"call……"

Li Rongxia stood there and jumped gently, moving her hands and legs to keep her mentality nervous, but her muscles needed to relax, and the vocal cords were also as well.

“Doudu.”

“Ahhhh.”

"Ho huh huh."

Li Rongxia is moving her mouth to fully feel the vibration of the vocal cords and complete the warm-up.

In fact, Li Rongxia had just finished recording the singing director, and he had already completed the voice warming - he didn't need too many voice-opening activities, and now he is fully prepared, but the action of warming the voice warming not only prepares the throat, but also prepares the mentality.

Li Rongxia completed the preparations in an orderly manner, and then began a series of small habits before recording.

Confirm the lyrics rack, confirm the warm water cup, confirm the earpiece and microphone. Just like professional chess players always habitually touch their chess pieces before making a formal move, using this method to confirm their "equipment". Li Rongxia also needs to confirm his equipment through her fingertips.

Entering the recording studio is like stepping on the stage. Li Rongxia hopes to be strict with herself. Maybe no one can be perfect, but at least she should have the mentality of pursuing perfection, especially when working in the recording studio, she should complete the preparation meticulously.

Waiting for all to be confirmed, Li Rongxia let out a long breath, slowly closed her eyes, immersed in the darkness, quietly capturing the sound of her heartbeat.

thump, thump, thump.

It is calm and powerful, slightly more urgent than usual, and it is a little harder, but it is still clear and hot, as if it is enough to burn the chest.

Then, Lee Rongxia opened her eyes and gestured to Lee Joo-hyun with a "ok" gesture, indicating that she was best prepared.

Wearing an ear-energy headphone, all the sounds from the outside are isolated. The recording room was already extremely quiet, and now even the sound of air flowing has disappeared. In the quietness, you can only feel the beating of the heart and the flow of blood, as if you can touch the pulse of life.

"Hao!"

The cool piano keys sounds are like drops of water sliding down from an icicle, slowly falling down quickly, crashing into a deep blue and ripples. Then, the drizzle sounds rustling, dragging memories back to those nights when the drizzle falls.

"Because it rains, I think of you; because I think of you, I am like this, and it has no special meaning." (Note 1)

Light and lively, lazy and mellow, like the scent of coffee lingers in the damp moisture. A glass of beer, a cigarette and a radio, the slowly burning cigarette seemed to be about to burn to the end, but the long ash did not fall for a long time, and time solidified at this moment.

Only the vinyl record is still turning slowly.

Li Rongxia's voice was not decorated or superfluous, but she just sang softly, just like a gentleman sitting on a stool on a jazz bar sing. A light fell down to outline the lines of her shoulders. The shadow of the brim of the hat covered her eyes. She could not see her expression, but she could still capture a wisp of fatigue in the sound, wrapping around her fingertips like smoke and fog, slowly tightening without realizing it.

It hurts slightly, but doesn't want to break free, as if it doesn't matter, so I just watch it quietly, as if I am staring at the long as of smoke. Then, the pain spreads little by little along the fingertips to the heart, and the temperature of the blood slowly cools down.

Time seems to slow down as well.

Memories grow unscrupulously in my mind like weeds, but in one breath, they are spread all over the sky and the earth.

Almost suffocating.

Lee Joo-hyun raised his eyes and looked through the glass wall toward the recording room—

Li Rongxia, who had slightly lowered her eyelids, had no expression. The bright light slowly scattered, outlining Li Rongxia's thick eyelashes like a butterfly wing, and sparse light and shadow outlined the outline of the bridge of the nose and lips. It was calm and the singing seemed to take no effort, but the surging tide hidden in the melody came one after another, and the inner defense line easily collapsed in a corner.

Lee Joo-hyun's tongue seemed to have a slight bitterness.

Involuntarily, Lee Joo-hyun slowly closed his eyes, closed his vision, reduced the influence of smell, touch and taste, and just opened his hearing and listened with his ears.

The piano keys, gurgling, lightly jumping, graceful and elegant dance, but only one person dances alone; amber alcohol, mint-flavored cigarettes, and cheap perfumes with roses, swaying in the surging crowds of people who are drinking and chatting, and they are obviously crowded and lively, but lonely and desperate.

It’s not because I am alone, but because I am lonely because I am crowded with people - because among the countless people, there are all strange faces, and I look up at the surroundings. The huge world seems to have no place to stand, and only I can hear the drizzle of rain.

It seems that Lee Joo-hyun can truly touch Lee Rongxia's soul.

"Today is a long time to remember you, and I will find out the songs that hide our stories; even if we are sad or melancholy today, it doesn't matter, anyway, the night will pass like nothing happened."

Li Rongxia's singing was not embellished or fancy, but it was slightly clearer than usual, like the graceful string sound of a cello slowly ringing, dancing between notes, carelessly and indifferent, and even finding a smile on the corner of her mouth.

However, the wound deep in my heart was aching faintly. The gentle pull was neither force nor surging, but it was just constantly pulling.

It's like the drizzle outside the window, which doesn't hurt people, but it always exists, penetrates into the bones in a slight way, making it scary.

How should the air be described as quiet?

It was like seeing a lonely figure sitting in front of the window and staring at the outside world quietly. The elongated figure revealed a hint of loneliness, and the lingering smoke made the face blur. Originally, I couldn't help but want to step forward and give a warm hug, hoping to heal the wound, but after getting closer, I realized that the hug seemed too intense and too outward, so I retreated and just sat opposite me and accompanied me quietly.

Sometimes, companionship and hug can bring warmth.

Keep a distance carefully, for fear that it will touch the wound when it gets too close; but involuntarily stop and accompany you to dispel loneliness.

At this time, it was probably like this. It was complicated and mixed, and it was hard to describe it. However, the mood was still accumulated in the drizzle of rain, and then told yourself that the time of a song can be melancholy or sad; the time of a rain can be indulged or collapsed.

It's just a short rain, so what's wrong?

Lee Joo-hyun slowly became intoxicated, his mind melted into it, as if he could really hear the sound of rain, falling lightly on his eardrums.

Note 1: It's like this because it rains (it's like this because it rains—heize)
Chapter completed!