House Dad’s Literary Life

The grouping for the children is divided according to their timbre. The sounds will not be too big, and will be divided into one group, but it has nothing to do with gender. This age of children, boys are far from being transformed, the tender child voice is difficult to distinguish.

So, Yan, Yang Qiqi, Nan Zhaoyu, Ding Ling and a few other children are in a group, and the relatively large, relatively thick Chen Shiyun, Lan Xin and a few rough boys, and other Several groups, each group is responsible for singing a paragraph.

"Hey, you are the group leader of your group, you have to take the lead!" After Yang Hao and other teachers, Mr. Mu smiled and touched her daughter's small head.

"Hey, what am I going to do?" he asked in confusion.

"I know, you have to sing!" Chen Shiyun smirked.

"It's not wrong, singing is fine. Although the recording may be boring, but you must persist and try to sing well!" Yang said softly, "Children, can you?"

"it is good!"

"can!"

Promising is very positive, but I don't know if they can hear it.

Hey, this group is going to sing the first paragraph. Yang Lan accompanied them into the recording room, let them stand in a circle around the professional microphone of the radio, and also help them bring the monitor headphones, they have to listen Headphones to listen to the accompaniment.

After the children entered the recording room, the curiosity burned again. The things inside are different from the outside, especially the microphone. Why is the buttock still surrounded by spider webs? Why do they want to bring headphones? What is this board?

Don't think that you are the most embarrassed, the little girl asks the most!

Although she had been to the studio with her mother and dad, she also had a small recording studio at home, but she stayed outside the recording room at most, and basically did not come in the recording room, so she curiously looked around and pointed at the soundproof wall. Dad said, "Hey, look, you see, that wall is weird! Is it sick?"

Yang Hao finally answered these questions to them. The little guys also had a strong interest in the monitor headphones on their ears.

"Hey! Do you hear me talking?" Outside, Jin Yingming was entangled in no way to open the microphone to Chen Shiyun, and the little girls couldn't wait to talk to the friends inside.

"I can hear, Chen Shiyun is calling us!" Hearing the sound from the monitor headphones, he was surprised to look around. Finally, they saw Chen Shiyun and others who were on the console outside the window.

All of a sudden, Yan and Yang Qiqi were excited to wave to Chen Shiyun. However, Chen Shiyun did not respond until Jin Yingming opened the microphone inside and laughed, and Chen Shiyun only told them to speak.

This is like the age when the phone is still not popular. The children use the earthen phone made of cylindrical carton, cotton thread and small wooden stick. This magical way of talking makes them have fun.

But this was a waste of time. Yang Lan and a few teachers stunned for a while before they let their excitement stop for a while.

Finally, I can finally start recording songs!

But letting children record good songs is not a simple matter. It is one thing to sing, and follow the accompaniment. It is one thing to sing on the beat!

I saw them wearing headphones, standing in front of the microphone, the prelude began to sound in their headphones, and the little guys couldn’t wait to sing.

"Pig, you have two holes in your nose!" He stumbled on what Dad said, she had to take the lead, so she just heard the sound in her ear and she sang first.

A few other children were not far behind, vying to sing and sing, and suddenly became chaotic.

Yang Lan, who was accompanying the recording room, smiled and stopped them.

I still don't know that I can't sing well! The little girl sang a song, and she was excited. She looked at her dad with a smile and seemed to be waiting for her father’s compliment.

If you are someone else, Yang Lan’s tone may be blaming and questioning.

But looking at the innocent big eyes, there are several other children who are looking at their eyes. Yang Yan opens his mouth and his voice is soft and soft: "In fact, you can sing well, just do a little bit. Not good, it is to sing early."

"It's okay!" Yang Lan gave them a thumbs up and smiled. "That way, you all look at me. I will give you a gesture when you meet. When you see it, you can start singing! Ok?"

"Ou Kai!" The little ones happily yelled at Yang Lan.

I tried it twice. Under the command of Yang Lan, they can finally start singing at the right time, but the new problem is coming again!

Singing wrong! Some children react quickly, and some children react slowly. This is the result of a jagged voice. They can't be said to be choruses. It should be said that they are a group of magical dances!

But whether it is Yang Lan or Jin Yingming, there is no good way to take this problem. They can only appease the little guys, let them sing a little slower, sing slowly and try to catch up. They can only record it over and over again. Hone their tacit understanding and strive to record a sing.

But this is a test of the patience of the children, even if the song lyrics are very interesting, the children love to sing, but they can't hold a few lyrics to sing repeatedly!

After more than twenty minutes, Ding Ling had some impatience.

"Uncle, can't you?"

"Uncle, I don't want to sing..."

The little girl’s complaints have increased a lot, and this emotion has also affected other children.

I have been filming and have seen the scenes of ng over and over again. She has good patience, but she does not know how to persuade her little friends!

Especially at this time, she is the group leader. The little girl remembers that Dad said that she should take care of other children, so she took the courage and said to Ding Ling: "Small bell, let’s sing it again, just sing it!"

"No, I don't want it!" Ding Ling whispered, not happy.

After being rejected, I stood in front of my companions with no control. I didn’t know what to do and looked at my father helplessly.

Yang Lan raised his hand and looked at the time. He sank and said, "Let's do it. You have been tired for a few times. Let's take a break. Let me ask you to take some drinks and eat some snacks. We will wait for a while to continue recording, can we?"

This proposal made some of the little guys feel refreshed, and even Ding Ling jumped up happily and said, "Okay!"

Looking at the smiles of the little friends, she also forgot the failure just now and laughed happily.

No way, Yang Lan can only open the door with a smile, and come out, let Mu teacher change a group of children to come in first.

I don't know why, and accompanying the children to record songs, Yang Lan feels very tired, and the feeling of tiredness is more serious than the fatigue of the body. And this toss is still far from the end!