Chapter 379 "Xiaoyao Tan": Years Are Rarely Silent, the Autumn Wind Is Tired of Wandering

The next morning.

Qi Mu came to the Yinhai Recording Studio in Shanghai, walked to a professional recording studio and knocked on the door.

After getting the answer of "Come in", he pushed open the heavy soundproof door and walked into the room.

What came into view was the control room filled with bright yellow lights. The mixing console was full of buttons and knobs. Through a large glass above the mixing console, you can see the recording studio inside.

Before he could continue to look, the person sitting in front of the mixing console turned around and stood up. This person was wearing a black leather jacket and had long hair parted in the middle to his chin. He looked like a Hong Kong star at the end of the last century.

He walked over, extended his hand and introduced, "Hello, Teacher Qi, I am your music instructor Zheng Jie."

Qi Mu shook hands with him, "Hello, Teacher Zheng."

"Please sit down," Zheng Jie pointed to the chair opposite the console, "You are studying acting, right?"

"Yes."

"You haven't listened to the accompaniment yet, right?"

"Well, you told me on the phone yesterday, I didn't listen."

Because he didn't have much musical foundation, Zheng Jie was worried that he would listen to the accompaniment directly and not find where to start singing, which would lead to misunderstandings. A blank piece of paper is always better than a crooked drawing.

Zheng Jie handed him the printed lyrics. "Okay, then I'll sing it once, and you listen first, how about it? However, I only have accurate pitch and rhythm, and you still need to fill in the emotions. After all, as an actor, you should have more emotions than me."

"Okay, I understand."

Zheng Jie nodded, stood up, vacated the space in front of the console, and took out the monitoring headphones from the side, "Teacher Qi, you sit here, wear headphones, I'll go in and sing it once."

"Okay." Qi Mu got up and sat in front of the console and put on headphones.

Zheng Jie walked into the recording studio, closed the door, sat in front of the microphone, adjusted it for a moment, and then pressed the remote control.

Across the glass, Qi Mu looked at the lyrics of "Xiao Yao Tan" in his hand, and the headphones beside his ears began to play.

The melodious sound of the harp sounded in his ears, like a stream, flowing briskly. But after listening for a few seconds, he felt that every note was filled with a hint of sadness and tranquility, telling a long-lost story. The melody was like a breeze, gently brushing across the heart, bringing a hint of coolness and endless aftertaste.

Fifteen seconds later, the melody gradually rose, depicting a picture of green mountains and green waters.

But soon, this leisurely and comfortable music was stained with sorrow and longing. It seemed to be telling that he couldn't bear to let go.

Qi Mu seemed to have returned to the day before yesterday when he filmed Zhao Linger's death in Li Xiaoyao's arms. His eyes and nose were instantly sour, and his heart felt uncomfortable as if it was kneaded by a pair of hands.

How could it be?

In just a few seconds, he had just finished acting out a heart-wrenching clip. Was he too involved?

Before he could think about it, a song came to his ears——

The years are rarely silent

The autumn wind is tired of wandering

The sunset is reluctant to leave and hangs on the wall. It can't bear to leave me

The words of the former lover have flowed eastward with the sound of the tide

Looking back, the past has also fallen with the maple leaves

…

Looking at the lyrics, the music echoed in his ears, and his eyes gradually became wet.

Fate is humorous, I can't help it, and it's hard to meet a confidant, but they leave one by one…

Raised his hand to cover his heart and let out a long sigh.

At the same time, the music reached its climax——

Laughing and sighing that the ancient fools and the current madness are finally in vain

The knife is blunt and the blade is lacking, the favor is broken and the dream is broken…

When the tears are dry, the blood is in the eyes

The white snow is flying and turns red

…

Listening to the slowly ending ending, Qi Mu sighed softly.

It's so appropriate. This music and lyrics really match the plot perfectly.

In the end, only Li Xiaoyao is left.

The helplessness of being torn apart by fate is vividly reflected in the relaxed and slightly sad music.

I have tasted all the kindness, love and hatred in the martial arts world, and I have also experienced the helpless constraints of fate.

The person is gone, everything is gone, and all thoughts are empty.

But in addition to these helplessness, I have to put on a free and easy coat.

"Laughing and sighing, the ancient fools and the current madness are all in vain. It's really like this."

Zheng Jie in the recording studio did not come out, waiting for him to feel the role and digest it for a while.

Three minutes later, Qi Mu looked at Zheng Jie, forced a smile, and nodded slightly.

Zheng Jie pushed open the door of the recording studio, "OK, let's start practicing."

"Okay."

At noon, Fang Rong took the crew's car to Yinhai Recording Studio.

As soon as he got out of the elevator and came to the fourth floor, he saw Qi Mu coming out of the recording studio, with a vicissitudes of life, as if he had just experienced the ups and downs of life.

Fang Rong was startled and walked quickly across the corridor, "Xiao Qi, what's wrong with you? What happened?"

"Director Chen..."

"Chen Xiao?"

"His song made me feel like the finale. It just so happens that we are filming the mature Li Xiaoyao recently, and the state is just right."

"No, we are filming the second half, but you are now in the state after everyone died."

As soon as he said this, it seemed to touch Qi Mu's sad story, and he raised his hand to cover his eyes again.

Fang Rong frowned and patted his shoulder, "Little friend, is it that serious?"

Qi Mu sighed, "Maybe it's because I just filmed Ling'er's death two days ago, and with this song, I am too involved. If you don't believe it, go listen to it yourself, there is a version recorded by Brother Zheng."

Fang Rong glanced at him and walked in unbelievingly.

Ten minutes later.

Fang Rong borrowed a cigarette from someone, went to the balcony, and lit it silently

...

Another half a month passed, and it was Labor Day with five consecutive holidays.

The filming of "The Legend of Sword and Fairy" is almost coming to an end, and the crew has also ushered in a short vacation.

However, in the project center of "Legend of Sword and Fairy" on the seventh floor of Oriental Media, the staff were busy. After all, more people browse the website during holidays, and the publicity effect is better.

In the innermost office, there are TV drama posters hanging on the wall.

Xiao Huang, an employee sitting by the window, quickly tapped on the keyboard with ten fingers of both hands.

Seeing the time in the lower right corner of the computer screen change to 4:30, she pressed the enter key with a thud and breathed a sigh of relief.

Done!

After a two-minute break, she opened the work chat software and sent a message to her leader.

"Sister Li, the release time of these two promotional clips, "Jiu Jianxian appears to save people" and "Unworthy of the Ten-Year Agreement of "June Rain", has been set. The former will be released at five o'clock and the latter at six o'clock."

The other party replied in seconds: "Okay, you came to work overtime on Labor Day. You've worked hard. Your work here is finished. Go back and rest early."

"Thank you, Sister Li!"

Xiao Huang quickly packed up.

What's the hard work?

How could she work overtime for triple salary? It doesn't matter if I get paid or not, I just love to work overtime!

The company is my home, I love my boss!

Hehe, I'll have a grilled fish tonight to reward myself for getting three times the amount... Oh no, I'll reward myself for contributing to the arts!