Shattering the talent show script, sweeping the world film scene

Star Recording Studio.

This is the first recording studio in the industry established by professional singers. It was built on the site of the former Dongyin Media and underwent a major renovation. As soon as it appeared, it sparked heated discussions in the media.

If Xie Xingyan hadn't happened to win the Silver Lyrics Award this year, I don't know what the marketing accounts would have said about him being "ambitious beyond his years."

In the dead of winter, the entire recording studio was heated by floor heating.

Jiangxi Heng was dressed in all-black vintage workwear, a short motorcycle jacket with strong shoulder stitching, and a thick black scarf partially covering his face, leaving a sense of mystery.

As he stepped through the door, wearing a baseball cap and carrying a leather backpack, a chilling sense of alienation typical of winter washed over him.

Xie Xingyan stood still.

On his own turf, he dressed quite casually, wearing a dark gray mohair cardigan, fluffy and soft, revealing a black turtleneck underneath, wide-leg jeans, and light brown work boots.

Her freshly washed hair was very smooth and lay obediently on her forehead, while the coffee cup she held in her hand was steaming.

If Jiangxi Heng is a harsh winter, then Xie Xingyan is a warm winter. One is cold and the other is warm, one is hard and the other is soft. If the paparazzi crouching in the grass could catch up, they would definitely become famous with this photo.

"Long time no see," they both said at the same time, then paused for a moment before awkwardly looking away, chuckling or coughing softly. The few seconds of silence were all soft and gentle.

Jiangxi Heng put down the bag on his back and spoke first: "I have a song here that I need to sing on the Spring Festival Gala. It's been too long since I've warmed up my voice. Could you help me get into the groove?"

Xie Xingyan glanced down at the new song and said, enunciating each word clearly, "Oh~ Elias King's new song..."

Since the news of Jiangxi Heng's return to China broke, he has been paying attention to the rumors online. He found that a group of people were shipping these two best friends, and he couldn't help but feel jealous a few times. When he went to open the Hengxing Gravity super topic, which he hadn't looked at for a long time, he found that it had become ancient material, which made him sigh.

Jiangxi Heng paused, opened his mouth, and was about to say something.

Suddenly, a boy appeared in the recording studio and called out to Xie Xingyan, "Teacher Xie, we've already coordinated the time with Teacher Tong Shiya, and she says she'll do whatever you say."

This boy is Xie Xingyan's assistant.

Xie Xingyan nodded: "Go ahead and turn on all the equipment in recording studio number one in advance, and bring over a cup of coffee while you're at it."

"OK."

The boy glanced at Jiangxi Heng curiously, and after realizing who he was, he ran away excitedly.

Xie Xingyan snapped out of her daze and met Jiangxi Heng's teasing and mocking gaze.

"Teacher Tong Shiya, will I listen to you?"

Xie Xingyan's face stiffened, and he said expressionlessly, "Originally, Teacher Tong was supposed to be recording and editing her voice today, and she asked me to listen to her recording. Wu Shuang asked me to cut in line for you, so I can only reschedule Teacher Tong's recording for the day after tomorrow. What's wrong?"

Jiangxi Heng knew this man couldn't take a joke, so he cleared his throat and said with a smile, "I heard you're working on your second album? Eli said if you need any songs, just ask him; he's very satisfied with your interpretations."

Xie Xingyan was taken aback. From his perspective, Jiangxi Heng and Elias King were naturally two different people.

Ling Wushuang had subtly hinted to him that Jiangxi Heng and Elias were too close, disregarding interests and fame, and that the level of trust between them was beyond imagination.

Will Elias King come to China?

Why do you ask that?

Xie Xingyan took a sip of coffee: "Isn't this a way to thank him in person? The songs he sold me are all the best songs from recent years, especially the ten songs from my first album, which are invaluable."

Jiangxi Heng paused for a moment: "He most likely won't come to China."

"Why? Aren't you his good friend? Doesn't he want to come to your country for a visit?" Xie Xingyan asked, her clear black and white eyes wide open.

hiss……

After taking a deep breath, Jiangxi Heng changed his words, saying, "He's very busy. Music is just a hobby for him. He might come when he's done with his work." He was indeed very busy, and music was indeed a hobby, though not a huge one. He wasn't lying about that.

Xie Xingyan nodded thoughtfully, then turned around gracefully and put down the coffee.

"It's alright, I'm planning a world tour next year, with stops in France and the US. If there's a chance, I can thank you in person... By the way, you'll probably still be filming abroad next year, right? I'll need you to act as an intermediary and introduce me then, is that alright?"

Jiangxi Heng: "..." Can I introduce you to my alternate account?

Facing such a pair of eyes, clear and cunning, like an emerald lake under the moonlight, or distant mountains shrouded in morning mist in the drizzle, cool yet gentle.

"Of course." He couldn't refuse. Similarly, he wanted Xie Xingyan to see what he looked like in his past life, even if it was as a friend.

As for how to create an alternate account, just make money from it, make a fortune in civilization points.

It's worth mentioning that almost all of the cultural value in music today was earned by Xie Xingyan for Jiangxi Heng, and over time, it has accumulated to over 100 million.

Perhaps he will be able to exchange his "corpse" sooner than the expected five years.

When they actually started working, the subtle ambiguity dissipated under the intense pressure. Xie Xingyan became the strictest teacher, cutting off the sound from the headphones and making him sing again whenever Jiangxi Heng made a slight mistake in singing.

If it were an ordinary young person in their twenties, they would probably be exhausted both physically and mentally by such high pressure, and their condition would deteriorate. But Jiangxi Heng is the opposite. He also has a bit of a perfectionist tendency and is happy to start correcting mistakes as soon as they occur.

Later on, neither of them needed to say much. One would raise his eyes from the inner room, and the other would raise his hand from the outer room, and the singer would know that it was time to start over.

After the final version was successfully recorded, Xie Xingyan looked at the person inside the glass window, took off his headphones, rested his chin on his hands, and smiled with satisfaction and joy on his face.

He never imagined that, having collaborated with so many singers and produced music for so many of them, only this time did he not feel the passage of time. The two of them were in sync, their thoughts in sync, like two streams branching off from a high mountain, eventually flowing into the same sea.

Suddenly, everything went dark.

It was Jiangxi Heng who came out and reached out to cover Xie Xingyan's eyes. The long eyelashes tickled Xie Xingyan's palm, and he couldn't help but twitch his fingers.

A ray of sunlight pierced Xie Xingyan's vision, and he asked in a low voice, "Why are you covering my eyes?"

Jiangxi Heng sighed: "Don't look at me like that."

"Why?" the young man asked cautiously.

The man who covered his eyes remained silent for a long while, surrendering to his own subtle and unfamiliar emotions.

He said, "I couldn't control my emotions."