"【Best Composer】 Award...Han Jue!"

Guan Yi did not start the speech immediately, but closed his eyes and pointed it on his temple with his index finger, just like a TV frequency regulation, as if searching for the corresponding award speech.

After all, there are too many things to memorize.

And the following paragraph is the top priority.

"I want to thank Teacher Zhang and Zhang Yiman for this award."

Guan Yi said just now, and the cheers and screams from the audience started to ring one after another.

"Although we have been together for quite some time, I still call her Teacher Zhang like everyone else. Why? Dash, because I gave this nickname.

Of course, it is because she always has something worth learning from.

When I first debuted, I was called a machine. When I thought about it better, I never made any mistakes and my state was always stable. But in fact, it means that I have no feelings for singing and playing, and I always feel like watching other people's affairs, which is difficult to resonate with.

Teacher Zhang has a lot of emotions, and it is almost full. After meeting her, I become like a person. I start singing my own voice, playing music about myself, and expressing my emotions with notes. It can be said that it was not until I met her that I really started to get involved in music.

Composition is not a difficult task for me. As long as she is by my side, I will never be exhausted. I hope to see her laugh, I hope to see her cry, I hope to see her laugh after crying, and when I think about this, melodies will pop up in my mind.

She is my switch.”

…………

Zhang Yiman took off his headphones, smiled and stretched lazily.

At this time, she was on the deck of a yacht with a fishing rod in front of her.

The sunlight floats on the sea and sparkles.

With such a good weather, there would be no storm that Han Jue was worried about.

Zhang Yiman looked down and saw that on the side of the recliner were the life jackets and lifebuoys placed by Han Jue, as well as a rubber boat that had not yet been inflated.

Zhang Yiman recalled Han Jue's best comments, but was not satisfied. He watched the clip of the [Best Composer] award again.

【…She is my switch.】

Zhang Yiman was still a little shy. Although these love words were spoken through Guan Yi's mouth, they did not prevent her from feeling happy. She could understand them, because she knew that if Han Jue said these words to her, he would definitely be embarrassed to say them.

"Uncle!" Zhang Yiman shouted at the cabin.

"What are you doing?" Han Jue's voice floated out.

"Are you thinking of a new song?"

"New song? Not yet."

"So, are you thinking about it now?"

"It's very difficult."

"When traveling, I just want the song of our trip together."

"Travel..." Han Jue's voice fell silent for a few seconds, and when it sounded again, there was a string of singing:

“【You have seen many beautiful scenery, you have seen many beautiful women

You're lost in every short ray of light on the map

...

You memorize every word of your favorite truth in the book

But I can't tell why you love me

But I can't tell which expression you admire me

But I can't tell you what occasion I've moved you...]"

At first, Zhang Yiman was still swaying with the melody, but as he listened, his smile slowly disappeared. The more he heard it, the more something was wrong, and he became even more furious when he heard it.

"What are you singing!" Zhang Yiman roared angrily, then ran into the cabin to beat Han Jue.

…………

“The one who won the Best Album Producer Award is… Han Jue!”

"Thanks Cohen, my teacher. He told me before, 'The job of a music producer is not to let the singer sing the lyrics, but to sing out the things that the lyrics have not been written. Many times the most important part of the lyrics is the subtle sound.' I keep this sentence in my heart, so that whenever I find a subtle sound, as a lyricist, I immediately pick up a pen to fill the hole, and then let me, as a producer, be helpless..."

…………

At 10:30 in the night at the Magic City, a recording studio under the name of [Aidu].

Cohen is still working overtime to catch up on the progress of a song.

"That part just now is good. Let's try to reduce the sadness by three points, and then increase the relief." Cohen frowned and asked the singer in the studio.

“…”

Thirty seconds later.

"Yes, next imagine you have an annoying kid who will finally reach his primary school age tomorrow."

“…”

Thirty seconds later.

“… Not bad, let’s take a break first.”

The singer was served by an assistant to go out for fresh air.

Cohen sat down and ate the pizza bored.

The recording engineer came over and grabbed a corner. He understood Cohen. Although Cohen had been saying "not bad, not that good", there was actually nothing that could be used. "not bad" in the recording studio is just a communication term, and has no meaning. It is considered a custom in the industry.

He would cruelly point out that the singers are not good here and there are only the current producers who are not good at it, as far as the recording engineer knows, probably Han Jue.

"It's so hard! I don't ask him to be as talented, comprehensible and hard as Han Juezhang Yiman. I just want to ask, "Fuck it up, isn't this the basis for a singer?" Cohen was so angry.

The recording engineer just smiled bitterly.

Those behind the scenes can get in touch with the most realistic voice of a singer. If you meet a singer like Han Juezhang Yiman, working together is a pleasure.

"【Best Album Producer】Come out!" The assistant walked in with excitement.

"Who?" Cohen stopped chewing. As a foreigner, he only cares about this award every year [Golden Song].

"Han Jue!" said the assistant.

"Hahaha--" Cohen smiled all over his face, and the boredom of working just now was wiped out.

After starting work again and facing the singer's shortcomings, Cohen became kind and kind.

"It's a little better than just now, hahaha, let's try to sing the last sentence again..."

…………

"The song of the year... is a singer I hate, congratulations to Han Jue!"

"Thank you for my audience. I used songs from talking to myself, but I accidentally gained so many soulmates. Thank you, because of your existence, I have less loneliness in this world..."

…………

Han Jue Fan Fan Club Team Building Place.

"oh!!!"

"Another one!!"

"Seven prizes have been received!"

The veteran fans booked a bar and drove the live awards ceremony of the [Golden Melody Awards]. Everyone chatted and reminisced. Only when Han Jue nominated awards appeared, everyone was as nervous as watching a penalty kick, and then celebrated Han Jue's award.

Hu Fei and the president even drank a lot of alcohol and were in high spirits because Han Jue had two variety shows last night, and their lives were hopeful again in the next half month.

Although they hoped that Han Jue could recover from her illness, they still hoped to see Han Jue more. Being able to appear from time to time like yesterday was enough to satisfy them and were very surprised.

Later, some old fans from the Magic City came to the bar, and everyone talked and laughed like old friends.

Hu Fei suddenly saw a young man.

The smile on her face slowly sank.

"What's wrong?" Jiang Yun noticed Hu Fei's face.

Hu Fei just pointed at a place.

In that direction, there was a girl who looked like a college student, sitting quietly, placing a glass of beer at the table, just staring straight at the projection screen.

"Who is this?" Jiang Yun thought it was other irrelevant people and got in.

"Xu Jin." Hu Fei said.

"Who?" Jiang Yun still didn't know.

"The fan that Lao Han first played," Hu Fei's low voice passed through the lively laughter and the applause of the speaker, accurately reaching Jiang Yun's ears.

Jiang Yun's face suddenly became ugly: "What are she doing?!" She didn't forget that it started with that matter. Han Jue fell sharply later and everyone pushed him.

Jiang Yun, who was furious, was about to go over and stab her. The president suddenly stopped them and said that Xu Jin was invited to play.

"Old Han has already said that things in the past are not about Xu Jin's business. After all, he really fought, and he was very sad later." The president looked at Xu Jin in the corner and said, "The little girl has always regretted it over the years. She felt that she didn't have the courage to correct anything. Now she is studying law and the law firm she interns is Lao Han's studio cooperative law firm. Now her boss is also helping Han Jue deal with the rights of his works. It's pretty good."
To be continued...