Memory inheritor

Chapter 96 Mutual Benefit

Shen Qing suddenly opened her eyes wide, rolled off the bed, and ran barefoot to the studio.

The lights in the studio were on. She squinted, found her phone on the sofa, and opened it to look at her chat history with Wei Hongsi. It was completely blank; even the few messages she had sent him before had been deleted.

She sat down on the sofa with some annoyance, trying to recall what those suggestions for revision were.

Since I didn't look closely at the time, only glanced at it briefly, I only have some vague impressions. It seems to be saying that the melody was too abrupt for a few seconds, or that the intensity should be reduced at a certain time, or something like that.

If the descriptions used specific sections or chord progressions, she might be able to recall them somewhat. But Wei Hongsi's unconventional style of description made her increasingly uneasy.

What should we do?

Or should we ask him to send it again?

Shen Qing thought about it and felt that the request wasn't unreasonable. It was just that if Wei Hongsi asked why, explaining it would be a little awkward. However, she felt there was a high probability that he wouldn't ask; at least, she wouldn't ask herself.

Looking at the time, it wasn't even 10:30 yet. He figured Wei Hongsi was probably still awake, so he picked up his phone and sent a voice message: "Sorry..."

Remembering that the other person seemed to prefer text communication, I didn't continue. My finger released the voice message.

Shen Qing initially wanted to withdraw the message, but then felt it was unnecessary since she was going to say it anyway, so she switched to text input, but still used voice input.

Wei Hongsi was playing a game when his phone vibrated twice. He glanced at it and saw that it was a voice message from Shen Qing, so he clicked to listen: "I'm sorry."

This left him completely bewildered, feeling utterly confused and baffled. After a moment's thought, he came to the conclusion that the other party had sent it to the wrong person.

After a few seconds, seeing that Shen Qing hadn't retracted her message, he felt he should remind her to avoid making a mistake without realizing it, which could delay things.

So, while playing the game with one hand, he picked up his phone with the other and sent a voice message: "You sent this to the wrong person, didn't you?"

After posting it, I couldn't help but sigh, being a singer isn't easy, having to apologize to people late at night.

Shen Qing was proofreading and revising the text entered via voice when she saw a voice message from Wei Hongsi. She clicked on it and listened, and was stunned on the spot.

This is really a bit awkward.

"Ah! Ah! Ah!" Shen Qing cried out in frustration, tugging at the hair tie on her head, her hair falling down in a mess.

She lay down on the sofa, one leg dangling to the floor and the other raised straight up toward the ceiling, humming the song she had sent to Wei Hongsi.

She sang a few lines, then held her phone up to her face and scrolled through her recent chat history on ZhiXun. She'd set all group messages to "Do Not Disturb" for the past few days, wanting to see if there was anything worth paying attention to.

As I was scrolling through the chat list, I suddenly noticed a small message at the top: "You are logged in to Zhixun PC client."

The notes she was singing suddenly rose, she threw down her phone, ran to her desk, peered at the screen, opened Zhixun on her computer, and opened her chat history with Wei Hongsi. Sure enough, there were many messages inside.

"Wow!"

Shen Qing exclaimed excitedly, tied her hair back up with the hair tie on her wrist, took out her spare glasses from the drawer and put them on. She looked at the messages sent by Wei Hongsi and couldn't help but laugh at her own foolishness.

She carefully read through Wei Hongsi's suggestions for revision. The way he described the problem was clearly very amateurish, but since Wei Hongsi was neither a formally trained musician nor a music industry professional, it was understandable; in fact, it struck her as somewhat novel.

These opinions and suggestions were very specific and clearly worded, leaving no room for ambiguity. It felt like when a teacher gave her feedback on her song lyrics.

Shen Qing has written and composed all the songs she has released since her debut. However, her songwriting skills are noticeably weaker, as she lacks some literary talent and therefore seeks guidance from teachers.

When her teacher offered suggestions for revision, she would point out details word by word, but she wouldn't directly polish and finalize the draft for her. Instead, she would let her figure it out and revise it herself. It was this kind of guidance that allowed her to grow in this area and continuously improve her lyric writing skills.

So after reading Wei Hongsi's suggestions, she felt a sense of familiarity amidst the novelty, and unconsciously became immersed in thinking about how to make the changes.

Anyone who achieves success in an industry possesses an innate confidence in their profession. No matter how humble and eager to learn they are, they will always be critical of opinions from outsiders, and even if they are verbally modest, they are not so easily receptive to them.

Shen Qing was in this state of mind when she first saw Wei Hongsi's reply. Deleting their chat history was an outward manifestation of this mindset.

However, after crying her heart out, she felt much calmer and was more receptive to others' opinions. Furthermore, the unexpected turn of events had given her a sense of having regained what she had lost, making her cherish these chat logs even more.

Furthermore, Wei Hongsi's suggestions were adjustments based on the original work, and they were all directional suggestions rather than direct instructions on how to change it. Compared to the company and producer's attitude of "you must do this, you can't do that," at least it didn't make her feel rebellious.

Shen Qing didn't even bother to think about whether Wei Hongsi's opinions were right or wrong, or whether they would distort the musical style she insisted on.

As she pondered, she sketched out the score on paper and occasionally played a few chords on the electronic piano to determine which to choose.

For example, Wei Hongsi suggested that the section from 55 to 58 seconds should be smoother, so she thought about changing the sixteenth notes in that section to eighth notes and adding a soft seventh chord, which indeed reduced the abruptness.

So she revised the entire piece, played it on the keyboard, and seemed to have found a bit of the feeling.

Then she played it over and over again, humming along as she followed along, constantly making subtle adjustments based on that feeling.

She played it more than ten times and felt that it did sound much better. Compared with the earliest version, the overall tone of the piece was still the same, but the auditory experience was quite different.

He actually knows how to compose music? But he wasn't a music student. Is he a natural talent?

Shen Qing thought with some doubt.

She recorded herself playing the revised piece and sent it to Wei Hongsi so he could hear the effect.

After sending it, I realized it was already past 1 a.m. The other person must have been asleep long ago.