My house collapsed from the top, and the system just came?

Yunhai Media, Vocal Department.

Whether it is the floor space or the level of luxury decoration, it far exceeds that of the composition department.

The treatment of the two departments is completely the same.

In the company, as long as they are third-tier or above singers, they basically all have their own independent offices and lounges, as well as a dedicated team of managers and assistants to serve them.

Even new singers have their own training room.

in the corridor.

A young man in his thirties was sweeping the floor with a broom.

Someone said hello: "Hey, Mingxing, are you sweeping the floor again? I'll leave this job to the cleaner."

Hao Mingxing smiled and said in a hoarse voice: "It's okay, just pass the time."

"Okay, you scan, I'm going to record the song."

"Okay, walk slowly."

When he saw the other party walking into the recording studio, Hao Mingxing's eyes were slightly absent-minded. But he quickly lowered his head and began to sweep the floor seriously.

In front of other people, Hao Mingxing always smiled.

Can't sing.

No one wrote songs for him either.

He works as a handyman in the company.

Serve tea and water, get documents, sweep the floor, take out the trash, order takeout...etc.

When he first learned that his voice was broken, he felt that the sky was falling.

But as time went by, life wore away all his temper, leaving him calm.

Scanned for a while.

Just about to leave.

Suddenly, the beauty Xiaoqing at the front desk came over and shouted: "Hao Mingxing, Mr. Liu of the Composition Department just called and said that someone has written a song specifically for you. Please go to the Composition Department to have a look."

Hao Mingxing thought he heard wrongly.

He pointed at himself and said in surprise: "Me?"

Xiaoqing nodded: "Yes."

Hao Mingxing was stunned for a while: "Who wrote a song for me?"

He knew that since his voice became disabled, the company would no longer waste resources on him. So I was really surprised to hear that someone had written a song specifically for me.

Xiaoqing shook her head: "I don't know, Mr. Liu didn't say anything."

Because of Yuan Xiong's special instructions, Wang Mo's entry into the composition department was treated coldly by the company. Except for the employees of the composition department, no one else knew about it.

After all, firstly, this matter is not honorable, and secondly, it is related to Wang Mo's final face.

Hearing Xiaoqing's words, Hao Mingxing was stunned again, then nodded and said: "Okay, I understand."

Finished.

He stood there in silence for a moment, put the broom in the corner, then straightened his clothes and went to the composition department.

…

More than ten minutes later.

In the conference room of the composition department, Hao Mingxing looked at Wang Mo opposite him, completely confused.

Or.

At this moment, Hao Mingxing's head was exploding.

Wang Mo?

He wrote himself a song?

This is simply more ridiculous than losing your voice.

Bai was shocked.

Bai was happy.

Just now, he really thought someone in the composition department had written a song for him.

Liu Zhengwen coughed, his voice a little embarrassed: "Hao Mingxing, Wang Mo is a composer now. He wrote a song for you to sing. What do you think? Well... the score is here, you can take a look before making a decision. .”

Hao Mingxing took the music score, but did not read it. Instead, he said: "I have no problem here."

He felt that he understood what Wang Mo meant.

Just as Liu Zhengwen thought: two disabled people joined the group to keep warm.

"good!"

Liu Zhengwen heard Hao Mingxing's words and clapped his hands: "Wang Mo, since Hao Mingxing agrees to sing your song, I won't get involved in the next thing. You two can discuss it privately."

He was busy and had no time to waste on the two of them.

After Liu Zhengwen left.

Wang Mo then looked at Hao Mingxing seriously.

He is about thirty years old, but his face is full of vicissitudes of life. There are wrinkles on his forehead that cannot be stretched. His calm eyes seem to be full of stories. His arm muscles are strong and his bronze skin is very different from his pretty face...

Hao Mingxing came up to meet him and said with a smile: "Wang Mo, I have long admired your name."

"Ahem, I'm confused."

Wang Mo spread his hands and pointed at the music score: "Brother Xing, how about we try the music first?"

"OK."

Hao Mingxing agreed. From beginning to end, he had a humble smile on his face and was very cooperative throughout the process.

It wasn't until he saw the song title on the score that he revealed a wry smile that no one noticed: "The title of the song is "It doesn't matter"? It really doesn't matter..."

soon.

The two of them arrived at the audition room that Wang Mo had booked earlier.

"Want to open your voice?"

Wang Mo asked.

He knew that singers usually had to open their voices before singing, otherwise their voices would easily get damaged.

"No need."

Hao Mingxing shook his head, but explained: "Actually, I hang my voice every morning, but it doesn't matter whether I hang my voice or not."

Wang Mo asked in surprise: "You still train every day?"

Hao Mingxing smiled bitterly: "You're used to it, do you think I'm stupid?"

Silly?

Wang Mo shook his head: "If the heart is there, the dream is there."

If the heart is there, the dream is there?

Hao Mingxing was in a daze.

Wang Mo raised the USB flash drive in his hand: "I have a good arrangement here, do you want to play it?"

Only then did Hao Mingxing come to his senses, shook his head and said, "I'll first familiarize myself with the lyrics and music, and sing a cappella a few times to get a feel for it. Finally, I'll match the accompaniment."

"OK."

Wang Mo nodded.

Next, he sat aside and looked at each other.

He was also a little uneasy and excited in his heart. Although he was sure that Hao Mingxing's voice was most likely suitable for the song "It Doesn't Matter", he was still unsure before the other party actually sang.

Speaking and singing are completely different.

Whether you speak well or not has nothing to do with whether you sing well or not.

Time passed by minute by minute.

I have to say that Hao Mingxing has a very solid foundation.

Only half an hour later, Hao Mingxing raised his head: "I can do it."

"good."

Wang Mo signaled Hao Mingxing to start singing.

Gululu~

cough!

Hao Mingxing took a sip of water, cleared his throat, and then began to sing a cappella: "It doesn't matter, who will fall in love with whom..."

Bang!

The next second, Wang Mo slapped his hand on the table, and the pain was so painful that he almost shouted.

Hao Mingxing was startled: "Wang Mo, what's wrong?"

"No...nothing, just keep singing."

Wang Mo couldn't care less about his red hands at this moment, his heart was beating violently, and his eyes looking at Hao Mingxing were even more intense.

That’s it!

Although Hao Mingxing only sang one sentence, Wang Mo's mood had already become agitated. This is it!

He even heard a bit of the original singing in Hao Mingxing's acapella.

If coupled with the recording studio equipment and some necessary sound modifications in the later stage, Wang Mo is sure that the final result will not disappoint him.

After singing a cappella several times, Hao Mingxing has gradually found the feeling and his performance is getting better and better.

The smile on Wang Mo's face became brighter and brighter.

"That's it."

Almost an hour later, Wang Mo stopped Hao Mingxing, who was still singing a cappella over and over again.

Hao Mingxing hurriedly ran to Wang Mo, rubbing his hands, his face full of embarrassment: "Um...Wang...Mo, my singing didn't scare you, right?"

He knew that his singing was terrible, and he wanted to slap himself when he heard it.

Although when he sang the song "It Doesn't Matter" today, Hao Mingxing found that it was completely different from singing before. It seemed to be very smooth, without the dry and dry feeling before. But he just thought it was his illusion.

"Won't."

Wang Mo looked at the caution on Hao Mingxing's face and knew that the other party wouldn't believe what he said at this moment.

So he just said: "Brother Xing, let's go back and get familiar with each other today. We will officially record the song tomorrow."

Recording a song?

Hao Mingxing shook his head: "Will the company allow me to be admitted?"

Wang Mo frowned: "Why not let it go?"

Hao Mingxing said awkwardly: "It's a waste of resources."

Recording a song costs a lot of money.

Wang Mo smiled: "Don't worry, I said I can record it, I can record it!"

"..."

Hao Mingxing took a deep breath: "Wang...Brother Mo, if you don't treat me like a useless person, then I will risk my life. I will go all out for the recording tomorrow."

Why did he suddenly become Brother Mo?

You are more than ten years older than me.

Wang Mo said helplessly: "Brother Xing, you'd better call me by my name, and I'll show my age."

"Okay, Brother Mo."

"Call Wang Mo."

"I got it, Brother Mo."

"..."

The two came out of the audition room, only to find that the corridor outside was in a commotion.

After seeing Wang Mo and Hao Mingxing, all the noise stopped abruptly. Most of the people outside were employees of the composition department and vocal music department, and everyone looked at the two of them with wonderful eyes.

Because Wang Mo asked Hao Mingxing to audition for a song, it had caused a sensation in both departments.

A mushy little piece of meat.

A singer with a broken voice.

How spectacular it is for both disabled people to try out songs!

"Ah!"

Wang Mo turned a blind eye and walked through the crowd calmly.

Behind him, Hao Mingxing picked up the broom again, and the ground he just swept was stained by these guys again.

Several people shouted:

"Old Hao, scan here."

"There's still trash here."

Hao Mingxing bowed and agreed: "Okay, here we come."