At this moment, Li Fengzhi was sitting in the conference room.

Opposite him sat three people, namely the vocal teacher, the tuner and the post-production producer.

"So," Li Fengzhi crossed his fingers on the table, "is there no chance of saving it now?"

The vocal teacher shook his head in despair and said, "Unless you can't do it word by word, there's really no way."

After that, he added, "But pitch can't be achieved by rote memorization. The most important thing is to rely on the sense of sound."

Li Fengzhi remembered what he heard in the recording studio and knew that the other party was telling the truth.

Listening to Zixiu singing is like watching a five-horse dismemberment. All the notes are tied to the horses' backs and run in different directions. The person tied in the middle is the song. It is completely torn into pieces and it is horrible to watch.

After listening to what the vocal teacher said, he looked at the tuner with expectation.

The tuner shook his head quickly, fearing that a second late might give Li Fengzhi the illusion that something could be salvaged.

“It’s not that we can’t do anything.”

The post-production producer suddenly said, “We can add electronic music to the original sound, and then Li Yuan and I will adjust the sound track…”

“What the hell?”

He hadn’t finished speaking when the sound engineer interrupted him and said, “If you add electronic music to the sound after singing like that, and adjust it to the end, who wouldn’t think it sounds like a ghost video from Bilibili?”

The vocal teacher gave him a look after hearing this, and the sound engineer realized that what he had said was a bit harsh, so he looked at Li Fengzhi awkwardly and explained, “Brother Li, I’m not targeting Teacher Yan, it’s just that this job is too difficult. Even if we try to adjust it, it will still be weird.”

Li Fengzhi supported his forehead with his hand, then closed his eyes and sighed heavily.

When Jing Shaoci heard that Yan Zixiu wanted to sing for him, his black eyes immediately lit up and he said, "Okay."

Yan Zixiu looked at his expression, lowered his head, pinched his fingers and said, "Don't worry, I'll sing..."

He paused and lowered his head even lower, "It doesn't sound good."

Jing Shaoci used his big hands to hold up his face, and didn't want to say anything empty like "whatever you sing sounds good", but just said, "You sing, I'll listen."

Yan Zixiu looked at him, then took a deep breath, and opened his lips——

"Refining pills, pills, after eating, lie down on the board together, lie on the board and sleep in the coffin, then bury Shanshan together, bury Shanshan crying and shouting, everyone come to eat, eat and take the medicine, the whole village lies down together."

After hearing this, Jing Shaoci's face first turned red, which was rare, and then he pursed his thin lips, his eyes began to look around, and he coughed as he looked.

When Yan Zixiu saw his reaction, he immediately understood something and said dejectedly: "Laugh if you want to."

Jing Shaoci's chest ached from holding his breath. He cleared his throat and said as truthfully as possible: "No, I don't want to laugh."

"You're lying." Yan Zixiu exposed him directly, "Your face is swollen and red from holding it in."

Jing Shaoci's throat was really almost congested with blood, but compared to laughing heartily, the face of his own little Taoist priest was obviously more important.

He held Yan Zixiu's shoulders with both hands and changed the subject wisely, "Who taught you this song?"

"My master." Yan Zixiu replied seriously, "He let me and my senior brother sing together when we were crying for a funeral, but later he didn't let me sing anymore."

"Crying for a funeral?" Jing Shaoci didn't want to laugh anymore. Not only did he not want to laugh, but he also felt a little nervous. "He still let you do this?"

Yan Zixiu nodded. "We are poor in the Taoist temple, so we have to take any legitimate job."

Jing Shaoci opened his mouth, but couldn't say a word.

Yan Zixiu looked at his expression and knew that Digua was upset again.

He raised his hand and held Jing Shaoci's wrist, and began to tell him about the incident when he was young.

"In the past, there was a mountain called Lingxi where we lived. There was a group of bandits on the mountain. They would often kill and rob passing caravans or common people who came into the mountain. If a woman fell into their hands, her fate would be even more miserable."

Yan Zixiu continued, "The only time I cried for a funeral was when the old village chief on Lingxi Mountain died, and his son asked my master to go up the mountain to perform a ritual."

Jing Shaoci frowned and said in a cold voice, "Since those people were all bandits, why did your master agree to do so?"

Yan Zixiu blinked. He blinked his eyes and said as a matter of course: "So my master took the opportunity to poison them all."

Jing Shaoci became even angrier when he heard this, "You are still so young, and your master took you to kill people?!"

Yan Zixiu paused for a moment, looked at him and said: "But those throat-sealing pills were all made by me."

Jing Shaoci changed his expression instantly and nodded: "Yan Yan, you really have been jealous of evil since you were a child."

He now understood what Yan Zixiu meant by the line "Eat food and poison, the whole village will lie on the board together."

The master was indeed a ruthless person. It's okay to kill people, but he even made the whole process into a song to mourn the old village chief.

After talking about the song, Yan Zixiu pinched his sleeve and said, "Is my singing really unpleasant to the ears?"

Jing Shaoci thought for a moment, then said, "It's not bad, it's just..." He paused, then continued, "It's just that it may not be in line with the current mainstream."

"But even my master and Li Jingji heard it, they both looked as if they had swallowed a bitter pill."

"Others are others." Jing Shaoci said righteously, "Otherwise why would you be with me?"

After hearing this, Yan Zixiu felt that it seemed to make sense and also seemed to make no sense, so he said half-doubtfully, "Really?"

"Absolutely true."

Jing Shaoci put his arm around his waist and said, "Actually, I find you very cute when you're like this."

Yan Zixiu has a cold personality, and his heart can even be called indifferent in some ways. As Ji Luoyu once said, the little Taoist priest is as perfect as a god to the outside world.

But being too perfect will give people a sense of distance.

But now that there are small flaws, it adds a bit of anger.

Yan Zixiu looked at him, frowned slightly and said, "Lovely is used to describe women."

"Men and women are equal, so men can be lovely too."

Although Yan Zixiu said this, his secretly raised lips revealed his mood.

After the two went home and finished dinner, Jing Shaoci asked him why he suddenly sang.

"A TV station wants to invite me to participate in the New Year's Eve party, but I can't perform on stage, so the most suitable thing is to sing."

After hearing this, Jing Shaoci lowered his eyes and thought for a few seconds before saying, "I have an idea." Yan

Zixiu walked up to him and said, "What is it?"

"Perform magic."

Yan Zixiu was stunned for a moment, then his eyes became bright when he looked at him.

Jing Shaoci felt his eyes, and his chest suddenly straightened up a little, and he felt more accomplished than the group's stock price circuit breaker.

"How is it, isn't it great?"

Yan Zixiu nodded and praised sincerely: "Well, this plan is very appropriate."

Jing Shaoci was about to ask for a reward, but Yan Zixiu turned around and picked up the phone, saying: "We must inform Li Jingji as soon as possible."

Jing Shaoci missed the call and sulked silently.

When the call was connected, Yan Zixiu said directly: "Li Jingji, I have something to discuss with you."

"Zi... Zixiu, wait for me..."

Hearing that the other party seemed to be a little out of breath, he asked in confusion: "Are you exercising now?"

"No... I, don't move..." Li Fengzhi seemed to be pushing something away while talking.

Just when Yan Zixiu was puzzled, Gu Shiyi's voice suddenly rang from the other end of the phone, "Sister-in-law, we have something important to do, let's talk later."

After that, the receiver made a "dong" sound, and then the call was hung up.

Seeing Yan Zixiu take the phone from his ear and look at the screen with a frown, Jing Shaoci walked over and said, "Is there something wrong with Li Jingji?"

Yan Zixiu raised his eyes and said, "It was Gu Shiyi who said that Li Jingji was busy."

Jing Shaoci figured out the reason after thinking about it, and suddenly became even more depressed, and didn't even want to talk.

Yan Zixiu looked at his gloomy face and asked in confusion: "Why are you so unhappy all of a sudden?"

Jing Shaoci said coldly: "Because I'm too idle at night."

Yan Zixiu looked at him with a look of understanding, and then said: "Then go to bed early."

After that, he walked out the door.

Jing Shaoci grabbed his arm and said, "Where are you going!"

"Study."

Jing Shaoci finally couldn't bear it anymore and said with force: "Yan Zixiu, can't you coax me?!"

A few minutes later, the two sat at the table. With a light stroke of Yan Zixiu's fingers, all five little paper people stood up from the table.

"Greetings."

The little paper people put their hands behind their backs and bowed to the two people.

Yan Zixiu glanced at Jing Shaoci with his peripheral vision, and seeing that his expression had not eased at all, his fingers curled unconsciously.

"Pulled sweet potatoes." He whispered, and then said, "Don't you think they are cute?"

These five paper figures are attached to his spirit, in other words, they are equivalent to a part of him.

"What's cute?" Jing Shaoci crossed his arms expressionlessly and said, "I don't think so."

As soon as he finished speaking, one of the little paper figures suddenly covered his chest and fell on the table as if he had been hit.

The other four little paper figures ran over and squatted beside that one to watch.

"What do you think of me using them to perform?" Yan Zixiu asked.

Jing Shaoci turned his head to look at him, and paused for several seconds before saying: "You want the Special Management Bureau to have trouble even celebrating the New Year's Eve?"

Yan Zixiu lowered his eyes slightly and said nothing.

At this time, a little paper man hopped to the table, put his hand on his mouth, and blew a kiss.

Jing Shaoci was immediately furious, but at this time Yan Zixiu imitated the little paper man and blew a kiss to him.

Jing Shaoci looked to the side for a moment, and turned back when the corner of his lips returned to its original position.

"That one just now doesn't count, I want the real one." He said with a stiff face.

Yan Zixiu frowned slightly and said in a serious tone: "Don't make a fuss."

Jing Shaoci hugged him and said seriously: "We are in love openly, how can it be considered a fuss?"

Yan Zixiu lifted his hands and whispered: "They are still there."

Jing Shaoci felt that he was in a difficult situation. Just because of a few small pieces of paper, he couldn't even get a kiss.

Thinking of this, he let go of his hand and stood up and walked out the door.

"Jing Shaoci, where are you going?"

Jing Shaoci paused, but did not turn around, "Don't worry about me, you go ahead."

After he left, Yan Zixiu looked at the door for a long time.

After retracting his gaze, he said to the five little paper figures on the table: "I have to go and coax him, otherwise he will turn into a little bitter melon again."

After saying that, he drew his right hand and withdrew his spiritual consciousness from the paper figures.

Jing Shaoci did not return to the room, but went to the swimming pool on the rooftop.

After swimming a few laps in the water, the irritability in his heart not only did not decrease at all, but became even more upset.

He was wondering if Yan Zixiu was still playing with those little paper figures, when he suddenly caught a glimpse of the elevator door opening.

Jing Shaoci didn't know what he was thinking, and he actually dived directly to the bottom of the pool.

Yan Zixiu saw his movements from a distance. After walking to the edge of the pool, he looked at Jing Shaoci's deceptive behavior and couldn't help but sigh.

He just stood there, wanting to see how long the other party would be awkward.

After waiting for about a minute, Yan Zixiu raised his hands and formed a seal, "One wind opens the sky, five lotus flowers bloom, and the water is gone--"

As soon as the words fell, a seven-treasure lotus platform suddenly appeared out of thin air on the water surface. As it sank slightly, the water in the swimming pool was sucked away.

Jing Shaoci lay on the dry bottom of the pool in his dark blue swimming trunks. Yan

Zixiu jumped down from the top, then walked to his side and said, "Why don't you get up?"

"..."

Jing Shaoci didn't move or speak, wishing he could just faint.

Yan Zixiu had no choice but to squat down and said, "If you want to be angry with me, don't let the cold air enter your body and hurt yourself."

After saying that, he held Jing Shaoci's arm.

Jing Shaoci shook his hand back and sat up with a sullen face.

As a result, a certain bulge was particularly conspicuous when he sat down.

Yan Zixiu immediately raised his head and silently said in his heart, "Don't look at it if it's not appropriate. "

Jing Shaoci didn't realize what he was avoiding, and said expressionlessly: "Sometimes I feel that the one who lost his spirit is you, not me."

Yan Zixiu lowered his head slightly, "Why do you say that?"

"When I love someone, I always can't help wanting to have physical contact, but you always avoid me, which makes me feel that we are not in love at all."

He looked into his eyes and said in a slightly hoarse voice: "Yan Zixiu, I am not you, I can't be as calm as water as you."

Yan Zixiu looked at him, and suddenly leaned over to entangle his breath.

"But I am like you."

After saying that, he gently kissed Jing Shaoci's face, and then whispered in his ear: "If I lost my spirit, I would love you against my soul like you do."