Chapter 313 311. Wa Huan
"Go and talk to Director Jin, if the sound of jetting can be removed, it will be removed directly in the next game and replaced with dubbing later. It is too easy to interrupt the rhythm of the players."
Sitting in the stands, Xu Xin sent Zhang Jiao a message.
Zhang Jiao replied in seconds:
"receive!"
Xu Xin put away the phone, and then heard Jay Chou say:
"Do you want to come to my team? Hey, do you usually listen to my songs? Do you like me? If you like me, don't bother with the other three mentors, okay? The three of them are not as fast as I am, you should Remember, I was the first to turn around."
"..."
"..."
"..."
As soon as the words came out, the three of Han Hong hadn't spoken yet, but Sa Beining said:
"Isn't it hidden anymore? Just change it to reveal it?"
Either everyone said that Sa Beining hosted well.
He really has a stalk.
The brain reacts quickly and knows how to set off the atmosphere.
After saying a word, the other three people were the first to react.
Han Hong's eyes are full of "dissatisfaction":
"Our show...is this how it's played?"
Huang Jizhong was also a little puzzled:
"Our purpose...isn't it agreed to support musicians? Why did you just ask them to leave?"
"Teacher Huang Haicong."
Sa Beining spoke again:
"Here I have to correct you. He is not leaving, because according to the program process, after several mentors turn around, the choice of which mentor team to join will be handed over to the contestants. Now it is the contestants who choose the four of you, You four have no right to choose. Therefore, he is robbing now, bullying you for not familiar with this set of rules..."
"Whoa! Why can you get on fire!?"
Jay Chou is not happy anymore.
But the eyes of the three people who figured out what Jay Chou was doing all became "unfriendly".
"Ha ha ha ha…"
The audience couldn't help laughing out loud.
But Xu Xin nodded in satisfaction.
This kind of interaction between mentors has been mobilized by Sa Beining.
That's fine.
What I'm afraid of is the four boring gourds. You glance at me and chat with each other, which has no entertainment effect at all.
Then the show will be more or less boring.
But now, under the support of such an excellent host, the four of them naturally "fighted", which made it more interesting.
Didn’t you see the honest man Dao Lang saying: “Mr. Zhou, you are doing this wrong”?
That will do.
haha~
Fight and fight.
It looks good when you fight~
In the end, after a lot of verbal confrontation, just when everyone thought that Hu Xia would choose Jay Chou, he chose Han Hong uncharacteristically.
Because Han Hong gave a series of professional opinions on his singing voice.
From small flaws and deficiencies, to how to maintain the peak of my clear voice...
Han Hong’s golden voice is recognized in the music industry. Audiences included, after hearing Han Hong’s professional comments and even planning the “future”, Hu Xia’s choice was taken for granted.
After choosing Hu Xia, Han Hong was in a good mood.
Standing up without any pretentiousness, he directly made a punching movement of victory.
Looks extremely proud.
After embracing Hu Xia, this clean boy waved to the audience with his guitar and harmonica and left.
"Which one do you think is better, Deng Ziqi or him?"
Hearing what Xu Xin said, Wang Sicong shook his head:
"I don't know, but I think his voice is pretty nice... But, I'm telling the truth. Old Xu, I don't know if I'm Ai Wu Ji Wu or what... I just think this draft is so good!"
"Hey~ Be confident, it looks good!"
Xu Xin let out a low laugh twice, and suddenly stretched out his fist:
"Mr. Wang, congratulations on our success."
"Snapped."
Two fists collided:
"Mr. Xu, we are happy together."
While the two were celebrating each other, Sa Beining's voice sounded with the four chairs turned back:
"The next contestant please~"
Soon, the second Hu Xia of the same style walked in a little cramped.
Why do you say it is the same style as Hu Xia?
Because this boy is also tall and thin, and he also wears black-rimmed glasses on his face.
"???"
The audience is a little confused.
Even Wang Sicong muttered:
"Are... twins?"
Xu Xin didn't say a word.
Just watched the young man come to the middle of the stage, bowed to the audience, then turned his head and nodded to the sound teacher next to him.
A burst of melodious erhu and pipa sounded.
"The first dawn through the window~ Sunshine on the west bridge and clouds~ Self-shaking~"
"Thinking of the corners of your clothes that were swaying slightly in the wind~~"
Compared to the previous Hu Xia who turned around when he opened his mouth, it was different.
This boy's voice...is quite gentle.
But not so clear.
But... since Jay Chou released this prelude composed of erhu and Xiaodi, the defined "Heavenly Chaofeng" song, Xu Xin noticed that Jay Chou sat up straight.
The slow, soft voice continued to resound:
"I'm wandering among people~"
"Can't find your paradise~"
"Put the east bottle in the west mirror ~ I wish I could not forget it~~~~"
"..."
Silently, Jay Chou's chair turned around.
His eyes were full of amazement and appreciation, and he tilted his ears slightly, carefully appraising the charm of the lyrics in this gentle tone.
Until Dolan turned around.
After he noticed it, he immediately pointed to Daolang with some dissatisfaction.
And Dao Lang, who seemed to understand how to play this "game", just smiled, and then stared at the boy singing on the stage.
The last is Han Hong.
Huang Jizhong didn't seem to like this song very much, so he didn't play it.
Three chairs, all turned for him.
After the boy finished singing, Huang Jizhong asked in bewilderment:
"Why is that sound effect gone?"
"Let's ignore the sound effects, hey, please introduce yourself first! ... Don't speak."
Jay Chou said the latter sentence to Sa Beining who came up.
Sa Beining rolled his eyes:
"Then you can't steal my lines?"
"Hahahaha~"
Amidst the low laughter of the audience, this slightly shy boy with black-rimmed glasses bowed politely:
"Four... Hello, four teachers, my name is Xu Song. I am a singer..."
"Hello, Xu Song."
Unexpectedly, Dao Lang spoke first:
"This song... is strange to me, what's its name?"
"Hello, Mr. Dao Lang, this song is called "On the Qingming Rain", and it is my own original song."
The judges were not surprised by Xu Song's answer.
The blind audition contestants of "The Voice" can provide accompaniment.
The purpose is to encourage some freelance musicians to deduce their own style.
Even, the band on the stage is a decoration.
Basically useless.
The live LIVE will not start until the next team match.
So, if you really want to provide accompaniment, as long as it meets the regulations, the time is set at about 2 minutes.
Hearing this, Dao Lang's eyes showed a hint of appreciation.
At this time, Sa Beining asked:
"Your original song?...You said you were a singer just now?"
"Uh... yes. I independently produced an album of my own in January of this year. This song is also... but the response is mediocre..."
After Xu Song finished answering, Huang Haiczhong asked in bewilderment:
"Strange? This song is obviously very good~"
"He's an independent musician."
Han Hong said with eyes full of appreciation:
“Without a company pushing the album, it might not even be possible to make a splash.”
"..."
"..."
"..."
Either Han Hong dares to say it...
Even Sa Bening was a little surprised by these words.
The atmosphere was a little cold for a while.
But immediately Jay Chou’s words sounded:
"Isn't this also the meaning of the existence of our "The Voice"? To dig out more outstanding musicians who lack opportunities but are full of talents, and provide them with a platform to showcase, so that everyone can hear more good music. Isn't it ?”
What responded to him was applause from the audience:
"Wow la la la la la..."
Among the crowd, Xu Xin breathed a sigh of relief...
Um.
Now it seems that the wheel has completely grasped the program.
Thinking of this, he said to Wang Sicong:
"I'll go to the back to see if there is any problem in the preparation of the contestants."
"Um."
Wang Sicong responded, but did not follow him.
Obviously, watching the draft is more interesting.
Xu Xin quietly left the seat, walked around the audience exit, and walked out of No. 5 studio.
There are many people outside.
Xu Xin even saw some contestants staying in the shade of trees to warm up their voices.
There are men and women.
The purpose of the program "The Voice" is to make music.
So everything is based on singing.
It can be seen that there are male and female contestants in the blind audition, and some are even around 30 years old.
It's a fantasy in other drafts.
Even if this kind of person is popular, what potential does he have?
Unfortunately, "The Voice" is accepted in full.
As long as your singing voice is enough to impress people, then there is no problem at all.
After going around in a circle, he happened to see Yang Ying walking into the player waiting room.
He didn't say anything, and walked in directly.
The player waiting hall was not noisy.
These contestants were also accompanied by their parents and friends. At this moment, they all sat on the side and waited patiently.
180 contestants, 72 were finally selected.
An average of 2.5 people entered the first round.
Their chances are great.
Yang Ying found a girl with a bob hairstyle, and was leading her and... two people who seemed to be parents to the specially reserved interview table.
"Hello, contestant, can you introduce yourself first?"
Facing the camera sideways, Yang Ying held a miniature microphone in her hand and said to the bob-haired girl.
The girl looked a little disturbed, but she nodded:
"Hi everyone, I... My name is Aqiao, from Shaoyang, Hunan. I am currently a web editor..."
"Hello, Ah Qing~"
Yang Ying smiled and nodded:
"Then the two uncles and aunts who accompanied you are...?"
"Dad, Mom."
The middle-aged couple also looked a bit restrained.
In order to break free from this constraint, Yang Ying took the initiative to ask again:
"Do you usually like to sing..."
Xu Xin didn't say a word, just listening to Yang Ying host in the recording team.
Until a reminder came from the intercom over there:
"The next player is ready."
The interview is over.
"I wish you success in being selected, come on, mom and dad will watch your performance and support you."
After leaving her blessings, Yang Ying got up and led the three of them out.
Her job is actually quite hard.
As the assistant coffee host, she has to keep running back and forth in the player waiting room and in front of the TV waiting for the channel.
But it is unnecessary to say that you feel distressed.
One season of The Voice, she has an income of half a million.
Besides, as a graphic model of "Xifeng Wine", she has already begun to make her debut in the advertising industry.
It's much better than being a young model in Xiangjiang, who can only be used as the background board in some variety shows.
Just nodding politely and not interrupting the shot.
Xu Xin walked out together and entered the passage.
Finally, Ah Qiao's parents were full of encouragement and watched their daughter enter the preparation room.
Yang Ying brought the middle-aged couple to the LCD TV.
"Uncle and aunt, we will be here to see the situation in a while. Please cheer for Ah Qiao~"
she said with a smile.
Then…
When she performed Hsiao Yaxuan's "The Most Familiar Stranger" and got Huang Jizhong and Dao Lang to turn around, her daughter's excellence made her mother jump up and cover her face excitedly, shedding hot tears.
Even if this is just the first step.
Maybe being able to witness the selection of their daughter with their own eyes on the spot is already enough for the couple to be extremely excited.
Yang Ying's expression and reaction can also be called professional.
After all, he came from a background in variety shows, when to make facial expressions, how to capture the camera, etc...
She understands too well.
Finally, Ah Qiao came down and embraced with her parents under Yang Ying's applause.
And Xu Xin's heart also dropped.
very good.
The whole "The Voice" is like an extremely precise machine, every link is working perfectly.
After Ah Qiao left with her parents, Xu Xin nodded to Yang Ying who came over:
"Thanks for your hard work."
"No hard work, Director Xu."
Yang Ying hurriedly shook her head.
Xu Xin smiled, and his eyes fell on the high heels she was wearing. After thinking for a while, he said:
"Next time, you can choose a shoe with a lower heel, so that you won't be tired when you walk."
Yang Ying was taken aback for a moment, then nodded quickly:
"Yeah, thank you Director Xu for your concern... But I still want to show my best side."
"Then do your best. Try to let the audience remember you, come on!"
"Hmmm. So I continue?"
"good."
Yang Ying left, while Xu Xin took out her mobile phone, walked out of the passage, and lit a cigarette for herself.
Called Yang Mi's phone.
"Hey, what's up?"
“Everyone is doing well.”
Squatting on the curb, Xu Xin said:
"The contestants are quite capable, and the chemistry of the four judges is also very good. Sa Beining is very professional, and even Yang Ying is working hard. I think... this show is here!"
He gave his own evaluation.
"Is the evaluation so high?"
Yang Mi smiled and said:
"My husband is awesome!"
"Ha~"
Xu Xin chuckled lightly:
"I suddenly had an idea."
"What?"
"I think you should set up... a creative department related to variety shows. Recruit some talents and see if they can provide any unconstrained ideas... It's really interesting, you should come and see it. I thought it was nothing before, but... There are a lot of jokes in the variety show, and it’s fun to watch.”
"Well…"
Yang Mi thought for a while and said:
"It's good enough, but it doesn't suit the positioning of the Western Film and Television Station? I... don't want to make the things of the Western Film Studio so commercialized. I think the lineage of the Western Film Studio can't be messed up... In the future, movies and TV dramas will be the same. a little better."
"I didn't ask you to forcibly tie Xiying Studio."
Xu Xin smiled.
Although he is very pleased with his wife's "maternal family" point of view.
but…
"I think variety shows can attract popularity. After all, Xiying's current handicap is still a bit small, and you are right. Indeed, Xiying's "blood" is film and television. But this does not prevent you from displaying other aspects Talent isn’t it? There’s not only one TV station, right? Don’t you want to improve your status? At that time, you will hold a few aces of variety shows in your hands, and add your own coffee position and so on... Whoever sees you will not be confused ?”
"Ha~"
Yang Mi was made to chuckle lightly by this statement:
"I don't care if others are confused or not, as long as you are confused."
Xu Xin's heart felt hot...
"You are at home?"
"Yeah, I'm just about to take a nap."
"...wait for me, sleep together."
"You didn't read it?"
"I don't want to read it, Wheels and the others are fine, Yang Ying and the others are fine, why am I still here? ... Hehe, good sister, you wait for me, I will go back and sleep with you in my arms."
As he spoke, he quickly got up and started walking outside.
This is a couple who have a tacit understanding... Although it is a sentence of "hug to sleep", but through the changes in tone, tone, tone, and tone, some things are well known.
…
The first day of recording of "The Voice" was a complete success.
Recorded until 5:30 p.m., a total of 32 people were blindly selected, and 11 people joined the team of each mentor.
During dinner at night, Yang Mi received a list of these people:
"Hu Xia, Xu Song, Ah Qiao, Xu Yu...Oh, Zi Qi is here. They chose Huang Hausong? I thought she would choose Han Hong."
"ROCKROLL~"
Xu Xin, who was adding mutton to the crescent moon cake, said something casually.
Wait until the meat stuffed the crescent moon cake with porcelain, and after spreading another spoonful of chili, he handed it to Yang Mi.
Three mouths, eat more.
"Give."
He had just passed the crescent moon cake, and Yang Mi's chopsticks held a large piece of mutton and put it into his bowl at the same time.
"…hey-hey."
Xu Xin couldn't help but laugh.
Obviously, the tacit understanding between the two made each other know what they were doing.
Although it is just a water basin.
Although if you really want to eat it, let alone this bowl of water basin, the store can buy it for you.
But it's not necessary.
It is the best to enjoy the warm feeling of the couple in this old Xi'an basin shop.
"Where shall we go for a walk at night?"
While drinking the soup, Xu Xin asked.
Yang Mi thought for a while and said:
"Just walk around here."
Furong Garden is quite lively at night.
It is necessary to digest food after eating, otherwise she is prone to heartburn.
After the meal, Xu Xin and her were arm in arm, followed by the three King Kongs, one man, four women, and the two babies in their stomachs wandering around the Furongyuan Square.
The square at the gate here is a good place to go. There are a lot of parents who come here to play or live nearby to take their children for a walk.
Maybe because she is going to be a mother, she likes to watch the children play there more and more.
What's more, there are stalls at the entrance, and the bustling atmosphere of the city is much more interesting than the scenery that has been rotten.
"It's so nice to be pregnant~"
Walking on the side of the road, Yang Mi looked at the stalls on both sides of the road, and said this out of the blue.
"Why do you say that?"
"Didn't you notice that people walk around me?"
Although she was wearing a mask, there was still bursts of pride in her eyes.
Put your stomach up on purpose:
"Hmph! The big and big pregnant woman is the biggest! Master Qingtian is out on a trip, be quiet~~avoid~~~"
"..."
Although she has gotten used to her social cow attributes.
But on the road between a group of stalls, she can yell such shameful words openly...
Xu Xin was quite impressed.
Although I have to admit...
Those stall owners sitting on the horses behind their stalls are especially like the common people kneeling on both sides when the county magistrate is out on a trip.
But it's one thing for you to be secretly happy about this thing.
Speaking out is another matter!
That is, you are pregnant. If you are not pregnant, it depends on whether you are beaten or not.
Xu Xin, who was so embarrassed that she wished she could poke her head into the ground, pulled her to speed up her pace.
The stall owners on both sides are also like watching mental illness, looking at this pregnant woman wearing a mask...
Who is this bitch?
crazy crazy...
After walking away for a while, Yang Mi suddenly saw a small cart selling candied haws:
"Hurry up, brother, I want to eat that!"
"Jiaojiao, you go..."
Before Xu Xin finished speaking, Master Qingtian spoke again:
"Why don't you go~ The ones you bought are sour~"
"..."
Reluctantly, Xu Xin muttered:
"Just let it go and fart."
Then I honestly went to buy candied haws.
But when she turned back with five candied haws, she saw Yang Mi leading Sun Ting and the others in front of a tricycle.
He walked over wondering, only to realize that it was a bookstall.
But unlike those books in the bookstore, here are some... very thick and thick tomes.
Xu Xin probably swept his eyes around...
What about "Warcraft Swordsman: The Complete Edition", what "Memorandum of Yan Jie", "Zichuan", "Dragon Race" and so on...
There are many.
There are also relatively ancient works such as "Zhu Xian" and "Journey to the Misty".
are all online novels.
Yang Mi was reading a book in her hand.
These books are not new at first glance, and they all have traces of being flipped.
Even the corners of the particularly large A4-sized books were torn.
Then, the stall owner is also quite honest:
"The big one is two yuan, and the small one is five yuan!"
The so-called big ones are the kind of tomes.
The small one is the size of a normal book, which looks more delicate.
Yang Mi is reading a book in her hands.
Then maybe after feeling Xu Xin's gaze, she looked up and saw her brother carrying a bag of candied haws in his hand, she nodded, and picked and picked at the stall again, finally took four books and gave 20 yuan .
The stall owner gave a plastic bag and packed the four books. After Sun Ting directly took over, Xu Xin also hurriedly waited on Master Qingtian, and handed over his own candied haws.
As a result, after eating two mouthfuls, Master Qingtian lost his teeth in disgust, threw away his bunch of hawthorns, and snatched the bunch of assorted candied haws made up of bananas, grapes, and hawthorns from Xu Xin's hand.
That's fine, just take it away...
The most annoying thing, she returned it after a while.
When I left, it was a combination of a hawthorn, a banana and a grape. But when I returned, the grapes and bananas were gone, only the bare hawthorns remained.
Xu Xinqi's nose was crooked.
My bananas and grapes died so badly? Not even a whole body?
Finally, based on the principle of not wasting, he ate a bunch and a half of hawthorn candied haws with tears in his eyes. When he arrived at the supermarket in front of his house, he bought a bottle of mineral water and poured it in.
Didn't care about Yang Mi.
Just a bottle of water and a pack of cigarettes, sitting at the entrance of the supermarket and finishing smoking, and then walked home unhurriedly.
The house next to it was still dark.
I don’t know where Wang Sicong and the others went to play.
Entering the house, with the cool air conditioner blowing in, he showed a satisfied expression.
Waved to the three girls on the first floor:
"go to bed early."
went straight upstairs.
When I came to the bedroom, I heard the sound of water splashing inside.
Yang Mi is taking a shower.
He took off his clothes and went straight in.
Her belly is big, and it is not very convenient to use shower gel or anything.
After helping her wash, he told her to "walk carefully" before he began to take a bath.
After rinsing and coming out feeling refreshed, Yang Mi was already leaning on the head of the bed and started reading.
It was one of the few books I bought at the stall tonight.
Iphones are good everywhere, but it is not very convenient to read novels on WAP sites through web pages.
Its built-in browser obviously did not consider the users on the WAP side.
And Xu Xin glanced at the name of the novel, and asked puzzledly:
"Harem... What do these two words read?"
Yang Mi flipped through the cover and said:
"The harem...Wa...Is the word HUAN pronounced? It's a bit like the Huan of the universe. The biography of Hua Huan?"
"Well…"
Walked up to my sister, picked up the book and looked at it twice...
"It seems to be pronounced ZHEN, right? Zhen Ji's Zhen?"
"Well…"
Yang Mi thought for a while:
"Zhen Huan?"
"probably…"
For no reason, he misses the dictionary Wang Sicong found for himself on the plane.
Then I heard Yang Mi mumble:
"What a broken name..."
(end of this chapter)