By the way, Brother Huan, for the song I gave to Sister Tan Jing, you have to go find a folk musician to record her accompaniment. A cheerful instrumental ensemble will do. You can sing the chorus and harmony of the boy in front of her. As long as it has a sense of contrast, wait until I sign it.

Contract." Wang Xun ordered.

"Hey, are you driving away customers now? I haven't heard of you yet?" Liu Huan said dissatisfied.

"Isn't this delaying Tan Jing's Spring Festival Gala rehearsal!" Wang Xun signed the contract and handed it to Tan Jing, then returned to the electronic keyboard and stood looking at Tan Jing and said: "Sister Jing, do f5 first, and you can follow the lyrics!"

As soon as she finished speaking, she started playing. Afraid that Tan Jing might not be familiar with the melody, she deliberately slowed down three seconds before the end of the intro to signal her to get ready. The cooperation went smoothly. "G5 again." Tan Jing looked at Wang Xun and nodded to indicate that she was ready.

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Wang Xun played it again and finished the accompaniment quietly. "The performance of g5 is better than before, so let's choose g5! F5 is too easy for Sister Jing. It's not difficult to show her level."

"Okay, I'll write down g5. Trust your ears!" Liu Huan agreed.

Tan Jing looked at Wang Xun gratefully. She knew that this was a good song, and if it was sung well, it would be a masterpiece. As a newcomer who had just entered the General Political Bureau, it was extremely rare to encounter such an opportunity. But she didn't know how.

Thank you Wang Xun.

Wang Xun looked at Tan Jing's tangled expression and roughly understood what she was thinking: "Hey, Sister Jing, I still have a lot of songs that Mimi can't sing. Come over and have a look sometimes. Good songs must be matched with a good voice."

, Mimi, she ruined all my songs."

"Hey, you're talking bad about me behind my back. I heard it outside!" Yang Xiao's head suddenly popped out from the crack in the door of the recording studio.

When Wang Xun saw that he was caught saying bad things behind his back, he quickly winked at Yang Mi, and his beaming look made Liu Huan amused.

"Hey, your nemesis is here, telling you to speak ill of Mimi behind your back. Why doesn't Mimi's singing sound good?" Liu Huan continued to talk. He really wanted to see Wang Xun deflated.

"Mimi, dear sister Mi, you are the best, and your voice is the most distinctive. Sister Jing will never be able to sing with your tone." Wang Xun begged, after all, her ears were in Yang Xiaomi's hands.

"I'll let you go this time, Sister Jing, hello, I'm Yang Mi." Yang Mi let Wang Xun go easily this time, turned around and introduced herself to Tan Jing while extending her right hand.

"Hello, Mi Mi. I am Tan Jing, a solo singer of the General Political Department Song and Dance Ensemble." Tan Jing stepped forward and shook hands with Yang Mi.

"Hey, sister's singing is so beautiful. I was fascinated by it outside. If it weren't for the bad things that happened to me, I would have forgotten to come in. The good singing made me lose track of time." Yang Zui said sweetly.

"No, no, the song is good." Tan Jing said modestly.

"Okay, Sister Jing still has something to do, let's talk about it next time." Wang Xun interrupted the two women's business bragging.

"Hey, just come in early. See you later, Sister Jing!" Yang Mi said regretfully.

"It's okay. I'll visit Wang Xun often in the future, just so he can give me some advice." Tan Jing said, holding the contract and the sheet music tightly in her hands, as if the sheet music was the best opportunity to determine her life's destiny. She wanted to

Locked firmly in hand.

"Okay, see you next time. Let's go. See you later!" Liu Huan pulled Tan Jing out of the recording studio and towards the door.

Wang Xun and Yang Mi followed the two of them to see each other off.