Taking Liu Yifei back to Northeast China for the Chinese New Year has sent the entire internet into

Fang Yu's clear and warm voice carried a touch of languor, yet was just the right amount of sweetness.

The next second, the sound was transmitted into the control room through the listening earpiece.

"Love has been planted in my heart and is growing freely."

"The romance in fairy tales needs to be cultivated with care."

Just these two sentences.

In the control room, the two young female assistants next to Lao Wang were starting to feel overwhelmed.

One of them covered their mouth, their eyes wide open.

The other one simply cupped her face in her hands, her ear tips turning red.

It is too sweet.

It's excessively sweet, so sweet it's practically unreasonable.

Every word in the lyrics is like a freshly rolled cotton candy, soft and light, hitting your heart instantly.

Add to that a light and cheerful guitar arpeggio.

The air in the entire recording studio seemed to be filled with the smell of caramel.

The same thought popped into the minds of both assistants at the same time.

It has to be our fairy sister!

That's incredible composure!

They managed to hold out until "Can't Help Falling in Love" before finally announcing it officially.

If it were them, the moment they heard "Cotton Candy" start singing, they would probably have already hoisted Fang Yu onto their shoulders and rushed to the Civil Affairs Bureau to queue up!

Old Wang didn't lose his composure like the two young girls.

But his hand, which was resting on the fader of the mixing console, slowly relaxed.

He closed his eyes, his body swaying gently to the rhythm.

This kid...

Whatever you sing, you become that thing.

Extremely composed, and the emotions were spot on.

His creative ability is exceptionally strong.

Old Wang couldn't help but smile bitterly to himself:

At this monstrous rate of evolution, I'm afraid in another two or three years, even a recording engineer of my caliber won't be worthy of giving him a hair clipper.

"You are the cotton candy in my heart, a sweet dream."

"Let's hold hands and never let go..."

As soon as the chorus starts.

The two female assistants exchanged a glance.

He muttered to himself.

"I can't take it anymore, I have to go buy a skewer of cotton candy after get off work."

"I have to buy it! I can't sleep tonight without sweets!"

One song is finished recording.

Inside the tent, Fang Yu took off his headphones and casually picked up a bottle of mineral water to take a sip to moisten his throat.

Got it in one go.

perfect.

He made a gesture through the glass, the meaning of which was very simple.

Next song.

Old Wang has gotten used to this efficiency.

He was shocked at first.

Now?

numb.

The world of top-tier talent is beyond the comprehension of ordinary sound engineers.

However, regular sound engineers can be responsible for saving the project files.

He quickly backed up "Cotton Candy" and then played the accompaniment for "Sweet Honey".

soon.

A light and bright intro filled the recording studio.

Fang Yu stood in front of the microphone, his gaze relaxing.

When he spoke, his voice carried a hint of laughter.

"Sweet, sweet, your smile is so sweet."

"It's like flowers blooming in the spring breeze..."

Fang Yu didn't use any fancy techniques in this piece.

There was no intention to show off high notes.

There are no complex vowel transitions.

It's the simplest and most unpretentious way to sing.

But every word was pronounced perfectly.

Inside the control room.

The two female assistants, who had been blushing with excitement just moments before, have now fallen silent.

strangeness.

The lyrics of this song are as simple as plain water.

The melody also lacks the complex design of today's popular songs.

But why...?

Isn't it just that good?

It's so beautiful that it makes you want to laugh along.

It's so beautiful that it makes you feel like spring has really arrived.

Old Wang sat in front of the mixing console, his eyes growing brighter and brighter.

He's been in this line of work for over ten years.

I understand all too well how terrifyingly powerful these seemingly simple songs can be.

It doesn't rely on those explosive high notes that make you scream your lungs out in a karaoke bar to grab attention.

It doesn't rely on flowery lyrics or emo lyrics that make people post them on social media late at night to grab attention.

It is the essence of simplicity.

Old Wang is willing to bet his entire career of over ten years that this song will definitely be a hit.

And it's definitely not the kind of "fast-food hit" that only flashes across major music charts.

It will become the kind of song that everyone from eighty-year-old grandmothers to three-year-old children can hum—a mark of the times!

Two songs.

More than half an hour.

Recording completed efficiently.

Fang Yu rubbed his slightly sore neck, pushed open the soundproof door, and walked out.

The dark circles under his eyes were even more pronounced than when he arrived this morning.

She exuded a sense of exhaustion, as if she had been drained by work.

Old Wang quickly handed over another bottle of water.

"Thank you for your hard work, Professor Fang Yu."

"fine."

Fang Yu waved his hand, took the water, and drank two mouthfuls.

Then, he glanced around the recording studio.

Then, he strode to a corner, leaning against a row of high-end professional sound mixing equipment.

He first took a deep breath, then rubbed his eyes hard, making his eye sockets bloodshot, and then ruffled his already fluffy hair.

Finally, Fang Yu slowly took out his phone.

Lift high.

Forty-five-degree angle.

With dark circles under her eyes, she forced a terribly forlorn smile.

"Click."

I took a horribly disastrous selfie.

In the photo, his hair is a little messy, and his eyes look somewhat vacant.

The main theme is a sense of fragmentation.

After taking the photos, Fang Yu opened Weibo with satisfaction and started typing away.

Old Wang and his two assistants couldn't contain their gossip and quietly peeked over.

The text in Fang Yu's Weibo editing box reads:

[“Marshmallow” and “Sweet Honey” have been officially added to the archives and are ready for release. @Liu Yifei, these are all our sweet memories. I hope you can change your mind after listening to them.]

After typing this line.

He also added a pitiful, tearful crying emoji at the end.

"send."

Point your finger.

The Weibo post has been published.

After doing all this, Fang Yu finally breathed a long sigh of relief and slumped onto the sofa next to him.

"Phew...that's enough."

"That concludes today's shift."

Old Wang almost couldn't hold back when he saw his "I've sacrificed my precious labor for love" expression.

Good guy.

This isn't about seeking a reconciliation!

This is clearly a legitimate way to promote the new song!

……

really.

Fang Yu posted this Weibo post with its own background music.

The comment section exploded instantly.

[Holy crap! Alive! Fang Yu, you finally logged in!]

[Hahaha! I'm dying of laughter! Look at those dark circles under her eyes, look at how haggard she looks! The 'breakup threat' from the 'Fairy Sister' really worked!]

However, this photo looks so pitiful, like a worker being exploited by their client for three days and three nights.

[Sisters upstairs, don't be soft-hearted! We're unscrupulous contractors, not saints! Let him record! Keep recording!]

[We've got "Cotton Candy" and "Sweet Honey," but what about "Mohe Dance Hall"? What about "Aurora"? Fang Yu, don't try to play dead!]

[Fairy Sister, don't rush to get back together! Let him pay off his debts first!]

In the comments section, netizens turned into comedians.

They were really enjoying the melon.

Some imaginative and imaginative individuals even offered Liu Yifei advice on the spot.

[I suggest you set a progress bar for each song, 20% complete.]

[Agreed! They can only hold hands after recording five songs, and only hug after recording ten!]

You guys are really ruthless, but I like it!