Tu Nian suddenly perked up and asked Luo Zhan, "What is the second floor used for?"
"In the recording studio." Luo Zhan spoke briefly, fearing that talking would interfere with his appreciation of art.
There's actually a private recording studio? Tu Nian was even more excited when he heard this: "Can I go up and take a look?"
"Go ahead. The boss treats you as his own anyway."
With Luo Zhan's permission, she went straight to the second floor.
The environment on the second floor can be said to be completely different from that on the first floor. If the first floor is a great place for working, then the second floor is definitely a paradise for creation.
The space here is divided into two parts by the wall of the recording studio. The equipment inside the recording studio is no less than Shaohua's configuration, while there are countless musical instruments outside the recording studio. Most of them are placed on the wall, such as guitars, basses, violins, flutes, etc. The other part that cannot be placed on the wall is neatly placed in a place where it does not hinder walking.
The most noteworthy thing on the entire second floor is the Steinway grand piano.
Its intricately carved piano legs are in the shape of King Louis XV of France, with smooth and graceful curves that are elaborate and gorgeous.
The music stand and pedals are exquisitely carved and eye-catching, especially the gorgeous and shiny piano body, which is matched with romantic and elegant pattern carvings. The various musical instruments are lifelike, as if they are in the world of the piano.
She tentatively played a set of scales. Judging from its appearance, tone and sound quality, this Steinway must have cost at least 400,000 yuan.
How could she not be moved when such a good piano was so close to her?
She carefully sat down in front of the piano, her fingers caressing the keys as if they were a lover. The slight coolness from her fingertips almost made her lose control. Then, the Nutcracker Waltz flowed smoothly from her fingertips.
The overture of this piece is delicate and lively, the subsequent melody is as graceful as a dance, and it ends with a melodious and humorous pastoral atmosphere. It is perfect for experiencing Steinway's musical texture.
She had just started playing the dance part and was getting into the groove when she didn't notice someone standing at the stairs.
The man's inky black hair just reached his shoulders, and the strands of hair on his forehead lingered between his eyebrows, revealing a pair of clear eyes that were quite melancholy. His lips were a little pale, and he seemed weak.
Tu Nian finished playing the song with great enthusiasm. Before she could come back to her senses from the sound of Steinway piano, the man's applause reached her ears first.
"Even if Clara had experienced the dream of the Nutcracker herself, the performance of this piece would probably be no better than this." His voice seemed to come from the horizon. The timbre was not the best, but the breath was long like a river that could not be crossed.
She had a deep impression of this voice, and when she looked, it was indeed Song Chengming.
Seeing this person, she couldn't help but feel excited. On the way to standing up to greet him, she almost tripped herself.
"Senior Song, you are here too." Tu Nian was like an innocent little sister in front of him, with a bright smile on her face and a hint of kindness in her every move.
Song Chengming was one of the few extremely gentle men she knew, and she was able to meet him thanks to the performance organized by Bo Qiu.
That day, because she had too little rest and her throat was too tired, she could only let others sing the work she had worked so hard to revise.
She stayed backstage, crying miserably while listening to the song that should have belonged to her, but she didn't expect that after the song ended, the man actually explained the whole thing clearly.
Her name was clearly imprinted on the song she rewrote, and her sadness and regret instantly disappeared.
When he returned, Tu Nian thanked him solemnly and then wrote down his name - Song Chengming.
Song Chengming smiled at her gently: "We all make songs together, there's no need to be so unfamiliar, just call me by my name."
He is a very gentle and pure person, and at this moment he is smiling faintly, like a clean and pure daffodil.
"Your piano skills truly amaze me. The performance the other day was the same. Listening to your performance is always much more interesting than listening to others."
"You're joking." Tu Nian felt a little embarrassed when he praised her like that.
Song Chengming walked to the second-floor railing and looked into the hall. Seeing only the lazy Luo Zhan, he asked again, "Didn't Bo Qiu come with you?"
Tu Nian shook his head: "I called him last night, but he hasn't called me back yet. He must be busy with something."
It’s a good thing I didn’t reply, otherwise if he asked me what was wrong, I would be speechless.
Tu Nian thought about this secretly, and felt a little relieved in his heart.
"busy?"
Song Chengming looked at her in confusion, but the next moment he understood.
He averted his gaze, trying to hide the sadness in it. "That's true. He just came back from England, so he must have some things to do."
Tu Nian heard that his tone seemed to be a little wrong, so she glanced at him secretly, but saw that his expression was normal, without any sign of wrongness. Instead, he quickly rolled up his shirt sleeves, took two steps forward, pushed open the door of the recording studio, and motioned for her to go in with him.
"Since Bo Qiu is busy and Luo Zhan is used to being lazy, let us do some things." As he said this, he took out several music books from the cabinet in the recording studio.
Tu Nian took it and took a look, and found that it contained some folk singing styles such as Kunqu Opera and Qinqiang.
She was curious about the use of these musical scores, and after asking Song Chengming for a long time, she learned that these were all for Bo Qiu's new song creation. What they had to do today was to organize these songs that expressed similar emotions into categories.
This job sounds easy, but it is actually not as simple as you think.
There were no lyrics in these musical scores, so they had to sort out songs with similar emotions, so they could only read the scores. This was almost a torture for Tu Nian, who found it difficult to empathize with lyrics and music.
The sorting work begins immediately.
The two of them were immersed in these music scores that were at least two centimeters thick, and occasionally discussed a few words with each other. Song Chengming talked eloquently, while Tu Nian stammered and could not say anything.
After two hours of awkward silence, Tu Nian looked at Song Chengming, who seemed to have almost finished a book. Then he glanced at his own hand, and saw that the book, which was two fingers thick, was not even halfway through.
What a terrible efficiency gap! She couldn't help but laugh bitterly and asked, "How long have you been working on this?"
Song Chengming paused what he was doing, thought for a moment, and then replied, "Something similar like this happens once a year. As for the frequency... probably from the time Luo Zhan debuted until now."
Luo Zhan's debut? Tu Nian thought about the year Luo Zhan debuted, and after a rough calculation, he couldn't help but exclaimed: "Is this only the third time including this time?"
Song Chengming nodded.
She was going crazy. How come if singing couldn't bring empathy, was it so difficult to even appreciate the music?
In addition, as Song Chengming said before, this kind of work is usually done at the end of the year. Does that mean that this work is done so early this year just to force her to overcome difficulties?
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