Thinker in the entertainment industry

Chapter 217 217. Disease

The so-called care is chaos, because of An Xiyan's solo song, Zheng Zhiyong had a headache like never before.He pondered over and over by himself, and discussed with the people in Yedang for a long time before finalizing the repertoire.

When making the final decision this time, Zheng Zhiyong didn't consider An Xiyan's opinion, or even ask her.It's not that he thinks that An Xiyan's opinion is worthless, but that "you" is different from half a year ago, "you" is just an attempt, success or failure doesn't matter, this time the purpose is too strong, even Zheng Zhiyong doesn't feel relaxed, There is no need to put extra pressure on An Xiyan.

If it fails, it's because he didn't write the song well, or he and yedang made a mistake in judgment, and it has nothing to do with An Xiyan.

The final name of the song was "Dawn Comes". A lot of strings and drums were used in the arrangement, and the singing method was biased towards singing.

According to the producer of yedang, this kind of tune should appear in classic fantasy movies like "Lord of the Rings".

Zheng Zhiyong: ...This is really a new way to make money.

But the quality of the songs is very good, very good, this is their consensus.That's why they chose Dawn Comes.Let An Xiyan sing to try a new way to enrich her image. Although her singing skills are not as weak as imagined, she is still far from a great sound source or a powerful singer. Bad is certainly the genre that is the easiest to get good grades on the music charts, but there are so many people who sing bad and can sing well, it is not a good thing for An Xiyan to be compared with them, maybe she will expose herself Shortcomings make the trip to "The King of Masked Singer" useless.It’s better to brush up on the musicality, even if the popularity is not high, with An Xiyan and Zheng Zhiyong’s attention, there will always be people who listen to the song and give comments, and it’s not difficult to get a good reputation—— Zheng Zhiyong’s The response to the work was mixed, but people who had never heard the song said that he was shoddy.

Fans should count on "The King of Masked Singer", which has reached the stage of "doing everything you can to obey the destiny". The increase in numbers is far more realistic than the popularity brought about by good songs.

"can we start?"

An Xiyan nodded with a pale face.

Zheng Zhiyong didn't let An Xiyan sing, he put his hands on the earphones, but stopped halfway.

"Are you... not feeling well?" His brows furrowed unknowingly, and the call with An Xiyan not long ago was remembered, "Didn't you go to the hospital?"

"I haven't had time yet," An Xiyan forced a smile, "If today can end earlier, I'll have time to go."

"This is putting pressure on me, I'll do my best—and you will too."

Now he can still make jokes, Zheng Zhiyong also admires himself very much.

"There are many flowers on the road ahead, just at the time of brilliant youth. The road is dark and difficult, and it is a short moment."

"stop."

Zheng Zhiyong supported the earphone, resisting the desire to take it off: "You haven't invested yet."

"I'm sorry." An Xiyan apologized to her, but didn't explain anything, explaining nothing made sense.

Zheng Zhiyong took a deep breath. He knew that An Xiyan was not feeling right now, and he also knew that physical discomfort would indeed affect his state, but when he needed to restrain his behavior so that no one would notice that something was wrong, he used a The word to describe him now is: helpless.

He couldn't show concern, nor could he relax his request, and he didn't want to give An Xiyan an idea like he did when he was on the phone that day—in fact, seeing that An Xiyan didn't take painkillers, Zheng Zhiyong felt a little relieved.He doesn't regard this thing as a scourge. Zheng Zhiyong has had several surgeries since he was injured and began to recover. During that time, he dealt with such drugs a lot.However, he used it generously when it was unavoidable (the pain was unbearable), not to avoid solving practical problems.

An Xiyan...it's good not to abuse her, but how busy is she? It's been more than a week, why hasn't she gone to see a doctor?

It is really a very hard work for Zheng Zhiyong to maintain a normal expression and demeanor.

"This is not the first time this has happened." Zheng Zhiyong still couldn't bear it. When he spoke this time, his tone became much gentler, and his eyes were a little more sincere, "Give it a try? Is it okay? "

An Xiyan smiled embarrassingly, and stood up straight, trying to squeeze some vitality out of her body: "I will try my best!"

Zheng Zhiyong didn't answer, but silently looked at An Xiyan again.The temperature outside is not high this season, but the recording room is very warm. An Xiyan is not a person who always needs to be graceful and not warm. It is enough to go up.

Since An Xiyan didn't even put on makeup because she wasn't in public, Zheng Zhiyong quickly noticed that her complexion was ugly, maybe this was one of the reasons, her hair was loosely gathered into a ponytail at the back of her head. A few strands of hair drooped in front of his forehead.If it weren't for the online appearance, this image really looks like the product of being in love with the instant noodle computer at home for a month.

But Zheng Zhiyong still needs to restrain himself and not let his gaze linger for too long, not because beauty is in the eye of the beholder, but because even though An Xiyan is sick and her mental state is not as good as before, Zheng Zhiyong can still I felt a kind of... life force from her body.

Regardless of the purpose, Zheng Zhiyong also thinks that "Dawn Comes" is very suitable for An Xiyan-now she is in the most difficult predicament since "Up and Down" retrograde, but everything will be fine.

He knew that An Xiyan had the same understanding as him.

It's just that the physical pain is really slowing down...

Aside from his emotional problems and embarrassing situations, Jung Ji Yong, who is still a novice in the field of producers, has little experience in such situations.

This recording was extremely difficult.There is no problem with An Xiyan's understanding of music, and Zheng Zhiyong has nothing to say about singing, but the influence of physiological factors is too strong, which makes both sides suffer.When An Xiyan finally sang the first verse, Zheng Zhiyong hesitated.

He wouldn't let An Xiyan pass because he couldn't bear it?In the case of severe abdominal pain, can An Xiyan really sing well?Does he not believe that An Xiyan can overcome the pain, or does he trust An Xiyan too much?

"Take a rest first." Zheng Zhiyong said.He closed his eyes and took deep breaths, trying to calm himself down.

In the recording work itself, he should remain objective and impartial.This is respect for all.

Closing his eyes, Zheng Zhiyong emptied those messy thoughts and emotions from his aching head little by little, and finally only the music and the artistic conception brought by the music remained.After an unknown amount of time, he let out a sigh of relief.

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"You can try the next paragraph, the volume of the latter paragraph is a bit high, otherwise we will skip to the repetition at the end... What's wrong with you?"

Zheng Zhiyong thought about whether the abdominal pain would affect abdominal breathing, and at the same time put forward his own suggestion. An Xiyan, who was hunched over with her head down, tried to stand up straight when he was talking, but suddenly bent down He bent down, covered his abdomen with one hand, and grabbed the microphone stand with the other, and squatted down slowly.

Zheng Zhiyong put his hands on the table, stood up abruptly, and was about to leave his seat, but he felt a slight pull in his ears—his earphones hadn't been taken off yet.

This small disturbance reminded Zheng Zhiyong that the tension in his heart was instantly frozen, as if a more stable and mature personality had taken over his body, Zheng Zhiyong took off the earphones and put them on the table, and strode to the Beside An Xiyan, she squatted down.

An Xiyan didn't speak, her eyes were tightly closed, cold sweat spread all over her forehead, and even a few strands of hair on her forehead were wet.Zheng Zhiyong didn't know if he had noticed his approach, but he knew that An Xiyan had to go to the hospital now, immediately, immediately.

"I'll go to your manager now and ask him to take you to the hospital. The time of the recording can be changed, it doesn't matter." Zheng Zhiyong said slowly and forcefully, so that An Xiyan could hear clearly, "Can you go? "

An Xiyan's lips parted slightly, but immediately curled up more violently with a "hiss".Zheng Zhiyong quickly reached out to hold An Xiyan's elbow.An Xiyan gritted her teeth, leaned forward slowly, and quickly backhanded, grasping Zheng Zhiyong's arm that was supporting her. Her strength was so strong that Zheng Zhiyong's grip hurt a little.

With the thick winter clothes, this little pain is not worth mentioning, but thinking about what kind of pain An Xiyan is enduring makes Zheng Zhiyong feel even more uncomfortable.He couldn't help sighing, turned his head and said to the sound engineer who had stood up but had no intention of approaching, "Please call my manager... Forget it, I'll call." If An Xiyan's manager didn't wait Outside the door, it is more efficient to have someone look for it than to make a phone call.

Zheng Zhiyong's mobile phone pocket was not on the side with his movable hand. He carefully and laboriously took out the mobile phone and called An Xiyan's manager.

"Does it still hurt?" Zheng Zhiyong's tone was both concerned and a little blaming. As a friend, there is no problem. Anyway, Zheng Zhiyong acquiesced in this way, "You have to go to the hospital", he used a declarative sentence .

"I know", An Xiyan finally made a sound, although she was shaking violently, at the same time, she let go of Zheng Zhiyong's hand, "I'm about to get up, don't help me".

"I have a sense of proportion." Zheng Zhiyong has already shifted his body's center of gravity to his right leg. He has lived in this state for nearly ten years. Although he still finds it inconvenient, he has gained a lot of experience.

He carefully supported An Xiyan to sit on the chair outside. An Xiyan didn't mean to let him bear the weight. What Zheng Zhiyong did was to keep his balance and not let An Xiyan fall. At this time, he came over The sound engineer who helped him couldn't stand it any longer, and said helplessly, "Thinker is a man anyway, he can walk normally, so don't treat him like glass."

"I didn't mean that." An Xiyan, who finally sat down, seemed to be a little better, her voice was still weak and her face was still ugly, but she began to respond to the information from the outside world, "When you go out, you should also look like this Just do it."

"Why?" If your agent can't carry it, you'll find someone else, so why bother to leave by yourself?

"I'm afraid that there will be news about my serious illness." An Xiyan's voice was like gossamer, but Zheng Zhiyong felt that they were all drilling into its ears, "That... also needs to stop work."

In the end, An Xiyan's agent arrived, drove the nanny's car downstairs and helped her up.It was already evening when Zheng Zhiyong received a call from yedang.

Diagnosis: Enteritis.After coordination between the company and An Xiyan herself, the decision was to suspend work for a month and recuperate first.

Backfired.

Zheng Zhiyong didn't know what to say, and he couldn't concentrate on things like what the other party said on the phone about the arrangement after the recording time.Determine the goal, work hard, and make the previous efforts useless because of force majeure. He experienced such a thing nine years ago, and now it is An Xiyan's turn.Although the intensity is still far from comparable, it is because Zheng Zhiyong is too miserable, not how gentle An Xiyan is in her current situation.

Zheng Zhiyong does not have the arrogance like "I have overcome it and you have encountered similar difficulties, but you are weak and deserve to fail". More often, he will empathize with those who have experienced similar pains after him.

Not to mention An Xiyan.

"Where is she now?" Zheng Zhiyong asked, "Hospital, or has she gone home?"