CIATB Chapter 409 Are we hooked today?
Chapter 409 Are we hooked today?
Chapter 409 Are we hooked today?
Upon hearing this, Yu Huan immediately sat up straight, a serious look appearing in her eyes.
You know, this is the result of his wife's hard work, so how could he not be looking forward to it?
Involuntarily, images of Lin Yourong fully immersed in the recording studio and the scene at home where she would hum a few lines of opera tunes from time to time, no matter what she was doing, would appear in his mind.
Thinking of this, a gentle smile appeared on Yu Huan's lips as she said, "If possible, we should definitely hear how it goes."
"Okay, then I'll play it out loud." Hu Jiyan nodded slightly.
He tapped his fingers lightly on the control panel, producing a soft "click-click" sound that was exceptionally clear in the quiet room.
Just as Yu Huan was about to get up, seeing Hu Jiyan's action, and since he didn't need to put on headphones to test the sound, adhering to the principle of lying down rather than sitting, he slowly slumped back into the sofa.
He slightly adjusted his posture, leaning against Lin Yourong more comfortably.
The delicate fragrance emanating from her body gently brushed against his nose, making him feel extremely comfortable.
"I've only ever heard such high-quality dry audio in all my years in the industry when I'm recording for vocal teachers."
Hu Jiyan's voice was filled with emotion and admiration as he clicked the play button...
A moment.
A grand and melodious chant emanated from the monitor speakers.
It seemed to drift in from the distant horizon, carrying a sense of ethereal clarity, making one's soul feel as if it were floating in the vast天地 (heaven and earth), involuntarily immersing itself in it.
I must say, the sound system here is truly top-notch.
The panoramic stereo sound enveloped everyone's ears like silk threads, showcasing every detail of Lin Yourong's voice to the fullest.
When Xing Yujia first encountered the song "Red-Clad Ladies," she felt goosebumps all over her body.
She was secretly amazed. Was Sister Susu going all out right from the start?
But as the guzheng entered, the unrestrained singing abruptly stopped.
This is followed by a delicate and gentle Kunqu opera recitation: "Love arises without knowing its origin, and deepens with each passing moment..."
In an instant, the sound filled the monitor speakers.
This opening and closing, which first captivates the listener and then immediately reveals the charm of authentic Peking Opera singing, as if transporting the audience to the Peking Opera venue.
Xing Yujia's eyes widened, her mouth slightly agape, overwhelmed by the sudden sense of amazement.
In a flash, a thought crossed her mind: Is this still a pop song? Why has Sister Susu switched to singing opera?
As Yu Huan listened to the prelude, she couldn't help but turn to look at Lin Yourong, who was sitting beside her, sipping honey water.
Even though it was just the beginning, the operatic style was incredibly authentic, filling his eyes with admiration and utter satisfaction.
The arrangement of Tan Jing's version is very grand and melodious. Although Lin Yourong's performance does not have the same majestic momentum as Tan Jing's, it adds a touch of delicacy and gentleness to the song.
Yu Huan knew that Lin Yourong had put in a lot of effort for this song.
She not only spent a lot of time practicing pronunciation, but also hired a Kunqu Opera teacher to guide her singing style.
I heard that the Kunqu Opera teacher my wife hired is a female Kunqu Opera performer from the Shanghai Kunqu Opera Troupe who specializes in playing young female roles. She has extremely high attainments and rich performance experience.
It should be noted that the protagonist Li Xiangjun in the Kunqu Opera "The Peach Blossom Fan" is usually played by a young lady, and Lin Yourong's gentle and melodious singing style perfectly captures the essence of the role.
"A scene from the play~ the water sleeves rise and fall~ singing of joys and sorrows~ singing of partings and reunions~ it has nothing to do with me..."
The plaintive verses gently brush past everyone's ears, carrying a deep sorrow and helplessness, drawing people in irresistibly.
Everyone present, including Lin Yourong herself, listened attentively.
Suddenly.
The powerful drumbeats slowed down, the accompaniment suddenly stopped, and the entire space fell into silence.
The sudden pause made Xing Yujia hold her breath slightly, all her attention focused on the melody that was about to begin.
A moment later, the delicate and gentle operatic singing style of the chorus filled the space:
People walk past the audience, their familiar faces gone; on stage, people sing a heartbreaking farewell song.
"The word 'love' is hard to write; she sings it with blood."
"The curtain rises, the curtain falls, who is the guest..."
Xing Yujia looked at Lin Yourong, her eyes filled with surprise and admiration...
"Deep affection turns to regret, for in retrospect all is but an illusion."
The melodious Kunqu opera recitation lingered in the air, and Xing Yujia felt a chill run down her spine, so she couldn't help but let out a soft sigh.
She was filled with emotion. Was this the 'ancient style song' that Sister Ru had casually mentioned when she was talking to Sister Su?
This isn't just a traditional Chinese style song; it's art!
It's fair to say that he captivated her the moment he opened his mouth, giving her the feeling of listening to a traditional opera in a Peking Opera troupe!
Compared to Sister Susu, those so-called opera-style songs that are popular online can all be said to be pulled out with falsetto, which is very pretentious.
……
"The Way is without emotion, yet the Way is full of emotion, requiring much thought..."
As the gentle Kunqu opera recitation faded away, the accompaniment gradually disappeared as well.
A song is very short, so short that it seems to disappear in the blink of an eye.
However, the song is very long, so long that every line left a deep impression on Xing Yujia's heart.
When the music ended, the room fell into a brief silence once again.
The crowd seemed still immersed in the plaintive opera singing, their hearts unable to calm down for a long time.
Yu Huan gently grasped Lin Yourong's hand and praised, "You sang very well! It was exactly the effect I expected!"
"There are still many areas for improvement. I feel the emotions could be a bit more expressive." Lin Yourong smiled and placed the water glass in her left hand on the coffee table in front of her.
Hu Jiyan, sitting facing the sofa, noticed the two holding hands and smiled as he continued, "Lin Su, you're too demanding of yourself. It's just a demo, not even mixed yet, and the quality is already impeccable in my opinion. Many professional singers can't achieve this level of quality after post-production."
Xing Yujia nodded repeatedly, her eyes filled with excitement: "Sister Susu, you're amazing! When I was listening to it just now, I felt like I was in a theater, the atmosphere was absolutely incredible. I feel like this song is going to be a huge hit!"
Lin Yourong smiled gently: "Thank you for your praise and encouragement."
Hu Jiyan stood up and said with a smile, "This song, 'The Red-Clad Lament,' is top-notch in every aspect among ancient-style songs. It's not just Lin Su's outstanding performance, but also the fusion of traditional opera's charm, showing me the infinite possibilities of music. With proper promotion, I believe it will definitely cause a sensation in the music market and become a hit—"
He paused, then turned his head slightly to meet Yu Huan's gaze. He praised, "Little Yu, I really want to see how your brain works. I used to be completely indifferent to so-called ancient-style songs, but this song, 'Red-Clad Ladies,' has completely overturned my understanding. Whether it's the lyrics, the music, or the arrangement, it all amazes me. It perfectly blends traditional opera with popular elements, preserving the charm of opera while adding the vitality of pop music. It's truly admirable!"
Upon hearing Hu Jiyan's words, Yu Huan's lips curled up slightly, and she jokingly said, "All I can say is that the things of our ancestors are truly wonderful."
The lighthearted and humorous words had barely left his lips.
Lin Yourong's eyes curved into two crescent moons, and she couldn't help but chuckle softly.
Hu Jiyan also chuckled to himself.
"Brother Huan, what you said is so insightful!" Xing Yujia's apple-shaped face was beaming with smiles.
Yu Huan nodded and said to Hu Jiyan, "It's just a fusion of popular styles with traditional opera."
Hu Jiyan crossed his arms and said with considerable agreement:
"Yes, the things of our ancestors are wonderful! Traditional culture is our treasure, and we should inherit and carry it forward. This song 'Red-Clad Actress' is a good example. Many young people today have a strong interest in traditional culture, but they lack a suitable entry point. Works like this that combine traditional opera with popular music can attract their attention and inspire their desire to explore traditional culture."
Upon hearing this, Yu Huan thought to himself that Hu Jiyan was indeed a creator of mainstream works, and his ideological awareness was indeed high.
In today's music market, traditional Chinese opera-style songs are basically synonymous with shoddy production. The only song that can be considered authentic and widely sung is Li Yugang's "The New Drunken Concubine".
His starting point was very simple.
Although the market for traditional Chinese opera singing has not been fully developed, it has huge potential and the audience is mostly young people. Therefore, I'll have my wife give it a shot and win over a group of fans.
If in the future, when people talk about opera songs, they will definitely think of Lin Su's words, that would be the best.
Yu Huan followed Hu Jiyan's lead and said with a smile, "We are just following the trend of the times. Young people nowadays are paying more and more attention to traditional culture. For example, my university even has a Hanfu club!"
Hu Jiyan nodded and said with a smile, "That's right, Xiao Yu, you're a young man too. If you weren't very interested in traditional opera, you definitely wouldn't be able to create such a work."
Then, he suddenly changed the subject: "Excuse me for a moment, please make yourselves at home."
After saying that, he turned and walked towards the door.
After Hu Jiyan left, the room became even quieter.
Yu Huan slightly raised her head and looked at the wall clock. The second hand turned silently, and it was already past three ten.
He gently put his arm around Lin Yourong's shoulder, a warm smile on his face, and said softly, "You've been recording for almost an hour, you should rest your voice and try not to talk too much, right?"
"Mmm~" Lin Yourong responded softly.
Her gaze inadvertently drifted to Xing Yujia, whose face was beaming with a doting aunt's smile.
Xing Yujia noticed her gaze and hurriedly picked up her phone from the coffee table, pretending to be busy fiddling with it.
However, her gaze kept drifting towards Yu Huan and Lin Yourong, and she couldn't hide the smile on her face.
"Honey, do you need to go to the bathroom?" Lin Yourong asked gently.
Upon hearing these concerned words, Yu Huan shook her head and said, "No need."
Upon hearing this, Lin Yourong's lips curled up slightly, and she leaned her head against Yu Huan's shoulder.
A tranquil and warm atmosphere permeates the space.
The silence was broken only when the door was suddenly pushed open with a soft sound.
Lin Yourong quickly raised her head and sat up straight.
Hu Jiyan strode in, a bright smile on his face, and said in a loud voice, "I just happened to run into Teacher Liang. When I told her that Mr. Y had come, she said she would come over early after finishing her work this afternoon."
"Welcome," Lin Yourong said with a slight smile. "Brother Hu, shall we get ready to start recording 'The Wind on the Way Home'?"
"Oh! Right!" Hu Jiyan suddenly slapped his forehead.
The footsteps that were originally heading towards the sofa quickly turned towards the control panel.
As he walked, he said, "I still need to sort out the tracks! I'll extract the backing tracks from the demo first."
The moment his bottom touched the seat, Hu Jiyan's gaze instantly focused on the control panel screen, and his expression became completely absorbed.
Seeing this, Yu Huan thought to herself that Hu Jiyan was really serious about his work, no wonder he succeeded.
Recording a song usually involves arranging the music and recording the accompaniment first, followed by recording the vocals. After these steps are completed, the recording engineer combines the tracks one by one to create a demo tape.
For example, the "Red-Clad Girl" we just saw was a synthetic sample that had not undergone post-mixing.
However, if the demo of "The Wind on the Way Home" is relatively complete, it is perfectly acceptable to extract the electronic instrument accompaniment and record the vocals first.
As soon as Hu Jiyan imported the demo file and opened the project named "The Wind on the Way Home", a dense array of audio tracks appeared on the screen.
Whether it's vocals or instruments, everything has to be recorded track by track. A single, publishable pop song usually requires dozens of tracks.
If there are many sound effects and ambient sounds, there can be even songs with nearly a hundred tracks.
Lin Yourong sipped her honey water and rested for a while. Then, she heard Hu Jiyan, who was wearing headphones, say without turning his head, "Lin Su, I've prepared the accompaniment."
She immediately put down her water glass and stood up.
In an instant, Yu Huan grabbed her hand, looked at her with clear eyes, and whispered, "Wife..."
"Hmm?" Lin Yourong leaned down slightly to hear what he wanted to say.
Yu Huan gazed at the pair of clear, beautiful almond-shaped eyes before her, coughed slightly, and said with concern, "Do your best. You've been recording opera for so long before, your voice must be tired. If you're tired, we can record again next time. Anyway, there's no studio hour fee."
Upon hearing this, Lin Yourong burst out laughing.
She pulled her hand away from his and gently squeezed his arm: "I know, don't worry, I won't be stubborn."
Yu Huan watched her graceful figure drift into the recording studio like a gust of wind, and couldn't help but rub her chin.
Suddenly, I caught sight of Xing Yujia's apple-shaped face, beaming with a doting smile...
He couldn't help but fall into deep thought.
What's going on with my wife's little assistant? Did she fall for him today?
Xing Yujia and Yu Huan locked eyes, and for a fleeting moment, it felt as if they had been caught red-handed.
She felt a little embarrassed, coughed lightly, and looked down at her phone screen.
(End of this chapter)