Xikang Provincial Audio-Visual Publishing House was established last year, and its predecessor was the recording and video studio of the Xikang Provincial Department of Culture.

Although this broken place is very small in scale, as long as the records and videotapes issued in this province have to be reported here and then shipped to stores in various counties and cities in a unified manner.

The recording studio is very professional. I just bought the electronic recording equipment last year, but unfortunately the pearls are covered with dust.

It is really dusty, and some of the equipment that is not commonly used has been covered with a layer of dust. Other equipment basically record some red songs and operas, but no popular songs have been recorded so far.

The recording engineer is in his 60s, with white hair on his head, holding the song score and saying, "Only the vocal melody?"

"Isn't it enough?" Song Weiyang was a little confused.

"Nonsense," the recording engineer threw the song score back into Song Weiyang's hand and said, "Come to me after I finish writing the song."

Lin Zhuoyun smiled and said, "Teacher Zhu, you can also compose music. You won't bother with the second master in one thing. You might as well be responsible for finishing the music."

Song Weiyang hurriedly said, "Yes, Teacher Zhu, I can add the composition fee."

"It's not a matter of money," the recording engineer waved his hand. "It's okay to let me write a revolutionary model opera, but I haven't done a popular song. Are you sure you want me to arrange it?"

"Uh... forget it." It's hard for Song Weiyang to imagine what the red song style "Thousand Paper Cranes" looks like.

Lin Zhuoyun suggested: "Why don't we go to Xikang Conservatory?"

"Good idea." Song Weiyang smiled.

Xikang Conservatory of Music is one of the top three music universities in the country. There are many experts, so it is easy to find someone who can arrange popular songs.

It is also cheaper than Beijing and Guangdong Province, and it can be handled for 1,000 yuan. The other party felt that it was too much and regarded Song Weiyang as a sucker.

This is a young lecturer in his 30s. It took only one day to throw the compilation score to Song Weiyang.

I found a band and a recording artist, and Lin Zhuoyun sang and started recording with great enthusiasm!

At first, it was fine, but the style was similar to the original version. But Song Weiyang got drunk halfway. After the first chorus, a bamboo flute suddenly sounded, and it was paired with an erhu. It was the young lecturer at the Conservatory of Music that was letting himself go.

I went, a very good love slap song made the Chinese style.

It’s good if you use a violin, but what kind of erhu is it!

Fortunately, no suona appears...

"Stop!" Song Weiyang quickly stopped him.

The recording master was very unhappy: "So what's wrong?"

Song Weiyang said: "Swap the erhu with a violin."

The master said: "I think it's pretty good, resentful and sad, and the erhu sound just fits the tone of the song."

"I pay the money, I have the final say." Song Weiyang said.

"You know nothing about the layman's guidance!" the master said angrily.

Song Weiyang smiled bitterly: "You are so good, please change the erhu to a violin and record one again."

The master was too lazy to argue: "Wait, I'll call a violinist to come."

After two days of struggling in the recording studio, Song Weiyang finally felt satisfied with the finished product. And there was also an unexpected gain, the sound of the bamboo flute added out of thin air, which made the whole song inexplicably add a little lightness, as if the male and female protagonists were recalling the sweet past, which was in sharp contrast to the sadness before and after.

There is that feeling of laughing and crying.

Originally, Song Weiyang wanted to find a director of the film factory in this province to shoot MVs, but the one who helped the cannery factory shoots an advertisement last time. But with the experience of recording songs, Song Weiyang did not dare to take risks anymore, so he took Lin Zhuoyun to Shenghai, while Chen Tao was thrown back to the factory to write novels.

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The train rumbled through the mountains.

Lin Zhuoyun lay on the bed in the sleeper, looking at the backward view outside the window, and suddenly sighed: "Oh, I will definitely be criticized when I go back. I have only taken three days off."

Song Weiyang said: "Didn't you find a teacher to substitute?"

"I've been searching for it, but if I miss classes for no reason, the leader will definitely be unhappy." Lin Zhuoyun said.

Song Weiyang said: "I remember you said that the president of the School of Light Chemical Engineering was an old classmate with your father before. If you have this relationship, are you still afraid of being criticized?"

"That's how I'm more worried!" Lin Zhuoyun said, "Do you know the reason for me to take leave?"

"What?" Song Weiyang asked.

"I told the leader that my father is sick and has to rush back to the provincial capital to see him. If I don't go back to school for half a month, the department head will definitely report to the principal. The principal will not think that my father is so seriously ill? Their classmates have a good relationship, so it is possible to buy gifts to visit the provincial capital in person!" As he said that, Lin Zhuoyun couldn't help laughing, as if she was reminded of the embarrassing scene of the principal visiting his father with cans.

Song Weiyang said happily: "You are still great, you can tell so fresh and refined even when you lie."

"Are you gloating?" Lin Zhuoyun said angrily, "I have never done such an extraordinary thing since I was a child, and it is all caused by you!"

Song Weiyang smiled and said, "Isn't it very exciting?"

Lin Zhuoyun also turned from anger to laugh, nodding and said, "It's very exciting, just like flying out of the cage!"

Song Weiyang said: "You have grown up and can't listen to your parents' everything. Sometimes you have to make your own decisions."

Lin Zhuoyun turned over, leaned against the head of the bed and picked up the "Complete Works of Schopenhauer" and flipped it all over the place. She just happened to turn it into the article "On the Freedom of Will". She said leisurely: "Actually, I envy you very much. I can make decisions by myself at the age of 17, and my family, friends and colleagues all listen to your opinions. I am different. Since I was a child, I can't do this, and that one can't do it. Do you know? A boy in college pursued me, very handsome and talented, so I promised to have a few meals with him, but my father directly called the boy to the office."

"How did your dad know?" Song Weiyang asked.

"My dad is the department head!" said Lin Zhuoyun.

"That's quite unlucky." Song Weiyang couldn't help but want to laugh.

Lin Zhuoyun continued: "The boy never dared to talk to me anymore. I was so angry that I went to argue with my dad. As a result, my dad even said that for my own good, he would help me examine the boy, and as long as it was suitable, it would not prevent us from falling in love."

Song Weiyang persuaded: "You have to think from another perspective. The boy dared not pursue you because of a conversation with your father, which means he doesn't love you at all."

"Nonsense, a boy was called to talk to the department head. He must be scared. He probably was afraid that he would not get his graduation certificate." Lin Zhuoyun said depressedly.

Song Weiyang said: "He was afraid that he would not get his diploma today, so he chose to avoid you. If one day you get married and he meets a better woman, he can help him fight for twenty years less. Do you think he will abandon you and choose to marry another woman?"

Lin Zhuoyun remained silent.

Song Weiyang said: "So, your father really cares about you, afraid that you will be deceived by a man."

Lin Zhuoyun said angrily: "Will I have to take the man over to my dad before I fall in love? Only after he approved me can I fall in love?"

"That won't be true, but you still have to seriously consider the opinions of your elders." Song Weiyang said.

"Hey, who are you talking to for?" Lin Zhuoyun was unhappy.

This kind of thing is not clear, Song Weiyang immediately turned on the topic, looked at the book in Lin Zhuoyun and said, "Let's talk about Schopenhauer."

"I'm not in the mood!" Lin Zhuoyun put "The Complete Works of Schopenhauer" under her pillow.

Song Weiyang asked with a smile: "Do you know what Schopenhauer's pet dog is named?"

Lin Zhuoyun didn't say anything at first, and pretended to be asleep with her back to Song Weiyang. After more than ten seconds, she couldn't help but turn over and asked, "What's the name?"

Song Weiyang said: "It was a poodle that accompanied Schopenhauer through his last lonely days. Its name was 'Soul of the World'."

"The soul of the world? What a strange name," Lin Zhuoyun didn't believe it, "It's not your fault."

Song Weiyang said: "It's true, I heard it's related to Hegel."

Lin Zhuoyun said curiously: "What does it have to do with Hegel?"

Song Weiyang said: "This starts with the dispute between Schopenhauer and Hegel. Just when Hegel was the president of the University of Berlin, Hegel's philosophy was named official philosophy. Schopenhauer was not happy, so he openly launched a challenge, arranged his course at the same time as Hegel, and accused Hegel of being a sophist in class, and demanded that Hegel be a philosopher. Schopenhauer named his poodle "World Soul", which is likely to be a satirizing Hegel."

Lin Zhuoyun listened with relish and smiled and said, "You continue talking."

Song Weiyang said: "Hegel and Schopenhauer's philosophy both originated from Kant's philosophy. But Hegel developed rationalism, and Schopenhauer established irrationalism. The former speaks reason while the latter speaks affection, and is born with inseparable water and fire. Hegel said that there is nothing realistic except reason, and reason is an absolute power. As for Schopenhauer, he said that irrational intention is the essence of man and the essence of the world. Everything in the world is the carrier and objectification of intention. Reason is the derivative of intelligence and a tool to help intention survive and develop. Which statement do you think is more correct?"

Lin Zhuoyun did not answer, but asked: "Why do you know so much like you have studied in the Department of Philosophy? I haven't read Hegel's books yet."

"Haha, take a look." Song Weiyang smiled.

Literary young women are easy to fool.
Chapter completed!