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Chu Qing took a deep breath, remembering the tone of the Hetu in his previous life, and then closed his eyes...

"The sound of swords and halberds is hoarse in silk and bamboo. Who will take you to watch the battle outside the city? The seven-layer gauze dress, blood splattered with white gauze. The six troops at the city did not send out. Who knew that seeing each other again was life and death without saying anything..."

He spoke, imitating the voice of Hetu, and began to sing.

It is difficult to sing the song "The World" and it is hard to sing. Ordinary people can't sing the flavor of Hetu. Although Chu Qing's voice is pretty good, he hasn't sang it formally before, and the songs he sang in the recording studio always have a bit of lifelike smell.

The more Chu Qing sang, the less it tasted, and the more she sang, the more she felt something was wrong.

no!

"No, it's not like this!" Chu Qing sang two paragraphs and then opened his eyes and looked at the tuner. "Can you re-record it?"

"Yes, yes."

"Give me a minute, I'll find the feeling."

"good."

Chu Qing recalled the melody of the song "Take the World" in his mind, and tried to find the tone of the song "Take the World".

Hetu's voice is very scented, with a gentle and sad taste.

Chu Qing's voice was slightly low...

"Is that OK?"

"Um."

"Then start preparing."

"good."

Chu Qing put on the headphones again and then breathed a long sigh.

"The sound of swords and halberds is hoarse in the silk and bamboo. Who will take you to watch the battle outside the city..."

He continued to sing, but after he sang a sentence, he felt something was very wrong and quickly stepped on the brakes.

"What's wrong?"

"It's not right, it's not right."

"I think you're a little impetuous." The tuner frowned.

"Well, it's really a bit impetuous."

"You can't record songs well in such a state." The tuner put down his equipment and looked at Chu Qing seriously. "How about this, you sing this song first, no matter whether you think it is good or bad, then listen to any defects on your own, so that it will be nicer to you."

"Um."

Chu Qing hesitated a little, then nodded, closed his eyes and continued to sing. This time, he continued to sing no matter how weird the song was. After the song was finished, he breathed a long sigh of relief, sweating all over his body, as if he had fought a difficult battle.

"Listen?" The tuner made a gesture, and then the recording engineer next to him readjusted the machine and started playing in the recording studio...

"The sound of swords and halberds is hoarse in the silk and bamboo. Who will take you to watch the battle outside the city..."

Chu Qing listened to his singing. When he heard his singing, Chu Qing subconsciously felt a little strange and a little furry, feeling that it was neither like the sound of the Hetu nor the sound of his own, and it sounded messy.

"How are you listening?" Chu Qing took a deep breath and turned to look at the recording engineer and the tuner.

The recording engineer lowered his head and did not speak, while the tuner looked at Chu Qing.

"I'm telling the truth?"

"Um."

"Among the singers I have recorded, you are the one who sings the worst... This is not a question of your voice, but your voice seems to be deliberately suppressing your own style to imitate something... In short, it sounds like a four-dimensional person. I am bluntly speaking, I have never seen a singer who sings so poorly..." The tuner told Chu Qing the truth without hesitation.

After hearing the tuner's words, Chu Qing was silent for a while, feeling a little blow from the bottom of his heart.

The worst one?

All right……

However, Chu Qing, who was hit, was not discouraged. Instead, he continued to close his eyes and stayed silently in the recording studio to find a feeling.

"Can you still record this song? If you don't record it, I'll leave." After watching Chu Qing stay in the center of the recording studio, the recording engineer who had been silent was a little impatient.

"Friend, to be honest, you really don't have the talent to sing..." The tuner also nodded and said to Chu Qing.

Chu Qing naturally heard the words of the two of them.

But he still closed his eyes.

Do I really have no talent for singing? Or do I really stop singing? Recording songs is a waste of time...

What if it's up?

Just when Chu Qing was about to give up, another voice suddenly sounded in her heart...

When I encounter this setback, will I give up?

talent?

Am I really not talented?

Even if I don’t have talent, can’t I give it a try?

I want to give it a try, I am unwilling to give up, I am really unwilling to do it. If someone says I can't do it, will I really not do it?

Chu Qing always felt that he was very humble, so humble that he threw it on the roadside like a stone, no one would pay attention.

However, he felt that he could not be confused and retreat when encountering problems. At least, he felt that he wanted to change.

give up?

Can't give up!

At this moment, Chu Qing let out a long sigh and opened his eyes.

"Let me try again." At this moment, he obviously had a trace of fighting spirit in his eyes. Others said he couldn't do it, but he insisted on trying it.

No talent?

If you give up without talent, then this person will be really useless.

"Try it?"

"Um."

"Okay." Although the tuner and the recording engineer were a little impatient, they never spoke again after seeing Chu Qing's eyes.

The melody rang again.

"The sound of swords and halberds is hoarse in silk and bamboo. Who will take you to watch the battle outside the city? The seven-layer gauze dress, blood splattered with white gauze. The six troops at the city did not send out. Who knew that seeing each other again was life and death without saying anything..."

When Chu Qing sang again, he obviously felt that some kind of restraint on his body had stopped changing. He could not even see the tuner and the recording engineer even if he opened his eyes...

It felt, yes, he found that feeling.

Not an imitation!

Instead, I'm looking for my own style.

A low voice, a clear voice spit out from Chu Qing's mouth.

The recording engineer and the tuner looked at each other and saw a slight surprise in each other's eyes.

In a short period of time, this young man seemed to have completed some transformation, and even the song was a little different.

Although his singing skills are very ordinary, he sings without restraint...

"How about it?"

"You listen to it yourself, I think it's OK." After the song was finished, the tuner nodded.

"No, it's still a lot worse. Although I found some feelings, it's still a little worse." This time it was obviously a little better than before, but Chu Qing still felt unsatisfied.

"continue?"

"good."

Recording songs is actually a very boring thing, and those who are waiting for Chu Qing to record songs are even more boring.

Xia Baoyang thought that Chu Qing could record the songs in one day and could take them out and listen to them, but when Chu Qing walked out exhausted and had a hint of helplessness in his eyes, Xia Baoyang realized that he had not recorded it well.

"How about it?"

"The recording was not very good." Chu Qing shook his head, "I think there is still room for improvement, so the theme song is not urgent, right?"

"It's not urgent. This time I come here mainly to let you adapt. By the way, how are you recording? Take it out and listen?"

"It's bad, I need some time." Chu Qing closed his eyes and shook his head.

"how long?"

"About half a month."

"Half a month? That's not the time when this drama happened to be finished?"

"Um."
To be continued...