early spring
This wasn't the recording of the entire album, just three songs, including the title track. Lin Ting and Zhao Qinfeng came out of one door and naturally hitched a ride together. If they ran into acquaintances and asked, they would simply say they were going the same way.
However, they didn't run into anyone who came to ask questions until they entered the recording studio.
Lin Ting greeted everyone briefly, then took a chair and sat in a corner, indicating that he was there to observe and learn and would not disturb the recording process.
Zhao Qinfeng said, "Thank you, Teacher Lin, for coming. The first song we'll record next is one with lyrics written by him, and I really like it."
Lin Ting braced himself against the stares that filled his eyes—the scrutinizing, the curious, the approving—while inwardly sweating bullets. To be honest, he felt he should find a corner to hide in and then preemptively order Zhao Qinfeng not to introduce him.
But it's too late now. He can only imagine this wonderful vision while greeting everyone in a generous and polite manner.
Zhang Fengming arrived just then. "Sorry, there was a traffic jam on the way, I'm a little late... Teacher Jinghu is here too, a warm welcome!"
Lin Ting didn't let the words fall to the ground. He sounded very polite, but in reality, he was not feeling well.
Fortunately, everyone remembered their business and soon got into work mode. Lin Ting found everything fascinating, but after looking around, her gaze finally settled on Zhao Qinfeng behind the soundproof glass.
Zhao Qinfeng's work actually encompasses many types of activities. Singing is his primary job, but he also appears on variety shows, shoots for magazines, and gives interviews. His work demeanor varies depending on the work setting. While he may not appear as tense as he usually is in front of the camera, his serious expression is just as intense, radiating a sense of control born from absolute confidence and unwavering ability.
Zhao Qinfeng first recorded a short clip, and the raw audio sent chills down Lin Ting's spine. When writing the lyrics, Lin Ting had listened to the demo repeatedly, paying close attention to every detail. But Zhao Qinfeng's vocal nuances and performance were on another level entirely. Lin Ting was at a loss for words; he couldn't utter a sound, even though he had no need to speak in this situation. He remained silent, almost speechless.
Furthermore, Zhao Qinfeng and Zhang Fengming displayed remarkable chemistry during the recording, demonstrating efficient and professional communication and a thorough understanding of each other. Even the sound engineers remarked during breaks, "I remember you two hadn't worked together much before, but you worked together like old partners. It's really great."
Perhaps when two strong forces join forces, simple problems can be solved immediately, just as shallow indentations on the beach are quickly smoothed out by the waves, leaving behind only the difficult rocks.
Zhao Qinfeng, Zhang Fengming, and the recording engineer tirelessly refined every detail. The more Lin Ting listened, the more he felt these people were somewhat crazy, somewhat obsessed. They repeatedly considered and refined even a small embellishment, yet showed no signs of fatigue. He couldn't help but recall his extreme pursuit of efficiency when he was working odd jobs, and couldn't help but marvel at the vast differences between different fields.
An afternoon passed, and progress was acceptable.
Zhang Fengming said, "Shall we call it a day then?"
Zhao Qinfeng took off his headphones and came out. "Yes, everyone, thank you for your hard work."
As Zhao Qinfeng and Lin Ting walked out together, Zhang Fengming suddenly caught up with Zhao Qinfeng and asked, "Didn't you say before that you were missing a song? I have a recommendation for someone, someone younger, but who is really suitable for the style of this album."
Zhao Qinfeng nodded. "Who are you talking about?"
Zhang Fengming turned to look at Lin Ting, then turned back, "You all know him, it's Chen Taining, don't you think?"
Zhao Qinfeng thought about it for a moment and thought it was pretty good. "I'll go back and ask."
Chen Taining had just finished clocking out of the lab when he received the message from Zhao Qinfeng.
He has already started his graduate studies. His supervisor is very strict and assigns a lot of tasks, so he has been struggling to adapt lately.
When Chen Taining returned to his dormitory, he found that his roommates had not yet come back. He turned on his computer and looked through his recent works; some were quite complete, while others were only in their basic prototypes.
He simply packed up everything he had and sent it to Zhao Qinfeng, asking if there was anything suitable in it, explaining that he had been exhausted lately and might not be able to write anything new.
Upon hearing this, Zhao Qinfeng realized that he had indeed found a suitable match, and the two of them decided on it. Chen Taining said that he would take the time to perfect this part.
Lin Ting didn't attend every recording session after that, but she would occasionally check on Zhao Qinfeng's progress.
The production of the album was followed by a series of events, including the album's promotion and release, subsequent concerts, and performances of related songs at various events and programs.
In early spring, the temperature began to rise in a fluctuating manner, and flowers were already blooming in the neighborhood. Amidst the pale red and green hues of the neighborhood, the album's title track was released.
Lin Ting immediately clicked on the song and saw her name next to Zhao Qinfeng's.
As songs from the album were released one by one, promotional efforts were rolled out layer by layer, and the hype for the upcoming concert followed. Whether it was due to the effects of big data or the sheer volume of Zhao Qinfeng's promotion, Lin Ting saw Zhao Qinfeng and his album frequently during this period: in interviews, on TV shows, at galas where he sang songs from the album, and in numerous videos where these songs were used as background music.
Lin Ting decided that if she couldn't beat them, she would join them, and she made a video to introduce Zhao Qinfeng's album.
In the comments section, some viewers joked that he introduced this and that, and talked about everything, but refused to talk about the lyrics of the main song, and wondered if the host was shy.
Lin Ting pretended not to see these messages.
Afterwards, Zhao Qinfeng must have finished his work and also saw the video. This time, he didn't offer any analysis or supplementary information, but instead went to express his agreement with the messages that Lin Ting had ignored.
Helpless, Lin Ting simply pinned a comment to the top of his chat list to stop people from asking.
[Lin Ting: I'm so sorry, please stop talking. And to the viewer with the profile picture of a red leaf, please tone it down. I see one reply from you, but what's the meaning of replying more than ten times?!]
Zhao Qinfeng indeed didn't reply to the related comments. Instead, he went to the pinned comment and posted a "facepalm" emoji.
Lin Ting sent a "beat up" emoji to express her attitude.
The audience watched with amusement as the two bantered with emojis, while the host apologized, saying, "We were wrong, but we'll do it again next time. We'll come back to ask the streamer again next time, mwah!"
Lin Ting closed the page and continued to pretend he couldn't see it.
Lin Ting stopped paying attention to the comments on the video, but Zhang Fengming, who had never followed his videos before, suddenly forwarded Lin Ting's video to him and said that his praise was spot on.
[Lin Ting: Why did you suddenly decide to watch my video?]
[Zhang Fengming: I'm very satisfied with this album. I wanted to see if others were too, and while I was looking, your video came up to me. It made me, a producer who was involved in the production, feel really good. I'm following you now [thumbs up]]
Chen Taining's song was quite popular, and even though he has gradually faded from the public eye, many people still express their appreciation and love for him online.
So many people kept asking him about it that Chen Taining opened a Weibo account to avoid disturbing his acquaintances. He posted a message saying that he was busy with his postgraduate studies and would let everyone know if he released any more songs in the future.
Lin Ting used her own account to post a comment, wishing him success in his postgraduate studies.
Chen Taining replied with a crying face emoji, which must have been very painful for him to read.
Some people, unsure of Chen Taining's graduate program, posted comments below. Chen Taining replied: Architecture.
His reply was followed by a classic smiling emoji, which, while smiling, conveyed pain and eeriness, as if he were rolling his eyes at the world.
Lin Ting followed Zhao Qinfeng's studio accounts on various platforms, so he was able to notice relevant news immediately. Although he might have known some information in advance through Zhao Qinfeng, the feeling of being spoiled by the person in front of him and seeing the publicly released information with his own eyes was still different.
The studio released a video this time, and the cover looks very well done. When Lin Ting clicked on it, melodies from the album were cleverly extracted and strung together, and the background changed several times to show the visual expression of the music. Finally, the video screen turned into a dark curtain, which slowly opened to reveal the words "Domestic Tour Concert".
Zhao Qinfeng is going to hold a concert!
Lin Ting raised his hands and cheered at the video, completely ignoring Zhao Qinfeng who walked past him.
Zhao Qinfeng grabbed Lin Ting's hands, peeked at what was on Lin Ting's screen, leaned down slightly, and gently rested his chin on the top of Lin Ting's head.
“It’s news about my concert…” Zhao Qinfeng said.
Lin Ting asked, "Where will your first meeting be held? Haicheng?"
Zhao Qinfeng said, "It should be, but the specific time hasn't been set yet. Would you like to come and see?"
Lin Ting pulled her arm away from Zhao Qinfeng's hand, then pushed Zhao Qinfeng's head away a little, turned to him and said, "Come on, it's so close. I'd really like to hear you sing in the stadium."
Zhao Qinfeng said, "Then I'll give you a complimentary ticket. Which seat would you prefer?"
Lin Ting shook her head and said, "I want to try my best to see if I can get one. Although the chances of not getting one are greater, I still want to participate. It's part of the ritual of attending a concert."
Zhao Qinfeng laughed, "Sure, I'll help you try to get tickets too. I've never managed to get tickets to my own concert before. If we can't get any, I'll give you a free ticket."
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