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    New task release of variety show: After the typhoon, five guests gathered together to record the song "Wind and Rain".

    Because the content is temporarily added, after the recording is completed, it will be put into the Jiangcheng APP as a special version of plus, and only members can watch it.

    This means that the number of viewers will be less than half of the free feature film.

    PD and the photographer went to invite the guests and were worried that the guests would not pay attention.

    Especially Bao Ruanruan, she may not be able to do the normal tasks of the program group, would she be willing to do additional tasks?

    Liu Qiu, the accompanying female PD with a soft bag, is very worried.

    I didn't expect—

    "Miss PD, go to the room and sit for a while."

    "I may have to do an hour or so of prep work for singing."

    Ready for an hour?

    PD Liu Qiu raised her head in amazement, and for the first time saw a serious and energetic expression on Bao's soft white face.

    It is a kind of firmness that succeeds or succeeds.

    Let her originally weak clear eyes shine like the moonlight in the dark night.

    —Is this still the teacher Bao who is unwilling to do anything in the sun room?

    PD Liu Qiu was shocked.

    She really wanted to tell Director Zheng Mingchang the good news right away.

    …

    An hour later, Bao Ruanrong got into the minivan sent by the program team.

    She glanced at the brand of the car.

    Classic national brand.

    Time-honored, guaranteed.

    She got into the car with satisfaction, and in the work group, she sent a message about Chen Feng's concern about her singing ability - a JPG.

     Fasten her seat belt, she took her mobile phone and asked PD Liu Qiu, "Sister, can I listen to the public broadcast without headphones?"

    Wearing headphones for extended periods of time can damage your hearing.

    "Mr. Bao wants to listen to music and prepare for recording later?"

    "No," Bao shook his head softly, "This is the audio for practicing singing and breathing."

    "Ah..."

    PD Liu Qiu was shocked.

    So professional?

    She has been with several variety show entertainers before.

    There are many actors who go to the recording studio to sing without any preparation.

    But the bag is soft on the way, do you still need to do breathing exercises?

    Seriously.

    "Mr. Bao is indeed a musical theatre major. Let it go, we haven't started filming yet."

    If you don't shoot, there will be no issue of audio track copyright.

    "Okay~"

    Soon, the voice teacher's breathing method from the bag soft phone rang in the driving car.

    'Inhale, 123456...don't stop, stretch as long as possible, 20, 21...'

    The bag softly closed his eyes and followed the audio to start the operation.

    According to her experience in the game, she must first find the right way to do anything.

    Otherwise, if the method is used wrongly, things will not be done, and people will be hurt.

    She closed her eyes, completely unaware that PD Liu Qiu's shocking gaze never left her along the way.

    [An autumn orange V:

    Suddenly found the female artist teacher who has been following her, working very hard in private. Even in the car, when we weren't filming, she kept practicing, trying to get better at recording the song later.

    This is just a clip that will not appear in the feature film, and the audience and fans will not see it. ]

    A Weibo was released silently.

    【Hey, who is this female artist? 】

    [Liu Cheng, you haven't sent a message for a long time. 】

    【Are you still working in TV station, Big Orange? 】

    【Curious about which TV station’s variety show is recording songs recently? 】

    【Give me a password, that female artist is a new generation singer? 】

    This Weibo sparked some splashy comments, but the information was vague and passersby couldn't guess.

    It was soon buried in many microblogs.

    …

    Half an hour later, Bao Ruanruan, carrying her small pink schoolbag and wearing a taro purple sportswear sponsored by Pengmai, arrived at the building where Cheng Yao's recording studio is located.

    The recording studio is located on the 6th floor of the building, and the location is also in the suburbs.

    Bao Ruanruan stood in the hall of the building, and first checked the announcement outside the elevator: the latest security inspection time was last month, and the latest disinfection time was yesterday.

    She walked into the elevator with satisfaction, "Brother Cheng's office environment is very good."

    PD Liu Qiu was shocked.

    She turned her head left and right to look at the building with the mailboxes full of small advertisements.

    Thinking back, this road is a road with fewer and fewer shops.

    This building really doesn't work.

    The environment of the residential building that she rented is not as good!

    I heard that Mr. Cheng Yao had no money and debts in his early years, so he had no choice but to choose the recording room with the lowest rent.

    He later made a name for himself, but he had feelings for this old recording studio, so he never moved.

    In fact, this environment is not worthy of his worth.

    This is an old city place that many Jiangcheng people despise.

    But... Teacher Bao actually said that the environment is good?

      ]

    [? ? 】

    [Huh? 】

    [Who? 】

    [What kind of variety show is there recently, and it also involves the house. Seriously curious. 】

    Weibo is another small splash.

    PD Liu Qiu quickly put away the phone.

    Looking at Bao's soft and fair face, her heart was surging.

    "Here, packet?"

    When I got to the recording room, Cheng Yao personally came to open the door.

    As soon as he saw the bag was soft and slender, and the skin was snow-white, his auricle was stained with a haze.

    Last weekend's thunder and lightning weather, Bao Ruanruan cared about the villagers in Hengshan, and was completely covered with a light filter in Cheng Dazzling.

    His agent told him that Bao Ruanruan had scandals, so he didn't want to be too sincere, he didn't want to hear it!

    He now feels that the agent is completely wrong.

    During this period of time, the relationship was soft and indifferent to the world, kind-hearted, and he was the clearest artist he had ever met in the circle.

    "First listen to the song "Wind and Rain", the demo I made?"

    Cheng Yao touched his hot ear.

    "In the car I got out of the hotel that day, the melody was ready, and the words were written in less than half an hour."

    He was inspired.

    Bao Rong Rong looked around and found that the recording studio was not big, with only one sofa and two chairs, and nodded immediately.

    "Okay."

    "You sit here." Cheng Yao immediately took the backpack from the seat next to him and motioned her to sit here.

    Cheng Yao's agent next to him coughed heavily.

    Warning glances.

    Cheng Yao frowned.

    Bao Ruan Ruan raised his head and glanced at Cheng Yao's agent.

    For suspected people with a cough and cold, and not wearing a mask, she just wants to stay away.

    On the spot, she waved her hand and retreated to the sofa by the studio window, "I'll just sit here."

    The sofa was against the wall, and she was still sitting close to the corner.

     Originally, her face was milky white, her eyes were reddish, and her cheeks were pink, giving her a pitiful feeling of brokenness.

    Now shrinking in the most corner seat, holding her schoolbag, it makes people feel that she is being bullied.

    Cheng Yao looked at his agent in condemnation on the spot, "Brother Jun, you go out first, we are recording the show."

    Agent He Jun: "…"

    "I don't talk, you take care of you."

    Today is five people recording songs together.

    But the package came first.

    Since the typhoon came back, Cheng Yao has been full of praise for Bao Ruanruan, always saying that everyone misunderstood her, pity she has been wrongly scolded.

    The way he maintained it, the agent He Jun thought he had been brainwashed.

    Have they been misunderstood, who knows?

    Are you lying under the bed? How do you know the truth?

    He Jun feels that his own Chengyao is too naive!

    He can't leave, let Cheng Yao and Bao Ruanruan get along alone.

    Otherwise, he couldn't clarify the scenes that were shot and then edited by Jiang Cheng to make pink bubbles.

    But Cheng Yao threw the phone angrily, "Brother Jun, you disturbed my inspiration."

    He Jun: “…”

    "Okay, can I go out?"

    He Jun finally went outside.

    Cheng Yao sighed and made an apologetic look at Bao Ruanruan, seeing that she had taken out her thermos cup, he skipped the greeting and poured tea.

    Played his demo.

    Soon, a melodious and warm male voice rang out in the small soundproof room.

    "I heard that there will be rainbows after wind and rain."

    "And I only see your hands falling in the dark,"

    "Expectations stay on my face, but tears flow down..."

    Bao RuanRuan originally opened the thermos cup, before wanting to sing, moisten the throat, so that the vocal cords will not be injured.

    But in an instant, she was struck by the meaning of the song.

    The lyrics about the disaster seem to tell her story too.

    She thought of those years, her own misery.

    Sudden pain in my heart.

    Cheng Yao's humming tone in the Demo is also sad, until the second chorus sounded, it brought the hope of sunshine and life.

    The last is the aria design of the unison rap.

    "In the future, let's memorize the wind and rain and stay home together, the five, six, seven, and eight laws..."

    "When a thunderstorm travels, all gold, wood, water and fire are far away..."

    Cheng Yao blushed a little, "Writing in a hurry, this paragraph can be changed according to the safety instructions you wrote in the packet."

    The lyrics of this song are written in one go, and he has not changed much.

    It's not perfect, it's just plain straightforward.

    The last lyrics like shouting slogans are his first attempt.

    Because of the soft-packed lightning safety science that day, it seemed like a door was opened for him - as a singer-songwriter, can he spread these safety sciences more widely through lyrics, as best he can To one's own strength?

    He can!

    Cheng Yao arranged it like this.

    But now, listening to these superficial lyrics, he blushed for a while, for fear that Bao Ruanruan would not feel good.

    She has not made a sound since she listened to the song.

    He also lowered his face, as if he was thinking deeply.

    Cheng Yao groaned in his heart.

    Looking at her in the corner nervously, "Xiaobao, do you feel bad—"

    But the Demo music stopped, and a low sobbing sounded from the narrow recording room.

    "Ugh..."

    Cheng Yao: "!"

    Bao Ruanruan noticed that the music had stopped, and finally raised a pale face full of tears.

    Cheng Yao: "!"

    Bao Ruanruan covered her tearful little face with both hands, "I'm sorry, but can I, listen to it again? I really like the last sentence, I feel it's full of dry goods."

    If this song was used as BGM in the game, she would not have died so many times in the copy of the natural disaster.

    "You think the last paragraph is... good?"

    "Well, the last part of this song is the best! I felt so sad before and wanted to cry, but the last part, I really like it. I want to listen to it again!"

    Cheng Yao's eyes lit up instantly.

    She was his soulmate.

    The sadness in front is the effect he wants.

    The last word, packed with dry goods, is also the effect he wants!

    Unexpectedly, she understood his creation so much!

    The comment is straight to the point, directly stating the two most important characteristics of this creation.

    "Small package, then put it again?"

    "Yeah!"

    In half an hour.

    Cheng Yao wanted to move his hand off the speaker.

    But Bao Ruan Ruan Shui blinked, "Can you play it again?"

    Cheng Yao: "!"

    Show your identity.

    Mr. Bao, are you my fan.

    …

    Cheng Yao has been playing the "Wind and Rain" DEMO on a loop. This morning, he listened to it more times than he did in private.

    After all, he really didn't listen to the song continuously, for an hour.

    Can't switch to another song yet.

    But this continuous listening, Cheng Yao heard the problem.

    "Small bag, I think the words here can be changed."

    "There's a second melody too."

    Bao Ruan Ruan has found the problem for him!

    "Xiao Bao, listen to me and see if it will be better to change it this way..."

    Bao softly blinked his eyes and raised his dazed little white face.

    She can't write lyrics.

    "Well, you're right."

    Cheng Yao's eyes lit up for a moment.

    Creativity is a very personal thing.

    But when a person closes the door, inspiration will dry up and creativity will flow into mediocrity.

    Look at yourself, and there are often filters.

    Defects will be skipped.

    But today, Bao Ruan Ran let him play it over and over again until he heard a problem - she was ordering him!

    Cheng Yao looked at the soft bag and rolled over with gratitude for the first time in his eyes.

    Work is his most important thing.

    "Thank you, little bag."

    Bao softly shook his hand and wiped his red eyes with a tissue.

    She can't cry anymore.

    Otherwise, the song will be recorded later, and the burden on the vocal cords will be heavy.

     "Brother Cheng, where is the restroom here?"

    "Oh, go out and turn left."

    Bag softly carry a small bag and go to the bathroom.

    As soon as she left, the outside agent He Jun walked in, "Finished?"

    It's been an hour and a half.

    Cheng Yao in the recording room was blushing and looked abnormal.

    He Jun was surprised.

    "What, she sings so well?"

    Cheng Yao has always been sullen, and many emotions will not be expressed.

    Today I lost my way in front of the camera.

    He Jun wore a mask and a peaked cap and looked at the glasses.

    I listened to my own artist,

    "Brother Jun, Xiaobao is a good person, and has more taste than you."

    "?"

    "The first time I met someone who understood my music so well."

    “??”

    "She understands music very well, and I didn't realize that I recorded the show with her for so long! Ah, sorry, if I knew this, I should have exchanged my songs with her sooner!"

    “???”

    He Jun was stunned for a while.

    What happened?

    "Hey, she discovered the problem of "Wind and Rain", but she was very kind and didn't bring it up directly, for fear of hurting me, the original creator, right? Unlike you, Jun, you always say it directly I'm not good."

    He Jun: "!"

    Why not?

    If you have any questions, don't say it directly, what do you want?

    "She's not. She listened to it over and over again. She didn't let me stop and let me keep playing the demo."

    Cheng Yao is actually talented.

    It's just that confidence is blinded sometimes.

    "I finally heard my problem just now and corrected it immediately!"

    "? After the change is over, let me listen to it." He Jun is very interested. Although this "Wind and Rain" is requested by a variety show, the composition and composition are all Cheng Yao, and his fans will be very interested. Looking forward to the finished product.

    He Jun has brought four or five singers on hand for so many years, so he has some aesthetic ability.

    Before, Cheng Yao would definitely let him listen, even if he was vicious, he would let him speak.

    But today, Cheng Yao shook his head.

    "No, Brother Jun, I've asked Xiaobao to listen to it for me. I've finished editing it, and I'll record it later."

    He Jun: "!"

    He left for an hour and a half.

    Losing the trust between people?

    The boat between the manager and his own artist is overturned.

    "Brother Jun, can I give Xiaobao all my songs in advance and let her give her opinion?"

    “…”

    Bao Ruan Ruan's music skills are so strong?

    He Jun looked confused.

    Look down.

    Musical Theatre major, no wonder.

    Check again.

    Graduation exam, second to last...? ? ?

    "! Cheng Yao, I advise you to be cautious!"

    It was near noon.

    Qu Feifei, who had just received a physical examination in the hospital, was sent home by her manager, feeling lethargic.

    My parents are on vacation and my brother is recording a variety show.

    She was alone.

    The loneliness reminded her of the desperate situation in Lerong Mountain, where she panicked and had no relatives and friends around her to rely on... She was hungry for a long time, caught in the rain and caught a cold. , almost crashed.

    Qu Feifei sat on the bed, thinking back, still scared.

    [Feifei, fans are very concerned about your situation, please report to everyone on Weibo to be safe. 】

    [The copywriting company has edited it for you, you can forward it. 】

    Qu Feifei glanced weakly.

    The helpless state is instantly relieved.

    Yes, she has many fans who support her!

    She's not alone!

    Qu Feifei struggled immediately and went to see the fans' messages on Weibo.

    -【Feifei, Ma Ma is so worried about you, are you not injured? The studio said you were just frightened, but when I watched TV, Bao Ruan Ruan said that you didn't have enough food. Are you hungry? 】

    Qu Feifei just smiled and read the end, sluggish.

    The package is soft?

    -【Ouch, Fei, how are you now? Mama was really scared to death... Fortunately, Bao Ruanruan gave ideas to the show, otherwise, Mama could only be in a hurry! 】

    Qu Feifei was surprised.

    -【Girl goose, next time you appear on a reality show variety show, promise Mama, you must bring a soft bag? 】

    -[+1, if it wasn't for Bao Ruanruan to help the female goose live on "Yi Meng", woo woo woo, I couldn't sleep on Saturday night. 】

    Qu Feifei: "?!"

    She fluttered, and immediately went to get the PAD while flipping through the fan comments.

    Find out the "Dream" variety show.

    —the latest issue of Baoruanruan CUT, 0909, # Baoruanruanqianli cares about Nancheng Lerongshan#

    Qu Feifei: "!"

    She didn't even watch the feature film, and hurriedly poked into this CUT version.

    Momentary video playback.

    On the screen, Bao Ruan Ruan's nervous little face appeared.

    Qu Feifei saw it, and Le Rongshan himself and two amateur girls appeared on the TV that Bao Ruanruan was watching!

    In the thunderstorm, she and the amateur ran to the bicycle in panic.

    'Director, do you have Nancheng's phone number? ’

    'They're in danger now! ’

    Bao Ruanruan's expression panicked, as if she was in danger!

    'Ah, no bikes! ’

    'Squat down! ’

    Qu Feifei opened his mouth.

    Seeing the eagerness and softness in the video, she was greatly relieved as she crouched down on the TV.

    'Yes, this is the right posture...'

    —the bag is soft...are you caring about her?

    —Every expression is worried about her?

    Qu Feifei's mobile phone fell on the sheets.

    Her heart is like her brain.

    It's messed up.

    …

    Returning to Han Mo in Yanjing's house, the phone vibrated.

     This time, she made plans for you remotely, and did her best to help you out of danger. 】

    Han Mo: "!"