raknovel Chapter 87 A Heartbreaking Love Song That's Hard to Feel
Chapter 87 A Heartbreaking Love Song That's Hard to Feel
Chapter 87 A Heartbreaking Love Song That's Hard to Feel (Burst Update Mode 24)
Inside the room, Chen Lang listened to the noise outside and shook his head helplessly.
However, this kind of argument, full of everyday life, also made him feel very warm.
It's fun.
This is probably what home feels like.
The days that followed became even busier.
Yao Feng took the sheet music for "Conquer" and went to find his friend who owned a recording studio.
Professional equipment, professional personnel.
The production of the accompaniment has officially begun.
He himself returned to Chen Lang's music room.
I started arranging the music for the other three songs: "A Dream, A Dream Ends, Betrayal."
After handing over the sheet music, Chen Lang became a hands-off manager.
He no longer concern himself with the specific details of the arrangement.
Every day, I just add to my inspiration notebook.
Record those hit songs that might be used in the future as inspiration.
The rest of the time, he would spend playing with Liu Yifei.
She could either sit at the entrance of the music room and watch her aunt teach Yao Beina to sing.
Even when they weren't visiting for the New Year, Yu Detan, Wang Sen, and their fellow masters would often come over for a visit.
They claimed to be helping, but in reality, they were just there to watch the show.
Everyone has their own thoughts on Yao Feng's arrangement.
Although they are not professional arrangers.
But in their respective musical instrument fields, they are all top-notch experts.
Everyone will offer their own ideas.
Yu Deduo suggested adding a more complex drumbeat to one of the choruses.
Wang Sen felt that filling a certain interlude with a gorgeous electric guitar solo would create a more heart-wrenching feeling.
Master Zhang Zhike also wanted to contribute by adding a suona (a traditional Chinese wind instrument) section to the song "Sell Out".
In his words, it was the ultimate sorrow.
This suggestion was rejected by Yao Feng without hesitation.
joke.
Adding a suona to a sad love song?
Is it because they think the person didn't pass away peacefully enough?
With everyone's help, the arrangements for the other three songs were successfully completed in just a few days.
Yao Feng then sent the sheet music for all three songs to the recording studio.
The production of the backing track takes time.
During this time, Yao Beina stayed in Chen Lang's music room and began to familiarize herself with these new songs.
This time, it was Aunt Li Xinmin's turn to show off her professional skills. She is a genuine national second-level singer.
Yao Beina was already fifteen years old.
My voice has basically stabilized.
In Chen Lang's opinion, she was not much different from her peak self in her previous life.
The tone is perfect—clear, clean, and with a unique metallic quality.
The range is also wide enough, capable of reaching high notes and low notes.
His breath control is long and steady, and his technique is absolutely top-notch.
However, she is still very young.
Let her sing those sweet songs that express a young girl's feelings, no problem.
But now, each of these four songs is more bitter than the last.
Each song is more despairing than the last.
They take on everything when it comes to songs, but once they actually start singing, they realize how difficult it is.
As a professional singer, Li Xinmin's requirements go far beyond simply being able to sing.
She sat at the piano and played a melody.
"Bena, watch the atmosphere here."
"You've conquered me just like that, cutting off all my escape routes."
"When you sing this line, you should imagine that you have been forced to the edge of a cliff, with a bottomless abyss in front of you and the person you both love and hate behind you."
"That despair, that resentment, that sense of helplessness—you have to sing it out."
Yao Beina nodded, closed her eyes, and composed herself.
"Just like that, you conquered me, cutting off all my escape routes—"
She sang very well.
The pitch, rhythm, and breath control are all impeccable.
But—it just lacks something.
It's more like an excellent singing machine, accurately repeating a melody.
Instead of a flesh-and-blood person expressing their emotions.
Li Xinmin frowned and taught it several more times.
However, the results were still not ideal.
Chen Lang listened from the side and could only sigh helplessly.
In his opinion, Yao Beina sang well enough, and there was no need for her to express such strong emotions.
A teenage girl's daily life consists of going to school, practicing piano, and singing.
She's never even been in a relationship, how can she possibly understand the feeling of loving to the point of despair and hating to the point of oblivion?
This is simply asking the impossible.
Li Xinmin was also at a loss. She stopped and turned to look at Chen Lang.
"Langlang, you wrote this song, so tell me how it should be sung?"
Chen Lang thought for a moment and then simply shrugged.
"When I was writing it, I felt it wasn't really suitable for my sister to sing, so maybe I should just leave it as is —"
"No, I want to sing!"
Yao Beina, however, was stubborn and unwilling to accept defeat.
"If everyone else can sing, so can I. Little brother, teach me!"
Chen Lang opened his mouth, but seeing Yao Beina's stubborn expression, he could only give in.
He thought for a moment and then offered a suggestion.
"Sister, imagine it."
"You really, really want to eat something, like the strawberry cake from that new cake shop at the end of the alley."
"You waited in a very, very long line and finally managed to buy the last one."
"You happily held it, ready to eat."
"Then I ran over, snatched it away, and ate it right in front of you."
"I didn't leave you a single bite."
"How are you feeling at this moment?"
Yao Beina blinked her gentle eyes and then smiled.
"If your little brother wants some, you can have it."
"I'll go buy it for you again."
Chen Lang slapped his forehead.
Well, this conversation has died down.
He was at his wit's end.
Liu Yifei, who had been quiet the whole time, was waving her little fists, looking furious.
"Kill him!"
She looked at Chen Lang with a fierce yet cute expression.
"If anyone dares to steal my things, I'll kill them!"
Chen Lang shrugged and looked at Li Xinmin.
"Aunt, look."
"She understands everything."
Yao Beina watched the two little ones interact, smiling gently without saying a word.
Li Xinmin looked at his daughter and sighed inwardly.
Actually, she had a very simple and direct method.
I know my own daughter best.
Over the past few years, her unreliable father has been constantly complaining about how it's a pity his nephew and daughter haven't become a couple.
She's been through it all too.
My daughter is older now, and she's at a sensitive age. How could she not have any thoughts after hearing so much?
All she has to do is say one word to her daughter.
"Bena, imagine this: you like Langlang so much, but Langlang only has Xixi in his heart. He's going to marry Xixi in the future."
How do you feel about this?
Just by saying that, wouldn't that feeling of despair, of being abandoned by the whole world, immediately come to mind?
But she can't do that.
That's my own daughter.
How could she possibly hurt her daughter's most vulnerable spot just to get her to sing a song well?
Too cruel.
Li Xinmin had no choice but to abandon the idea.
It seems we have to think of another way.
She thought about it and came up with an idea.
"Bena, starting today, you will watch TV with me every night."
I watch two episodes of Qiong Yao's TV dramas every day.
"Also, take a few of those romance novels from Langlang's room and have a look at them."
"Let's start by getting a feel for things through words and images."
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