novellhall Chapter 48 I love you, but you want to hit me.
Chapter 48 I love you, but you want to hit me.
The following morning, at the recording studio of Era Records.
The soundproof glass isolates the noise from the outside world, leaving only the hum of the equipment running.
Sound engineer Wu Xiaolin rubbed his bloodshot eyes, gave Zhou Xiaobai a thumbs up, and said in a hoarse but excited voice, "Xiaobai, your piece... is absolutely amazing! It kept us working on it all night, and the effect is fantastic."
After he finished speaking, his gaze lingered on Zhou Xiaobai and An Qianqian's faces, still looking incredulous and dazed!
Is this piece really the work of these two children?
He didn't believe it, and he didn't dare to believe it, but the facts proved him wrong.
Yesterday afternoon, when General Manager Chen slammed that stack of sheet music on the table, the recording studio erupted in groans: "One night? That's going to be a nightmare!"
But as soon as the score was unfolded, the complaints stopped abruptly.
Arranger Lao Chen stared at the melody of "We Are All Good Kids" for a long time before finally saying, "This piece is almost flawless, and the score is clearly marked. With a little extra work, we should be able to produce a first version."
The twelve songs, like twelve sparkling diamonds, made the hearts of these veteran musicians race.
They immediately discussed solutions—the production team, arrangers, musicians, recorders, mixers… everyone pitched in.
The instruments, atmosphere, and musical style on the sheet music for "We Are All Good Kids" are clearly marked. The musicians spent most of the night to finally get the full score and individual parts done, and then they threw themselves into the intense recording process.
The fatigue from pulling an all-nighter was dispelled by the exhilaration of creation—being able to have one's name engraved on the inner pages of this destined-to-be-classic album brings industry reputation and long-term value, which is undoubtedly one of the highest recognitions a musician can receive.
However, as the morning light shone through the glass and someone sang and played the song, murmurs arose: "Isn't it a waste to have a child sing this song?"
This statement garnered considerable support.
When Chen Minghua arrived at the company, they argued their case and vied to recommend familiar singers to perform.
But reality shattered their hopes: "The lyrics were written by the young girl, and the music was composed by her brother. How dare you interfere? Letting you participate in the production is already a favor."
Chen Minghua even raised his voice and threatened, "If you keep having these ridiculous ideas and cause any trouble, that's the head office's problem, not yours."
The recording studio fell silent instantly, with only the equipment lights flashing silently.
At that moment, the group of musicians glanced at Anxi, who was curiously examining the microphone not far away. Their initial resentment quietly turned into immense curiosity—could she really capture the soul of this song?
In front of the microphone, Anxixi was full of fighting spirit.
Last night, her mother suppressed the anger she had been building up, and she was seething with resentment.
If you can't vent your anger, then use a song to slap her in the face.
Zhou Xiaobai in the control room was also annoyed—he was sound asleep early in the morning when Zhou Wenqiong called, even having Liu Xiaoli give him a lecture on speakerphone.
How could you possibly be remotely directing things when the emperor is so far away?
Are you even letting people sleep? Is there any family discipline?
On their way to the record company, the two gritted their teeth and vowed once again: When we grow up, we'll beat them so badly they'll be begging for mercy.
Anxi took a deep breath, her emotions surging, as the background music began—
The clear piano intro drifted into the recording studio like the morning light.
She closed her eyes, and the grievances of last night and the frustration of this morning transformed into a fierce fighting spirit churning in her chest.
When she opened her mouth, the first syllable she uttered was as clear as freshly melted snow water, without a trace of impurity.
"I open the window and see the white birds in the sky, and I'm reminded of your minty smile..."
In the control room, all the whispers seemed to be paused for a moment.
Wu Xiaolin's fingers, which were resting on the control panel, froze. He instinctively straightened up, his ear almost touching the listening box.
The weariness on his face was replaced by astonishment—the voice was unusually clean, clear yet possessing an innocent softness. This wasn't a child's aimless humming; it was an infusion of emotion!
Arranger Lao Chen subconsciously adjusted his glasses, his brow relaxing.
He had imagined many possibilities, including a thin voice and an inadequate emotional delivery.
But at this moment, the sound flowing from the headphones not only perfectly matched the song's meaning, but also added a layer of stubbornness and innocence unique to this age.
"Back then, you were running on the playground, shouting, 'I love you,' do you know that...?"
As the chorus arrives, the mood rises.
Anxixi's voice also became more expansive, like a bird with its wings growing stronger, trying to soar into a higher sky.
Her breath support was more stable than anyone expected, and her high notes were not sharp screams, but rather had a childlike penetrating power, effortlessly piercing through the thin fog of doubt that had previously permeated the recording studio.
Chen Minghua stood behind the control panel, arms crossed, his face expressionless, but his narrowed eyes and the light tapping of his toes in rhythm betrayed the turmoil in his heart.
He made the right bet.
No, it was Zhou Xiaobai and An Qianqian who proved that his gamble was inevitable.
This isn't just a singing voice, it's practically... a voice born for this song.
He could almost see the expressions on the faces of the marketing staff after hearing the demo.
"We're all good kids, whimsical kids, believing in love, believing it can last forever..."
The song enters its most emotional and demanding section, which also requires the most inner strength.
Anxixi was completely absorbed in it.
The pain of her mother's spanking, the annoyance of being scolded on the phone, and her ambition for the future... all these emotions mixed together strangely, fermented, and finally blended into an incredibly moving emotion through her voice.
Several musicians who were initially the most resentful fell silent, exchanging glances filled with astonishment and a hint of shame.
They had to admit that the soul of some songs can perhaps only be fully awakened at a certain age and in their unadorned authenticity.
Skills can make up for many things, but they can't replace this innate fit.
As the final line, "Shout it out loud, I love you, do you know that?" was about to come, Anxi's fighting spirit reached its peak. Having endured the most brutal beating, she decided to vent her anger!
she!
I sang "Gao" with great honor!
"I love you, do you know that?" took a sharp turn, becoming "I love you, but you want to hit me."
In the entire recording studio, time seemed to suddenly stop because of this off-topic lyric.
A dead silence.
Everyone froze, their expressions frozen between astonishment and disbelief.
The signal lights on the mixing console flickered silently, reflecting on the bewildered faces.
Anxi remained in the position she had just finished singing the last word, her eyes wide open, seemingly not yet realizing what had happened.
Zhou Xiaobai covered his eyes in agony—he couldn't bear to look, he really couldn't bear to look!