Jiang Yi almost only sang the first few lines, and Zhang Yimou was almost certain that he was the best choice to sing this theme song!
It was not like he had never heard anyone else sing before Jiang Yi.
Even experienced singers who are good at this type of music have heard it.
In short, it's either the taste or the artistic conception.
There has never been anyone who can interpret his ideal state so perfectly.
Zhang Yimou was extremely excited, but his face remained calm and he continued to listen to the next song.
After all, although it sounds good before.
But from ancient times to the present, there are not many things that are like the dragon with the tail.
But Zhang Yimou had a vague idea in his mind.
Jiang Yi would never let him down, and would even shine.
With this in mind, Zhang Yimou's eyes gradually became hot.
Looking inside, Jiang Yi's eyes gradually became cautious.
"The rain gently bounces on the vermilion window~"
"My whole life has been blown by the wind on paper~~"
"Dreams in the distance turn into a wisp of incense~"
"Let the wind blow away your appearance~"
In the singing, every word and every sentence is full of deep nostalgia, which makes people feel emotional and unforgettable.
The plot he was about to compose appeared in his mind piece by piece as the song stirred.
Even though Zhang Yimou is a director and not a music producer, he can't help but admire the young man in front of him.
This is such a good seedling!
With thoughts swirling in Zhang Yimou's mind, the song has reached its climax.
"Chrysanthemums are falling all over the ground~"
"Your smile has turned yellow~"
"The flowers fall and the heart breaks~"
The charming articulation, word for word, is gripping.
The charm is even more indescribable.
"The north wind is chaotic, the night is still young~"
"Your shadow keeps cutting~"
"Leave me alone, alone in a pair on the lake~"
When he heard this, Zhang Yimou couldn't bear it anymore and stood up directly!
The eyes that were originally burning were stained with water at some point, the singing was confusing, and the sadness was uncontrollable.
His eyelashes were wet with tears. Looking at the young man singing in a lively studio, his breathing gradually became rapid.
The music director next to him was also shocked.
He had heard of Jiang Yi's name a long time ago. He didn't take it seriously before, but now he realized how short-sighted he was.
This is simply the chosen one!
The score of this song was only released yesterday, and it can already be interpreted to this extent today!
How powerful is this strength? !
At least among the hundreds of people he met today who came to audition, not one of them had such skills and artistic conception of interpretation!
He seems to have a kind of magic power. Listening to the singing slowly, people can unconsciously be drawn into his emotions and sadness!
And the music director believes that if this song is used as background music, it will definitely leave a lot of memories!
Therefore, he is no less excited than Zhang Yimou!
The two old men together are almost over 150 years old.
Now they all stood up, eagerly looking at the singer inside with eyes fascinated.
I originally thought that the song had reached its climax, and the people inside should stop singing at this point.
Because generally when domestic singers come to audition, they sing a section to prove their ability and then stop there to get the accent. After that, it’s time to sit down and negotiate terms with the director and producer.
They subconsciously thought that Jiang Yi would be like this, but they didn't expect it!
The singing in the studio didn't stop.
The shallow and drifting singing voice fell on the two people's ears.
But it seems that he has changed his previous moodiness and depression, and has changed his tone.
Turn instead.
It is a kind of relief and vicissitudes of seeing through the past in this mortal world.
"The flowers have fallen into the evening and are brilliant~"
"The fate of the withered world is unbearable~"
When Zhang Yimou heard this, he took out a breath and sat down slowly.
It was obvious that the sound came from the headset, but he still stared unblinkingly at the recording studio, refusing to miss any of the other party's movements.
"Sorrow~ Mo Dujiang Qiuxin splits it in two~~"
"I'm afraid you won't be able to get to the shore and will be shaken for the rest of your life~"
The background music of the Chrysanthemum Stage is slow and soft but never ending.
When he heard this, Zhang Yimou finally showed a long-lost smile.
Although he did not compose this song, in his opinion, except for the scene when the chrysanthemums fall, it is the climax.
The previous sentence "I'm afraid you won't be able to get to the shore and will be shaken for the rest of your life."
It’s also the highlight of this song.
People who came to audition before, apart from the beginning, paid most attention to the climax of the chrysanthemum falling.
On the contrary, the tone design ignores this point.
But Jiang Yi inside was different.
Every tone and detail is handled perfectly.
For a time, even Zhang Yimou, who was not in the music industry, couldn't help but admire this young man.
If you can figure out this state by yourself and have this careful energy, why worry about it not being a big deal?
In short, Zhang Yimou was extremely satisfied and then listened quietly to him singing the whole song.
After Jiang Yi sang the last note, he slowly exhaled a breath and finally felt relieved. Then he took off his headset and pushed open the door of the recording studio and walked out.
As soon as he raised his eyes, he saw two old men at the door staring at him fiercely, one of them looked very familiar.
Zhang Yimou spoke first but said something that no one expected.
"The young man has a great future!"
"Do you have any plans to make a movie?"
This sentence fell.
Jiang Yi's originally calm and gentle face showed a trace of chappedness.
Jiang Yi had already become immune to the compliment he had heard so many times since he came to this world.
What shocked him was that he raised his head in disbelief at the second sentence.
After looking at Zhang Yimou, he pointed at himself.
"You mean me?"
"That's right." Zhang Yimou nodded heavily, quite seriously.
"Jiang Yi, right? You have a very good appearance, but it would be a pity not to sing on the big screen. It would be a waste of resources!"
"Do you have any plans to make a movie? It doesn't matter if you don't have a foundation! Take your time and I'll teach you personally!"
Zhang Yimou is known as a national teacher and plays an important role in the film industry.
How many people dream of getting his favor?
There is no other reason, it's just that the person Zhang Yimou likes, no matter how poor his qualifications, will definitely become popular as long as he wants to praise him!
Even if you have a certain amount of talent, you can even go further into the market by taking this Qingyun Ladder!
It is no exaggeration to say that what I just said is extremely important.
Just what I said just now, any film school student would probably cry with joy if he heard it.
And even Jiang Yi, a layman, couldn't help but be excited when he heard this, and his expression was a bit hard to describe for a moment.
Mei Rou heard what Zhang Yimou said almost as soon as she arrived at the recording studio. Her eyes almost popped out of her head and she looked at the two of them in surprise.
(End of chapter)
