novelraw What comes after the word "更" in the name of Queen Lin Yilian in Chapter 52?
What comes after the word "更" in the name of Queen Lin Yilian in Chapter 52?
"Whether she's a good match or not, Teacher Ding will know after hearing it."
After saying this into the microphone, Song Ze didn't look at Ding Feng again, but turned his head and nodded towards the control room.
In the audience, Hong Tao's hand, holding a thermos, froze in mid-air.
He was prepared to smooth things over, but this kid managed to calm things down with just one sentence.
Ding Feng raised an eyebrow, put the microphone back on the table, leaned back in his chair, and crossed his arms.
"Okay, then I'll listen."
The lights in the control room flickered on.
The prelude begins.
The moment the first note flowed from the monitor speakers, the air in the recording studio changed.
Ding Feng tapped his fingers unconsciously twice on the armrest of the chair, then stopped.
Song Ze started singing.
The note started at A4 and was as steady as if it were nailed to the score.
"Holding the earth in my left hand, and the sky in my right."
After the first line was sung, everyone present unconsciously straightened their backs.
In the second measure, the melody line goes upward.
"Lightning bolts shot out from the palm lines in all directions."
C5, the transition point is so smooth that you can't hear a trace of it.
Ding Feng leaned forward five centimeters without realizing it.
After the verse ends, the first chorus begins.
"Holding a flower in his left hand, wielding a sword in his right."
"Ten thousand years of snow have fallen between my brows."
D6.
When that sound came out of Song Ze's throat, it wasn't squeezed out or shouted; it was sent out.
High-frequency overtones overlapped in the recording studio, bouncing from the floor to the ceiling and back again.
The music director took off his monitoring headphones and then put them back on.
Ding Feng loosened his arms from his chest, placed his hands on his knees, and leaned forward fifteen centimeters.
There was no extra movement in the recording studio.
During the interlude, Song Ze stood in front of the microphone, his chest rising and falling slightly, so little that it was almost imperceptible.
Several people in the audience exchanged glances.
That D6 was already explosive enough, but his breathing control was too relaxed.
This is not the state someone who has just pushed themselves to hit a high note should be in.
Ding Feng's pupils contracted slightly.
After the final chorus finished, the audience thought that was all.
The breath shifted.
"I point to the moon with my left hand and take the red thread with my right."
"May you and I be blessed with the love we desire."
A transition, starting from the last sound of the word "缘" (yuan), is drawn upwards along a line.
G6.
The moment that sound exploded, Ding Feng dropped the pen in his hand to the ground.
He didn't pick it up; his mouth was slightly open, and he didn't close it for two seconds.
The G6 lingered in the recording studio for nearly four seconds; it wasn't just a forced pause, it was a sustained four seconds.
The high-frequency vibrations are uniform, and the final note ends cleanly.
Hongtao clenched his right fist, his knuckles cracking, and his expression was no longer concealed.
He has been in this line of work for eighteen years.
Lin Youjia's audition yesterday was indeed phenomenal, but today's is different.
Yesterday it was "so beautiful it made me want to cry," today it's "it made my scalp tingle and I couldn't speak for three seconds."
The coda dissipated into the air.
Hong Tao led the way by standing up and clapping, and the music director followed suit.
The sound engineer in the control room gave a thumbs-up through the glass.
Ding Feng also stood up and applauded.
Song Ze bowed to the audience.
There was no smug expression on his face.
He turned and walked towards the door.
Zhang Juan stood outside the door, leaning against the wall, her phone clutched tightly in her hand.
The door opened, and she opened her mouth slightly, about to ask a question.
Song Ze passed by her and gave her a look.
It was a very subtle message, but the meaning was clear—don't worry.
Then he walked straight ahead in the corridor.
Zhang Juan stared at his back, feeling even more uncertain.
The calmer she was, the more flustered she became. The last time she was this calm was before she overturned the table with He Zhengwei.
Before I had taken ten steps, Hongtao's voice came from behind me.
"Teacher Song, don't rush back to the hotel."
Song Ze stopped and turned around.
Hongtao peeked halfway out of the recording studio door, his previously feigned composure gone.
"Several music directors at the station would like to speak with you privately."
Song Ze nodded.
Just as Zhang Juan was about to take a step to follow, Hong Tao turned around and glanced at her.
"Mr. Zhang, this step is a bit inconvenient, please wait here for a moment."
Zhang Juan's feet were rooted to the ground.
Having worked as an agent for so many years, she knows all too well what this kind of "private chat" means.
At the corner of the corridor, Song Ze followed Hong Tao and turned right, where a person was walking towards them.
A middle-aged woman, not tall, wearing a dark blue linen shirt, her hair neatly tied up at the back of her head.
She wore no jewelry and no makeup, but the air in the corridor seemed to grow heavy as she walked by.
The two passed each other by.
Song Ze took two steps forward, and a voice came from behind him.
"Who taught you that G6?"
Song Ze paused and turned around.
Lin Yilian.
The only person in the Chinese music scene in the past thirty years to have sung a Chinese song live at the Grammys, and the iron-lung diva who dominated the charts in the 1990s.
After retiring from the spotlight, he dedicated twelve years to vocal education. Three of his students won the Golden Melody Award, and he was also a contestant on "I Am a Singer 2017," ultimately winning the overall championship.
Song Ze's mind raced.
He's been reborn, and he won't let her have this championship.
"Teacher Sa Dingding gave me some guidance."
Lin Yilian nodded knowingly and looked him over for two seconds.
"Her influence is there, but your handling is more—"
She paused and didn't answer.
Turned around and left.
The dark blue figure turned the corner at the end of the corridor and disappeared.
"More" what?
Being told only half the story is even more agonizing than Ding Feng's provocation.
Hongtao called out from the front, "Teacher Song, this way please."
Song Ze refocused and followed.
The second recording studio was smaller than the audition room, but the equipment was more professional.
Four people sat behind a long table, on which were the arrangement plan and sheet music that Song Ze had submitted.
Skip the small talk and get straight to the point.
The man with the gold-rimmed glasses spoke up: "Professor Song, we have no objections to the technical aspects of the G6. But what are your plans for the live band lineup?"
This question isn't to praise him, it's to test him.
Recording studios and the live stage of "I Am a Singer" are two different things. The real test is whether the arrangement can be implemented and whether the band can cooperate to hold up.
Song Ze pulled up a chair, sat down, picked up a pencil, and turned to the third page of the music arrangement plan.
"The string section uses eight strings, not twelve."
The pencil tip drew two marks on the score.
"The guzheng plays on its own track, without being mixed with the string section. The guzheng solo in the interlude goes directly into the vocals, without any padding or background music, leaving a space between them."
The four of them exchanged glances.
Leaving a "blank space" is very risky on a large-scale competition stage. Without a backup vocal tone to cover up, every flaw of the singer will be magnified tenfold.
Conversely, if a singer is skilled enough, the impact of "leaving space" is something a full band can't achieve.
The man with the gold-rimmed glasses pushed up his frames: "What if the guzheng player's performance is unstable that day?"
"Change to the erhu," Song Ze said. "We have a Plan B in the arrangement demo. The erhu will take the melody line instead of the guzheng, enter an octave lower, and jump back to the original key in the chorus. The tension created by the difference in tonality is actually greater."
The man with the gold-rimmed glasses paused for a moment, then flipped to the Demo appendix and found Solution B.
It wasn't made up on the spot.
Over the next fifteen minutes, the four people asked seven questions, covering reverb parameters, headphone delay compensation, and all technical details.
Song Ze didn't have a card.
His exceptional musical composition skills truly came into play in this situation—allowing him to communicate with these veterans in their own language.
After asking the last question, the man with the gold-rimmed glasses closed the folder.
"Hongtao will confirm the follow-up arrangements with you."
Song Ze stood up, shook hands with each person, and then pushed open the door to leave.
Zhang Juan was still leaning against the corridor wall, having already chewed up eight of her ten fingernails.
"How is it?"
"I'm hungry. Let's go get some stinky tofu."
Zhang Juan almost couldn't catch her breath.