Chapter 202

Su Meng had long had the idea of recording these songs.

After the first episode wrapped, he had already organized the sheet music and commissioned Hu Zhengyuan to help find people.

He hadn't expected this old man to actually come through, going straight to them.

"Alright then, let's start recording right away. Let's give it our all and aim to nail it in one take!"

"Okay!"

The sound engineer looked at the excited group of artists, opened his mouth, but said nothing.

Do you think recording a song is easy?

Even pure instrumental music isn't something you breeze through, alright?

Forget it, I'm just an ordinary sound engineer.

If they can't get it in one take, they can just record a few more times.

Anyway, it's billed by the hour—the more takes they do, the more I earn…

……

These people are all top-tier artists in the country.

Although being able to collaborate with Su Meng made them very excited,

once they entered the recording booth, they quickly adjusted their state and threw themselves into it.

As the sound of the suona rose, the various instruments quickly joined in.

The sound engineer, wearing big headphones on his head, picked up the song list absently and muttered to himself.

"'The Peaceful Road of the Western Journey'? Just hearing that name, it doesn't sound auspicious."

"The boss actually allowed this kind of song to be recorded… that's really… really… 5555…"

"Waaah waaah… Grandpa, my grandpa…"

In the headphones, the sorrowful music began to play, instantly stirring up boundless sadness in the sound engineer.

He couldn't help but burst into loud weeping.

Liu Huan watched from the side, baffled, and asked in confusion.

"Is it really necessary? Isn't it just a funeral song?"

"Old Tian, you're a professional, you've been strictly trained—no matter how sad the song is, you can't cry…"

Saying this, he casually picked up another pair of monitor headphones and hung them over his ears.

After a moment, he said in a mournful voice.

"No matter how sad the song is, you can't cry, unless… you just can't hold it in… waaah waaah…"

"My dad… my mom… why did you leave so early…"

For a moment, the two hugged each other and cried their hearts out.

This bizarre scene instantly stunned everyone else.

Isn't it just a funeral song?

Is it really necessary?

What on earth did you all hear, crying your hearts out like that?

Deng Ziqi snatched the headphones straight off the sound engineer's head and put them on her own.

After listening for a moment, she took them off with a blank expression and said lightly.

"It's just so-so… I'm going to the bathroom."

Then she ran out.

But the moment she ran out, everyone heard a burst of crying from outside the door.

Deng Ziqi broke down too?

Liu Tianxian and Boss Yang exchanged a glance, and in silent understanding, each picked up a pair of headphones and put them on.

After a moment…

"We're going to the bathroom!"

"Waaah waaah…" another burst of crying came from outside the door.

"Holy crap!" Seeing this bizarre scene, Xiao Yueyue's face turned green.

Tell me, are these headphones poisoned?

How is it that whoever wears them cries?

I'm a crosstalk performer, I'm here to bring laughter to everyone, I absolutely cannot cry, so I absolutely will not try it!

Xiao Yueyue clenched his fists and quickly made a clear choice.

But suddenly, something tightened on his head—a pair of headphones was slipped on.

From somewhere, Liu Huan's choked voice came through.

"This is your uncle-master's song, you should listen too, don't just let me cry alone…"

"Waaah waaah waaah…" Xiao Yueyue also joined the ranks of those weeping bitterly

Seeing several big stars each crying their hearts out, the surrounding staff were completely dumbfounded.

Tell me, what on earth did you all hear?

Is it really necessary for each of you? Do you still care about your image?

Finally, someone couldn't hold back any longer, took the headphones and put them on his head.

Then… waaah waaah…

Is it really that bad? Let me try!

Soon, disbelieving warriors stepped forward one after another to put on the headphones.

Waaah, waaah, waaah...

I'm coming...

Waaah, waaah, waaah...

Everyone else is listening; if I don't, isn't that a bit out of sync with the group?

Waaah, waaah, waaah...

Soon, in the entire recording studio, everyone's tears poured out desperately as if they were free.

The loud wailing of waaah-waaah-waaah echoed throughout the entire recording studio.

After a long silence on the live stream's comment feed, someone finally asked cautiously.

"If I'm not mistaken... did they cry listening to Su Meng's suona?"

"Is Su Meng's suona that powerful? Why don't I believe it?"

"The one upstairs is obviously a new fan. When Master Su's suona comes out, making everyone cry is no joke!"

"Digging up the archives! Back then, when Master Su was in Baishi Village, one suona made the whole crowd cry."

"Is the suona really that amazing? No wonder they say there's nothing a suona can't send off..."

"Although they are crying waaah-waaah in sorrow, why does seeing this scene make me want to laugh?"

"Sure enough, as soon as Su Meng appears, the tone instantly becomes abnormal. It was a proper recording studio, but now it's turned into a funeral hall?"

"The one upstairs is from the Gai Gang; case closed!"

"Holy crap, what's wrong with you all?!"

Su Meng walked out of the recording room and saw a group of people crying waaah-waaah.

He was directly startled, and his heart was even more panicked.

Just during the time it took for me to record the piece, did something major happen outside?

Why is everyone crying so sorrowfully?

How did this perfectly fine recording studio suddenly turn into a funeral hall?

"Teacher Su..." a hoarse voice came from behind.

Su Meng turned his head to look and was startled again.

The artists behind him were also in tears, one by one.

"Teacher Su, please let us rest for a while..."

"The power of your suona is too great; no one could withstand it."

These artists also felt uneasy in their hearts.