The main accompaniment of this song is acoustic guitar and electric guitar. Before entering the recording room to record the accompaniment, they choose the right guitar in the next room where the musical instruments are displayed. As for the tone, Fu Cuo never thought that he would be stuck in the stage of choosing an instrument, and one card would take more than an hour.
The delicacy of mountains and seas, precious gems and delicacies make people confused.
You can't count on all the good ones, and finally he walked over and picked up a red Fender electric guitar and asked, "Is this what you usually play on stage?"
Sui Qingchi squatted on the ground to tune the effector, looked up at the guitar, and then at Fu Cuo: "This one is used a lot, do you want to use this one?"
Fu Cuo lowered his head and hung up the guitar, and said, "Let it be, trust you."
Sui Qingchi said "hmm", set up the effector, got up and said, "You should like its tone."
Fu Cuo flicked it casually, and knew that Sui Qingchi was right. The clear sound of this guitar was bright but not harsh, and it really was his favorite taste. Sui Qingchi said: "I added an overload and fuzz, try it."
He was like a kid showing off his toys. Fu Cuo felt amused. He stepped on the pedal and swept the strings. There was a "wow" in his heart. The room was filled with a burst of restlessness. It was really exciting. He said, "Try reverb and dey again."
They tried various effect chains, and the tone of this guitar seemed to be perfectly capable. In memory, the two of them had never played an instrument together like this before, and they were a little bit overwhelmed.
Sui Qingchi looked at Fu Cuo, who was holding the guitar in his arms. This red electric guitar has been with him for a long time, and he will use it at the first and the end of the tour. The connection is invisible and intangible, but he finds that this connection really exists at this moment, because when it is hugged by Fu Cuo, he feels as if he is being hugged too. Fu Cuo's hand flicked and swept, as if it was the position of his heart.
It took too much time to choose a musical instrument. When leaving the musical instrument room, Fu Cuo glanced back at the expensive guitars on the wall. It was ridiculous. At that time, they couldn’t play such guitars at all. An entry-level electric guitar worth a thousand yuan, I dream of touching a guitar worth tens of thousands of yuan, but when I really have this opportunity, I miss the time when I had no choice.
Since there was no choice, I got the best option.
Fu Cuo went into the studio to record the guitar, and Sui Qingchi was in charge of the mixer. He quickly finished playing the intro on the acoustic guitar. When he looked up, he saw Sui Qingchi leaning back on the chair of the mixer, with two long legs Stacked on the mixer.
Fu Cuo couldn't take it anymore, and got up and knocked on the glass with the guitar in his arms: "Hey, can you do it?"
Sui Qingchi lazily took off his earphones, put his legs down, slid the chair forward, and said, "Your guitar is fine, I have nothing to pay attention to."
"Then please be more serious," Fu Cuo said, "I looked up and saw your feet on it, please think about how I feel?"
"I'm serious." Sui Qingchi said.
Fu Cuo was very speechless, Sui Qingchi outside the glass frowned, looking a little serious, he said: "What are you serious about?"
"I listened carefully to your guitar playing." Sui Qingchi said.
Still leaning forward, he said this seriously into the microphone. Fu Cuo was speechless for a few seconds, and finally bowed his head in resignation and said, "Don't cross your feet while listening."
The guitar part was recorded next time at Sui Qingchi's insistence, and the drums and bass Fu made a mistake to use the sound effect library. At this time, Sui Qingchi said: "Let me try playing the drums."
Fu Cuo was a little surprised, and asked if you knew how to play drums. Sui Qingchi said that he had played drums in the company for several years, but had never played on stage. He moved his wrists while talking, shrugged and said, "Give me a chance to show off my skills?"
What made Fu Cuo even more surprised was that Sui Qingchi really knew how to play the drums, not only could he play but also double-step, full of momentum but... no aesthetic feeling, the drum speed would be muddled as soon as it came up.
"Isn't it okay?" Sui Qingchi asked from the other side of the glass after being called to stop.
Fu Cuo looked at Sui Qingchi in the recording room, and said to himself that he could do nothing but look handsome...
They repeated it several times, and it was either blurred here or messed up there. In the end, they had to rely on spelling and cutting to piece together a complete paragraph. In the end, Sui Qingchi was so hot that he took off his sweater, and the pink sweater was taken off his head with one hand. He tore it off and threw it aside, wearing only a black vest, and gradually found some feeling, the BMP reached 160 in the last interlude, the speed was too fast to see the drumming movements of his hands, only Sui Qingchi's chest was visible. The Cro-heart pendant was beating up and down in a daze. When Sui Qingchi was halfway through the beating and getting better, the rhythm suddenly became chaotic again. Just as Fu Cuo was about to ask what was going on, he saw Sui Qingchi bent over to pick up the earphones. The beating was so violent that the earphones were knocked off. He picked up the earphones and said while putting them on, "Let's do it again."
Through the sensitive earphones, Fu Cuo heard his breath of sweat and panting. He stared at Sui Qingchi's hand holding the drum stick. The ring engraved with the initials of the two people was tightly put on his drumming right hand. Fu Cuo didn't know what he did. He was almost thirty years old, and he blushed and felt his heartbeat watching such a scene.
It seems that I have returned to the age when I was full of blood. Seeing such a boy playing drums, even a boy would sweat and think about how handsome he is.
Sui Qingchi was covered in sweat when he came out after recording. He was holding the pink sweater in his hand, and his chest was still heaving. Fu mistakenly played the recorded drum part to him, and Sui Qingchi walked up to him. Leaning down, Fu Cuo could feel the heat emanating from his body when he got close, and the Cro-heart pendant dangled in the corner of his eyes following Sui Qingchi's breathing, which felt like an electric shock to his vision.
After listening, Sui Qingchi straightened up and said, "Why is it still okay?"
"You don't even think about how many times you recorded it," Fu Cuo said, "You cut more than a dozen paragraphs into it, what do you think?"
Sui Qingchi licked his dry lips, leaned back on the mixer with a smile, and put the pink sweater on his outstretched legs: "I said I would give you back a West Wind," he said, "Look Come on, I can't do it." He looked down at Fu Cuo who was a little speechless, and said, "Western Wind is really irreplaceable."
Fu Cuo took off the earphones hanging around his neck, got up and said, "It's almost three o'clock, let's eat something before recording."
Because I don’t want to spend too much time on cooking, and it’s inconvenient to order takeaway at Fushan Villa, so I still ate noodles, noodles with fried eggs. The index finger moved.
Maybe he was really hungry, Fu Cuo thought.
There is the last bit of noodles left in the kitchen, give Sui Qingchi some more for the bowl, Sui Qingchi glanced at the noodle bowl and said, "Wow, did you treat me so favorably?"
Fu Cuo had already sat down to eat with his bowl, and said as he ate, "It's good to sing when you're full."
"It's too much." Sui Qingchi picked up the chopsticks slowly and glanced at him, "I'm not a tool for singing."
"You wash the dishes later."
"understood."
Then the two of them settled the noodles in a hurry.
"Fu wrong."
"?" Fu Cuo raised his head upon hearing the sound.
"You are not as gentle as before."
Fu Cuo closed his eyes, looked at Sui Qingchi and then lowered his head after he finished talking sullenly, almost bursting into laughter.
Is it not gentle to let you sing and wash the dishes? What's the matter? This person is so childish, has he really been a Uranus superstar for a few years
Finally it was time to record the main vocal.
Before Sui Qingchi entered the door, Fu Cuo called him to stop and said, "Oake."
Sui Qingchi pushed open the door of the recording room, turned around and asked with a smile, "Is there any reward for Oake?"
"Do you still want to reward Oake?"
Sui Qingchi was silent for a while, and said, "I'm actually not that good at oak now."
Fu Cuo didn't know if what he said was true. He watched Sui Qingchi walk into the recording room with the lyrics, but Sui Qingchi didn't take his place immediately. He spread the lyrics on the shelf, put on the earphones, and walked to Turned off the light in the recording room, and said to Fu Cuo outside the glass: "Play the accompaniment and I will listen to it twice."
Fu misplaced the accompaniment, and Sui Qingchi sat under the condenser microphone, just listening with his head down.
This reminded Fu Cuo that Sui Qingchi had to sit alone in the background with his head bowed for a while every time Xifeng came on stage, and he was used to not disturbing him. I don't know if he will still be like this before he goes on stage. He has always been curious about what Sui Qingchi was thinking when he sat silently like this.
In the recording room, Sui Qingchi turned off the light, only the light from this glass illuminated Sui Qingchi who was sitting in the dark, and he put on that pink sweater again, the pink was a little pink under the dim light. Purple. Sui Qingchi said to play it twice, but he really only listened to it twice, then stood up, moved the chair away, and gave Fu Cuo a thumbs up to signal that he was ready.
Fu Cuo was beating his heart inexplicably. He didn't expect that he asked Sui Qingchi for an oake. What he waited for was not Sui Qingchi's "OK" of course, but a reward, and he didn't expect Sui Qingchi to be with him He said he's not as good at Oake now. But after such a long time, so many things have indeed changed. He can ask Sui Qingchi to quit smoking from now on, but he can't ask him to seamlessly connect with the past, let alone ask his voice to return to the past.
After the prelude, Fu Cuo heard Sui Qingchi's first song through the sensitive monitor earphones.
"When winter turns to spring, I
Brought into this world as a guest…”
They were all ready for the possibility of tuning, but after just a few lines of the verse, goosebumps still uncontrollably formed on their backs.
Sui Qingchi's performance was extremely stable, and there was no need to fix the sound even once. In less than five minutes, the song was recorded.
Oake.
Sui Qingchi looked at him from behind the glass, and Fu Cuo was stunned for a moment before he approached the microphone and said, "Very good. No problem."
Sui Qingchi's feedback was very calm, he nodded, took off his earphones, put away the lyrics, opened the door and walked out. Fu Cuo originally wondered if Sui Qingchi's words were intended to scare him, but Sui Qingchi's current appearance didn't show off at all.
"Why do you say you're not good at Oake?" Fu wrongly said, thinking that you have sung like this, which sound engineer dares you to do it all over again
It would be a sin to interrupt Sui Qingchi when he was recording, not to mention that for the sound engineers who have endured too many car accident scenes, singers like Sui Qingchi will only be their favorite. Maybe the whole world is spurning Sui Qingchi now, but he knows that group of sound engineers will definitely not.
Sui Qingchi doesn't know where to start. He still records once in the studio. The so-called not being good at it is just a feeling. One day, he will suddenly be stopped by the sound engineer outside the glass. , will need to be sung a second time, and will be silently modified. He doesn't take how people say that he is a waste of money, and how music critics say bad things about him. Only when he walks into the recording studio, he knows that this fear really dominates him. He was not like this in the past, he still remembers the first time he entered the recording studio with Xifeng, he never thought about whether it would be Oake, he didn't know what panic was at all.
"Are you really afraid that I'll sing badly?" Sui Qingchi asked with her head lowered, curling her lips.
Fu Cuo also felt that he was worrying unfoundedly, so he just laughed it off.
Sui Qingchi looked down at him and said nothing.
I can't sing bad songs written by others, let alone you.
I guarantee your song, every time is Oake.
I don't know if it's because of the effect of the medicine, or some kind of flashback, but during the past few weeks with Sui Qingchi, Fu Cuo felt that his physical condition seemed to be much better, no more nosebleeds, no more dizziness, but he often felt drowsy.
When he woke up, he found that he had fallen asleep on the chair in the recording room again. When he sat up, something slipped off his shoulder. He looked back and saw the long gray woolen cardigan that had fallen on the floor. It was worn by Sui Qingchi when he had breakfast downstairs in the morning. wearing this coat.
He was originally mixing "Thirty Years in the World", but now he didn't know how long he had slept, whether it was day or night outside, he came down from upstairs with his clothes in his hands, and saw the skylight above the villa, The sky was still bright, he was slightly relieved, and then he heard the sound of an acoustic guitar coming from the living room.
Sui Qingchi was barefoot, sitting on the sofa holding an orange-red acoustic guitar, and was playing with her head down. He was playing Radiohead's Creep very slowly. When he played "You're just like an angel", he stopped for a while, as if he felt something was wrong, and played it again. He played this song slowly and lazily, full of memories. Fu Cuo couldn't help but think of the cramped rental house. At that time, Sui Qingchi was lying on the sofa with one leg on the other knee and crossed his legs. Holding the five-hundred-dollar plywood guitar in his arms, he played it all the time, reluctant to let it go.
The rental house is not as big as one-fifth of the living room of this villa, so small, but there is a sense of security that cannot be found elsewhere, especially when he is asleep, he knows that even if Sui Qingchi gets up to go to the bathroom, go to the freezer Drink saliva, open a window, rinse your mouth, wash your face, and you are so close, you will come back in a few seconds, tens of seconds, even if a meteorite suddenly hits them, they will definitely die in a pit. Hard work can still climb over to reach each other's hands...
Sui Qingchi stopped halfway through the flick, then turned around and looked up towards the direction of the stairs.
"Awake?" he said.
"Why didn't you call me?" Fu Cuo walked down and put his clothes on the back of the sofa behind Sui Qingchi.
Sui Qingchi looked at him: "Why are you so sleepy?"
Fu Cuo was a little dumb, walked to the opposite sofa and sat down, and said: "...I'm tired of creating, I'm not twenty years old anymore." He glanced at the guitar in Sui Qingchi's arms, "Why don't you play it? gone?"
Sui Qingchi put the guitar aside and said, "Don't play tricks."
"It plays pretty well." Fu Cuo said. Now you can play without me.
"You should play it." Sui Qingchi handed him the acoustic guitar.
Across the coffee table, Sui Qingchi directly brought the guitar over. The others didn't stand up, and the position of holding the neck of the guitar was not high. He didn't care about such a valuable guitar at all, but Fu Cuo was worried that the guitar would be knocked. On the coffee table, he instinctively took it with both hands, Sui Qingchi let go and leaned back on the sofa, Fu Cuo asked, "What about you?"
Sui Qingchi had already laid herself on the sofa, with her hands behind her head, bent one knee, closed her eyes comfortably, and said, "I'll listen."
Fu Cuo said: "This is a folk guitar, not a classical guitar, so it can't be a solo."
Sui Qingchi closed her eyes and tilted her head, and said, "Then you can hum something casually, aren't you a resident singer at the bar?"
Fu plucked the strings by mistake, and the chords he plucked reminded him of a song, and then the familiar prelude played.
Champagne Supernova.
Singing is not his job, but it doesn't mean that he can sing badly, otherwise he would have been coaxed off the stage when he was acting as the lead singer in the bar, but speaking in front of Sui Qingchi is completely different from speaking in front of a group of bar guests. Tight, tight throat, anticipation and apprehension, it's so different. It's not that I'm ashamed of myself, but there should be very few people who can sing a song confidently in front of Sui Qingchi.
The tune of Oasis's songs is a bit high for him, and when he sang the chorus, the sound was so broken that he couldn't bear to listen to it himself. He really didn't know how Sui Qingchi could listen to it, if the two of them didn't know each other Well, Sui Qingchi happened to come to the bar to hear him sing this song, I'm afraid he couldn't stand it long ago. This is Oasis, a band that can make Sui Tianwang and others fight without hesitation. The good thing is that he was complained by Sui Qingchi face to face: "Why do you want to be the lead singer when you sing so badly?" He can fight with his band again, if he can't hold back the words of both sides...
He can hold both Tan Si and AK, but Sui Qingchi really has no confidence, if he reaches out to Sui Qingchi, whom he has never met before, he always feels that Sui Qingchi will push him to the ground and beat him...
If Sui Qingchi wasn't the heavenly king Sui Qingchi, if they had never met each other, if they just met in a certain bar by chance, this would be the most likely thing that happened between them.
His thoughts drifted away with the sound of the guitar, and he didn't know when he had sung such a beautiful song to pieces. After he finished singing "Someday you will find me", it seemed that his throat was really blocked by a mudslide. The sound "Caught" can't go up...
"Caught beh the ndslide
In a Champagne Supernova in the sky”
Sui Qingchi continued to sing where he left off, like a muse's hand lightly flicking a pool of stagnant water to life. As soon as his voice came out, it was really like an Unplugged concert. Fu Cuo felt that the most special thing was the phrase Champagne Supernova, how could it be sung so beautifully, with a little pride and great sweetness.
During the interlude, Sui Qingchi opened his eyes and glanced in his direction, and said to the accompaniment of the guitar, "To be honest, I'm really good at this song. It's a song starting at 200,000 yuan. You really know how to pick it." .”
Fu wrongly thought, I thank you for your two hundred thousand.
Sui Qingchi was wearing a plaid shirt and black trousers, and just fell down on the sofa and sang this song. Fu Cuo felt that he still looked the best in this natural look, with unshaven eyebrows and a bit fierce wrinkle His appearance is also good-looking. His posture for singing this song is like a young sailor wearing a vest and shorts lying on the deck of a sailboat basking in the sun. The white sails are full above their heads, and the blue waves are agitating around them. The shadows pass by, everything is a beautiful slow motion, and time slows down with the music. The acoustic guitar can't play the golden sparkle that accumulates at the end of the song, but Sui Qingchi's voice clearly can. When he sang "Cos people believe that they on away for the summer", it was as if the sun was in the sky, and the sun was getting hotter and brighter, like the mudslide in the lyrics, like some kind of golden magma, gentle and thickly overwhelmed them.
You are the Champagne Supernova who buried me with mudslides, Fu Cuo thought, gently dialing the last string of notes.
The villa was quiet, and after a while, Fu Cuo heard Sui Qingchi say, "Is it raining?"
Hearing the sound, he turned his head and looked towards the terrace. The shining rain fell in strands, covering the mountain forest in haze.
The wooden deck of the terrace was shining in the rain, as if everything was shining, and he suddenly felt that this place was also good, and at a certain moment just now, it was almost what heaven should be.