The day before the recording of "The Strongest Voice on the Surface", Zhong Dao rehearsed at the CBS studio. The rehearsal repertoire was not his personal repertoire, but the chorus repertoire of the nine contestants at the opening. The selection was "Dream Catcher" by LOTUS , so saying that "The Great Wave" has no copyright is just an excuse, and the program crew didn't even bother to panic.
The high pitch of "Dream Catcher" is also terrible. The chief director originally arranged for Yuan Qian from Tong Guandong's team to sing, but the music director, Mr. Zheng, said he couldn't sing. Zhong Dao was in a daze.
"Zhong Dao, you can sing this sentence." Teacher Zheng said to him with a microphone.
Zhong Dao nodded without saying a word.
After the first rehearsal, there are still many problems. The accompaniment and stage lighting need to be adjusted a little bit. When the director and the music director are discussing on the stage, the contestants can take the opportunity to rest for a few minutes. Sitting on a chair in the auditorium, he walked over to pick up a glass of water and was about to drink when the phone screen under his coat suddenly lit up. The scene was so loud that he didn't even hear the phone ring.
The caller number was unfamiliar, so he was a little suspicious. He walked to the corridor outside the studio and found a quieter place to answer the call. A voice on the other end of the phone said, "It's me."
He suddenly recognized Sui Qingchi's voice, a little tongue-tied, why did Sui Qingchi call him
"I'll send you an address," Sui Qingchi said, "Come here now."
Zhong Dao didn't know what Sui Qingchi wanted to do with him, and he didn't dare to ask, so he could only say hello first, then turned to find the chief director and asked for an hour's leave.
"One hour?" The chief director was very impatient, "Didn't you see that the rehearsal is about to start now? Where can I find an hour for you?"
Zhong Dao frowned, and asked if he could leave early, but the chief director turned a deaf ear to him and just talked on the public channel, leaving him behind.
Zhong Dao had no choice but to go outside the studio and call Sui Qingchi back: "I'm sorry, senior, I'm in the CBS rehearsal right now, the director is not allowed to ask for leave, I..."
He wanted to ask if I could come over later, Sui Qingchi said without waiting for him to finish speaking: "Can't you figure out a way by yourself?"
Zhong Dao was speechless.
Sui Qingchi asked: "Your rehearsal time is over, what are you doing rehearsing there?"
"It's the opening song sung by nine people." Zhong Dao said.
"Can you sing a few lines of the opening song sung by nine people? Are you so confused because of your brain?"
"..."
Sui Qingchi said "I'll send you the address, and you can figure out the rest" before hanging up the phone.
Zhong Dao was stunned in the corridor. After a while, the phone vibrated. It was the address sent to him, which was in a recording studio.
"Zhong Dao, the rehearsal is on!"
The staff came out to call him, and seeing that he hadn't moved, they urged him impatiently.
Zhong Dao stood in a dilemma, the phone suddenly vibrated in his palm again, he lowered his head, and the number sent him four words:
—Skip class
If the mentor is Tang Du, it is absolutely impossible to send him these four words. No mentor will let him leave the rehearsal of nine people and run away for himself, because it is a responsibility and a sense of collective honor. It is the positive energy promoted by this society.
Only Sui Qingchi, the Second Heavenly King, dared to pronounce these four words.
The staff urged him to go in, Zhong Dao glanced back, quickly picked up the phone, turned and left.
While waiting for the elevator, he heard the chief director's voice from the direction of the studio: "Where are the people from Zhongdao?"
Immediately, the staff member and the chief director turned around from the other end of the corridor, and when they saw him, the staff member shouted: "Zhong Dao!"
The chief director was furious: "Where are you going after the rehearsal?!" He said as he walked towards him quickly.
Zhong Dao turned around and ran towards the stairwell.
The staff froze for a moment and quickly chased after him, pushed open the door of the stairwell, only to see the back of the boy who quickly disappeared from downstairs like a parkour.
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"I'll go, Ji Shi 2.0..."
Zhong Dao took a taxi and rushed to the recording studio. There was a traffic jam on the road, and there were still seven or eight hundred meters away from the studio. He simply got out of the car and ran. When he arrived at the recording studio, he was out of breath and even forgot to knock on the door. Push the door open and go in. Sui Qingchi sat on the swivel chair, turned around, saw the young man who was out of breath from running, stood up, and said, "Very good, you don't need to open your voice."
Zhong Dao guessed that Sui Qingchi must have just made an announcement. The makeup on his face had been violently washed off, but the hair style on his forehead was still kept, because his hair was wet and a lock of hair was hanging down.
Zhong Dao went straight into the recording studio, hung up the earphones, and Sui Qingchi stood outside the glass and said to him:
"You will be eliminated in tomorrow's game in all likelihood, and I can't help you, but I can help you have a perfect exit. Do you choose to have a perfect exit, or choose to cry and make trouble with the program group?" hang yourself?"
Zhong Dao was already mentally prepared, he said: "I want to make a grand exit."
Sui Qingchi said: "The recording will start tomorrow, so I don't have time to arrange or rehearse. I can only use the original accompaniment. Don't even think about the idea of adding points to the arrangement." He raised his eyebrows, rather Sneering a little, "But I don't think this is a problem," he said while lowering his head and turning on the mixer, "Fu Cuo is not the only one who can help you score."
Zhong Dao didn't say a word, thinking that these two people don't know whether they have enmity or something, and they both have a very high sense of presence in each other's place.
He watched Sui Qingchi sit down in front of the mixer, looked at him through the glass and said:
"Tang Du's "Satellite" was a must-order song for me when I went to KTV before. Believe it or not, I think I can sing better than the original singer." Speaking of this, I can't help laughing at myself, "I'm just unlucky, I didn't encounter such a song. A good song."
For the first time, Zhong Dao understood and sympathized with Sui Qingchi, with such an astonishing talent, but he did not meet a creator who was willing to appreciate him and tolerate him.
Maybe it's not that I haven't encountered it...
Sui Qingchi brushed back the lock of hair hanging from his forehead, put on the earphones and pressed them down, and played the accompaniment with his head down: "Sing it first, let me listen."
When the prelude sounded, Zhong Dao approached the blowout shield, and Sui Qingchi would guide him from time to time during the singing process:
"You've been holding your breath, it's not right. This song doesn't need showmanship, it needs to be natural, like speaking, understand? No breathing sound means no soul, let the breath out, and do it again."
Zhong Dao was a little surprised, this was contrary to the opinion he was instructed before, but he only realized that Sui Qingchi was right after singing the verse part.
Entering the chorus, Sui Qingchi frowned again: "The vibrato is too much, the universe is such a clean place, where do these greasy and fancy things come from?"
This review style is very secondary, but it is not unreasonable.
Zhong Dao sang the last line of the song, and the pitch was very low. The high pitch of this song was not difficult for him. The low pitch was the only difficulty. He could barely reach it when he sang casually, but the pitch was not accurate enough, and the articulation was also very vague , This time I amplified all the details through the sensitive earphones, only to find that it didn't sound good.
He sang the bass line several times over and over again. Sui Qingchi leaned back in his chair, squeezed the space between his eyebrows, and heard his sigh clearly through the microphone Zhong Dao, not the kind of very polite sigh, sigh The voice was thick and heavy, and it made his face hot.
Sui Qingchi took off the earphones, leaned on the back of the chair, brushed his hands back a few times, closed his eyes for a while, finally sat up, put on the earphones to press down his hair, and said: "Try again, you will still Almost."
Zhong Dao boldly asked: "Can you demonstrate?"
Sui Qingchi glanced at him: "I'll sing a hundred thousand songs, are you sure you want to listen?"
"... forget it."
Sui Qingchi exhaled, stood up, turned up the microphone, and turned on the accompaniment: "The bass section, right..."
Zhong Dao's eyes widened, quite flattered.
The accompaniment was rewound to the second chorus. Sui Qingchi put both hands on the mixer and leaned over to the microphone. As soon as he leaned over, Zhong Dao immediately pricked up his ears and concentrated on it.
Sui Qingchi skipped most of the chorus, and when it came to the last line, his voice finally came in:
…it travels thousands of miles
it is waiting
meet next time.
It was just an intercom microphone, not as sensitive as a condenser microphone, but the deep "encounter" was still thick and full, like a huge shadow of a celestial body sliding over the head, bringing a sense of overwhelming silence, marking the song like a universe Deep end.
Zhong Dao even heard ghost-like overtones from Sui Qingchi's singing, as if he was not singing alone, there were thousands of invisible elves behind him, and when he sang the most emotional part, they would appear Come to embellish this sound of nature one after another.
Sui Qingchi raised her body after singing, and looked at Zhong Dao who was in a daze behind the glass:
"It's quite poetic for Yufei to write this song," he said, "When a satellite orbits a planet, if the satellite moves between the planet and the star, the star's light will illuminate the front of the planet. If you look at the planet from the satellite, it seems to have disappeared. So at a certain time, the satellite can see the planet, its landform, its climate, and At another time, it couldn't find the planet, and this low pitch was the moment when it couldn't see the planet. Without this sound, you wouldn't know how lonely this satellite is in the dark, so This note must be sung well, otherwise, no matter how good the previous singing is, it is only a second-rate singing."
Zhong Dao was immersed in deep shock, not only because of the goosebump-provoking bass, but unexpectedly Sui Qingchi understood this song in this way. Is Yu Fei really meaning this? Or is such an understanding already considered a re-creation
"I'll teach you to practice bubble tone," Sui Qingchi said, "and then you should be able to sing with this level of bass."
After he finished speaking, he turned his head and looked behind him. Zhong Dao noticed that his mobile phone on the sofa was ringing. Sui Qingchi walked over to pick up the mobile phone and turned it to silent, and said, "Remember to mute the mobile phone when you come. "
He nodded.
In the next more than an hour of concentration, Zhong Dao perfected the song over and over again. Sui Qingchi recorded the sound for him and said it was ok, you can listen to it yourself.
He had sung the familiar "Satellite" many times before he came to "The Strongest Voice on the Surface", but this time it was heard in his ears, and it was completely new, as if it had been washed away. Even though the accompaniment has not changed, the whole song has become so simple and romantic, completely different from the gorgeous starry sky-like romance of the original song. Sui Qingchi let him breathe out, trained his head to resonate in high notes, and taught him to use nasal sounds Humming makes this song uncomfortable to sing, and even the words are spoken with a thick nasal sound, but there is always a kind of beauty that hovers over the soul of the world.
Sui Qingchi stopped playing, and said into the microphone:
"I'll copy the recording for you, and listen to it a few more times when you go back. I can only teach you so much about skills, and the rest is beyond what skills can do." He asked, "Have you ever liked someone?"
Zhong Dao shook his head.
"Have you seen any romance movies?"
"few."
Sui Qingchi frowned with a headache: "Then do you know what this song is about?"
"A... satellite orbiting the planet?"
Sui Qingchi stared at him from the other side of the glass for a while, with a childish face, and finally said: "Forget it, I don't care if you've ever been in a relationship or watched a romance movie, I want you to sing this song When imagining a person you like, he is like that planet, you are his satellite, everything he does affects you, you feel alive only when his heart beats, you know the beauty of breathing only when he breathes, and you feel the beauty of breathing when you see him Rejoice, you will miss him when you don’t see him, with such a person, you will…”
Zhong Dao looked at Sui Qingchi with bated breath, and heard his brief aphasia:
"You will not hate this world so much, and you will know how to thank the person who gave birth to you."
At two o'clock in the evening, Fu Cuo left the bar and received a WeChat message from Sui Qingchi:
- I hope you can come to the next game
— If you don’t want to leave regrets
After reading the two messages, he put his phone in his jacket pocket.
On the way back, he passed the 24-hour fast food restaurant again. He couldn't help but stop, across the road, and looked at the window on the right.
Six years after the breakup, Sui Qingchi came to see him for the first time, and it was there that they met formally for the first time.
That position is now empty.
It was a bit cold on the street, he crossed the road, opened the door and walked into the bright fast food restaurant, ordered a cup of hot cocoa, walked to a seat by the window and sat down alone.
That night, he walked over and sat down in such a leisurely way, glanced at Sui Qingchi who was staying in the car and refused to get out of the corner of his eye, and finally got out of the car with his head down, opened the door and walked in, very rudely. He opened the chair and sat down domineeringly opposite him.
He took the hot cocoa from his hand, and stretched out his legs, purposely jamming them between his feet.
Much like the Sui Qingchi he knew, if he didn't speak. If he didn't speak, maybe he could keep looking at him like this, thinking about him secretly, missing him for a while.
When leaving that day, Sui Qingchi said, what else do you want from me? Want me to get on my knees and cry and tell you I was wrong? He thought that Sui Qingchi would never say such things to anyone in his life, except when he quarreled with him like this.
But he did kneel down.
Really say I was wrong.
It wasn't just the kiss that made him feel overwhelmed, but also the sound of pride kneeling down.