cooperate
Since that music festival, Lin Ting has never been to a music festival or concert again, probably because he is not keen on going to listen to songs live. Because of this experience, he no longer has that kind of illusory expectation that comes from not having experienced it before.
Lin Ting now goes to the recording site of a variety show to listen to music because of work, but he still feels that listening to music in the car or with headphones is the most familiar and comfortable way for him to listen to music.
The car music started playing the next song. Lin Ting raised her hand to turn it off, then got out of the car and went home to sleep.
On Saturday night, after Lin Ting got off work, she saw that the first episode of the variety show had been released on the video platform, so she clicked to watch it.
The edited video was tightly paced, and Lin Ting became engrossed in watching it without realizing it. The feeling of watching the finished product was completely different from the experience of recording it on set. As the scenes flashed before his eyes, the situation on the recording set would pop into his mind, giving him the feeling of having two pairs of eyes.
Watching the stage performance felt like having two pairs of ears. Listening to the edited version, Lin Ting felt even more respect for the behind-the-scenes workers of variety shows.
The guests in the first episode all had some flaws in pitch or processing. Lin Ting listened very carefully and was able to hear the obvious traces of pitch correction in certain parts.
After watching the variety show and listening to the five performances in the first episode, Lin Ting began to think about the format of the video.
Because Director Qiu placed few restrictions on him, and because he also experienced the live recording process, there was a lot to talk about.
After thinking for a while, Lin Ting decided to focus on his appreciation of the broadcast version, interspersed with his listening experience at the recording and his voting process.
While writing the article, Lin Ting listened to the audio uploaded to the music software by the program team over and over again. As she typed, she couldn't help but sigh that Zhao Qinfeng was indeed a singer with excellent singing skills.
On stage, Zhao Qinfeng's performance was the most stable and outstanding, and the final broadcast version of the performance was also very stunning. However, for him, this seems to have become a habit. Lin Ting had praised his stability several times before, so he simply did not focus on Zhao Qinfeng in the video.
Lin Ting has developed his own workflow for making videos, and he is usually not prone to getting stuck. So he quickly finished the script after get off work, did a quick check, and sent it to the staff member he was working with.
The file was sent successfully, and the message also showed the sending time: 23:34. Only then did Lin Ting realize that it was already quite late.
Just as he was about to shut down his computer, a message came back from a staff member saying that the manuscript had been received and that they would provide feedback as soon as possible after checking it.
The working hours in the entertainment industry are truly terrifying... Lin Ting scrolled through her chat history with Zhao Qinfeng and found that Zhao Qinfeng often replied to messages late at night saying that the show hadn't finished recording.
The next morning, Lin Ting received feedback that his manuscript was fine, so he could start making the video.
Zhao Qinfeng probably heard something from Qiu Mingyue and came to ask Lin Ting in private whether the next video would talk about him.
When Lin Ting saw the message, she had just finished dealing with a very complicated task at work and her mind was still a bit foggy. She replied, "Are you talking about the variety show videos? You'll definitely be in every episode. Are you a regular cast member?"
Although Lin Ting's mind wasn't clear, he still typed quickly and sent the message out in no time. Since it was still working hours, he didn't keep staring at his phone. Instead, he took a short break and went back to work, temporarily putting Zhao Qinfeng's message out of his mind.
During his lunch break, Lin Ting was eating when he suddenly recalled Zhao Qinfeng's message. He paused for a moment, first rethinking what Zhao Qinfeng had asked in his reply, and then thinking about his own response.
He immediately checked his phone. Zhao Qinfeng had sent a blank emoji an hour earlier, asking if Lin Ting was too busy with work and saying it was okay to reply later. Half an hour earlier, Zhao Qinfeng had said he had to go to work and wouldn't be able to check his phone for a while.
Lin Ting's expression changed instantly. The steaming hot food in front of him lost its appeal, and the leisurely feeling brought by his lunch break vanished. He typed and revised repeatedly. Compared to the messages he had quickly typed and sent without thinking before, this message was much more difficult to organize.
Lin Ting spent a long time revising the video but was still not satisfied. However, she sent it over anyway, explaining that she hadn't been clear-headed when handling the work and had misunderstood Zhao Qinfeng's meaning. She also mentioned that although this video didn't discuss Zhao Qinfeng, they would in the future.
He felt guilty because Zhao Qinfeng really wasn't in it this time. The several thousand-word article only mentioned that Zhao Qinfeng was a regular guest and sang as well as always, without any other specific analysis. He swore to God he wasn't doing it on purpose; it was just that he was used to chatting with Zhao Qinfeng separately via video. He really didn't think Zhao Qinfeng had anything to say about this kind of mixed-up talk. Praising him was meaningless, and criticizing him was pointless.
Lin Ting ate his lunch with a bitter taste, deciding to temporarily set aside his own reflection and secretly blame Zhao Qinfeng for it. Why did he ask if he was in the video? It was as if he hadn't made enough videos about Zhao Qinfeng before.
Before the fourth recording, Lin Ting learned in advance that Zhao Qinfeng would be singing a duet with Lu Ren, and her feelings were very complicated.
Lin Ting knew this arrangement must have been carefully considered by the production team, and he should trust the professionals. Moreover, Zhao Qinfeng himself had worked with many people, and regardless of their skill level, things always went smoothly, indicating that Zhao Qinfeng could indeed adapt and adjust to the most suitable state in collaborations. Furthermore, he needed to focus more on the stage commentary segment, rather than worrying about collaboration issues.
He recalled his conversation with Zhao Qinfeng after the show recording, and also thought about Lu Ren's previous behavior. He didn't know if he was feeling indignant on behalf of the many behind-the-scenes workers involved in music production, or simply on behalf of Zhao Qinfeng, or perhaps both.
Lin Ting took a little time to adjust his mindset. When he actually arrived at the recording location, everything went as he expected.
The first verse was sung by Zhao Qinfeng, who performed steadily and whose emotions were basically the same as the original. However, his pronunciation and singing style had his own unique touch. Lin Ting listened and analyzed as she looked up and saw that Zhao Qinfeng had put down the microphone, which meant that the next line should be sung by Lu Ren.
Although she had some expectations, Lin Ting was still a little dizzy when Lu Ren started singing. The sound system worked diligently, amplifying both the volume and the flaws in Lu Ren's voice, making it resonate throughout the entire studio.
Lin Ting stopped writing and began to admire the stage design. He then looked at the band playing their instrument diligently and then at Zhao Qinfeng standing on the stage.
The song is only a little over four minutes long. The scheduling and arrangements during the recording, as well as the preparations made by all parties before the recording, consumed a lot of people's time and energy. In the end, what is presented is only a little over four minutes long.
Although Lin Ting had some prior knowledge of behind-the-scenes work related to music variety shows, he only truly came into contact with the staff after participating in the recording of this particular program. He was genuinely somewhat helpless at this point; he wasn't usually one to get angry at work, but this time he made an exception.
However, he didn't show it at all during the recording. He smiled as usual, his expression as if it were welded shut. Perhaps he was so angry that his face was numb.
Lin Ting, Zhou Ruixue, and Wang Qiong discussed quietly for a moment and decided to focus on Zhao Qinfeng's performance, while only briefly mentioning Lu Ren.
Wang Qiong said with a wry smile, "I don't think I can speak right now. I'm really afraid that if I stand up, I won't be able to hold back and start cursing."
Lin Ting saw Zhou Ruixue sigh silently, and finally take the initiative to speak on behalf of the three of them, smoothly passing the moment. Lin Ting felt numb inside, but did not have any strong reaction.
However, out of respect for the stage, no matter how calm Lin Ting appeared, he did not vote for them. The reason was simple: in his opinion, there were stages where they could have collaborated better during this recording.
After the recording ended, Lin Ting seemed perfectly normal. He said goodbye to everyone and was about to leave when Zhao Qinfeng suddenly asked, "Lin Ting, could you please give me a ride?"
Lin Ting readily agreed. Now that they were friends, he was happy to help him within his means, especially since Zhao Qinfeng had given him a ride before.
The two got into the car; Lin Ting drove, and Zhao Qinfeng sat in the passenger seat.
"After today's recording airs, how will you talk about this stage in the video?" Zhao Qinfeng asked.
Zhao Qinfeng didn't say directly which stage it was, but Lin Ting knew he was referring to the stage where Zhao Qinfeng and that singer performed.
Lin Ting said, "It's not very good. I have to show my script to the production team in advance. If I really say something like that according to my usual style, Director Qiu might pull my ear and make me change it."
These words were tinged with emotion, and Lin Ting realized he had lost his composure after speaking. He thought he had convinced himself not to care, but he hadn't expected to break down in front of Zhao Qinfeng. He silently started the car, slowly drove it out of the parking lot, and onto the road.
The streetlights receded at a steady pace, and each time they passed the car window, a sliver of light would shine through and glide across Lin Ting's face.
Zhao Qinfeng said, "Actually, everyone is used to this kind of thing. To put it another way, at least they were very cooperative. Even if their abilities were limited, they still dutifully finished recording."
Lin Ting didn't respond. He said, "Enter the address and I'll take you back using the navigation."
Zhao Qinfeng readily complied, but then continued with what he had said earlier: "I originally wanted to advise you not to be unhappy about this, but I'm also a little happy because I've gotten used to it myself, yet you're willing to think of me outside of work."
Lin Ting remained silent for a moment, until the silence in the car became unbearable for him, before he said stiffly, "You're overthinking it. I'm not unhappy. Even if I am, it might not be for you. If other guest teachers encountered the same situation, I would feel the same way."
Zhao Qinfeng chuckled softly, creating a slight hissing sound. Although it was quiet, it was quite noticeable in the almost enclosed space inside the car.
Lin Ting naturally noticed, and he knew that what he said was nonsense. Zhao Qinfeng could also tell, but he really didn't know what to say, so he could only continue driving steadily.
At this moment, Zhao Qinfeng finally finished entering the address slowly, and the navigation system started broadcasting, the words stiff and awkward, which made the car interior less quiet.
While waiting at the traffic light, Lin Ting looked at his destination and realized that Zhao Qinfeng lived very close to him, about two streets away.
Zhao Qinfeng noticed where Lin Ting's gaze was fixed and knew that he had noticed that the two lived very close to each other, so he said, "So it was really convenient for us last time."
Living close by is a very relatable topic, and it can lead to conversations about the surrounding community. Zhao Qinfeng readily steered the conversation away from what they had just discussed, and the two chatted easily along the way.
Zhao Qinfeng thought that Lin Ting probably wanted him to figure out what happened tonight. He trusted Lin Ting and understood the boundaries of communication between people, so he didn't bring it up again.
Lin Ting drove to the entrance of the residential area and was stopped by the security guard.
He turned to Zhao Qinfeng and said, "How about I just leave you to walk a little further and don't go in?"
Zhao Qinfeng said, "Since you're already here, I'll talk to the security guard and have him register your license plate."
He rolled down the window, said a few words to the security guard, filled out a registration form, and then Lin Ting's car was allowed to pass.
Lin Ting parked the car next to the building where Zhao Qinfeng lived. He wanted to say goodbye directly, but he swallowed the words back.
Zhao Qinfeng looked at him, seemingly waiting for him to speak.
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