Chapter 537: Singing

Feng Xiao looked at them with some funny eyes.
After thinking about it, he looked at Wei Wei’s voice with pride: "You have to pick up the little cockroach, you can do it. Remember to give her a body temperature every morning at 6 o'clock, 12 noon, and 8 o'clock in the evening. Eat three meals a day, one hour after a meal, eat two and a half, with a warm water of about 43 degrees. In addition, the patient can not blow, can not catch cold, when you take a shower, you have to look at the time outside, if too For a long time, I need to call her to confirm that she is not fainting inside. The diet should be light, pay attention to match, the breakfast is best vegetable juice and white rice porridge, white rice porridge should be simmered for three hours. Lunch is soft and digestible, For example, freshwater fish should pay attention to buying varieties without thorns. Eggs and stews are also good. I will give you a list of dinner and stay up late. The things that are not in the mouth are not too much, beef and mutton, shrimp, squid...

"Stop!" Wei Weiyin's face is ugly.
Feng Wei’s look is very peaceful:
What’s wrong?

Wei Weiyin pointed angrily at Xia Wei on the bed: "How is this little ancestor so hard to serve?!"
"Ask your boss to go." Feng Wei said irresponsibly.
Xia Wei wanted to protest. He wanted to say that he was not spoiled by Li Lei. He looked at the look of Wei Wei’s upcoming haircut and closed his mouth.
Wei Wei’s voice is very tangled:
But if Xiao Yan does not move back, there is a recording studio...

Feng Xiao smiled very gently: "You can come to see her often, and I use it in my workplace."
This suggestion makes Xia Wei somewhat surprised. Anyone who makes music sees his independent work room very seriously. It is a private space, a place where creativity and inspiration are born. When you lend there, you can borrow a study with the writer. It is incredible for a painter to lend a studio.
Wei Weiyin also stunned and said: "Who wants to use your workplace?"
"Yes, that's a pity. I just changed the NYX's R-series last month..."
"Wait, is the world's limited one?! I heard that there is only one set in China, it is here for you?!"
"That's that, I have to work hard to get it."
"That's the way to say it. Your work room is used by me. I don't want to go back!"
Xia Wei looked at the dialogue between the two people, speechless - how to make it easy to abduct A Wei?
In this way, Feng Xiao's home became a temporary recording studio.
Wei Weiyin visited the door every day, killing music here, and also studying Xia Wei together.
Thanks to him, Xia Wei finally found something that could not be done. When he got busy, he gave up his illness, what Li Lei and the dark wounds of his life, and his body and spirit are getting better every day.
The phoenix responsible for caring for the patients and the occasional door-to-door Li Lei are very happy. One said, "Fortunately, there is Awei, or you will not be so fast." Another said, "Well, it is time to give Awei Was paid."
On this day, Feng Xiao poured a cup of warm water to Xia Wei, and he was feeling.
Xia Wei was anxiously pondering a melody and repeatedly scrutinizing a detail several times before he thought of the words of Feng Yu: "Yes, he is a workaholic."
The nickname of Wei is not a name for the wave. Recently, she has changed the "Chess and Opponents" that she sang with Bai Murong in a drastic way, and changed her face beyond recognition. Two days ago, he proudly gave the score to Xia Wei, telling Xia Wei that he could change his barely sing and told her to try.
I have to admit that the defending voice is brilliant, and the revised score not only retains the essence of the original, but also has a sublime aesthetic. But Xia Wei feels that if Bai Murong gets the original singer, he has to cry because she is crying--the song after the revision, the control requirements for the details are too high, and it is simply nitpicking, and it is not in a position to sing. In the past two days, in addition to eating and sleeping, Xia Yu spent all his time pondering this song.
At this moment, there are still some thoughts.
Feng Xiao sat down beside her: "I used to be in the emperor, and I didn't see which song you were upset about."

Can it be the same at that time?
she said.
"How is it different?" asked Feng Xiao.
"At that time there was..." She was silent. At that time, there were scorpions and sluts, and they were more comfortable. When they wanted to sing, they could record seven or eight songs at a time. When they didn’t want to sing, no one would dare to blame for a year and a half. But now, she doesn't want to become the canary around Li Lei, and she doesn't want to use too many privileges by him. She must learn to cooperate with others' steps, for example, to work with the team repeatedly, instead of letting everyone turn around her. .
"Maybe because I am not used to singing with people," Xia Wei took a score and sighed. "I used to sing alone. Now I suddenly have one more person, and some are not free."
Feng Xiao smiled: "You are very self-singing when you sing, and occasionally doing impromptu singing on the stage is OK, but it is really difficult to seriously record a song. Xiao Yan, your personal style is too strong, this is Not suitable for people."
Speaking of this, Xia Wei did not agree with it: "My style has already converged a lot. You see, at this festival, is it not good to have a chorus with Bai Murong and Qin Zifeng?"
Feng Wei ten fingers clasped: "Small, do you think this is the problem?"
"What?" She groaned.
"You and Bai Murong have cooperated too smoothly... No, it should be said that you and Wei Weiyin have cooperated with everyone very smoothly. Have you ever thought about your unique and self-contained singing? How could it be integrated into another system so quickly?" Feng said.
"That's because I am different now, the style is not so unique and self-contained..." When she didn't finish, she suddenly realized that the problem was, and suddenly stopped and stunned a cold sweat.
Feng Yan looked at her face and knew that she was aware, got up and reached out to her: "Come, I will take you to see something."
He took her to the workplace, took a sandalwood box from the innermost cabinet, and opened the three-layer lid, which was wrapped with white silk and covered with a disc. On the plain label paper, only two handwritten Word: swan song.
Xia Wei is curious, I don't know what kind of CD, so that he loves it so much?
He carefully took the disc out and put it on the record player.
It is a pure music disc, no human voice, the opening is a melody, enchanting and arrogant, violent and arrogant, gradually, become passionate and magnificent, amazing and suffocating...
Familiar and strange.
Xia Wei was shocked to listen to the melody, and he couldn't believe it. Feng Xi, he even put together all the pieces that had not been completed in the past ten years. Most of them were a flash of light during their discussion on weekdays, as well as an alternative to the arrangement. Even before Zhai Ziheng imprisoned her, half of the two songs they recorded were also impressive.
He sorted them up but didn't finish it.
Every note is the most authentic restoration of their thoughts at the time.