But unwilling to see the scenery

Shao Mingyin's voice dragged the visitors back to the real summer from the spring day, making them successfully skip the restraint and self-consciousness of being guests. Only Song Zhou stood in the porch for a long time after entering the room, staring up at the cold white lamp. Lin Huai walked up to him and shook his hands vigorously in front of his eyes before he came back to his senses.

After the entrance is the living room and dining room. The overall decoration style is casual and Chinese, which is functional but not outdated.Shao Mingyin invited the guests to sit casually around the round dining table, and Liang Zhen came out of the kitchen with a large plate of various seafood, and placed it beside the mandarin duck pot.

"It's almost..." Shao Mingyin inspected the dozen or so pots of ingredients on the dining table, always feeling that something was missing, and then suddenly remembered that the rice cakes hadn't been taken out yet, so he went back to the kitchen, opened the lid of the water tank, and took out two rice cakes from inside , cut into strips, put them on a plate and serve them out. I told the guests that this rice cake was sent from the village below Yueqing, and it was handmade by an authentic water mill.

Then he called everyone to eat quickly, set an example by picking up the chopsticks first, and put the seafood in the pork rib pot with clear soup. The dipping sauce he made was not spicy, and there was no trace of Shijiazhuang in the taste. appearance.

But he knew that other people could love food, so he specially asked Liang Zhen to buy spicy pot.Those children were cautious at first, but they couldn't bear the hunger, so they gradually let go of their chopsticks and stood up to pick up the dishes facing them.While eating, Shao Mingyin brought wine, and the first glass was served to Jiang Nuoman who was sitting next to him. Yan Ruoyu gestured to Shao Mingyin behind Jiang Nuo, saying that he was very good at drinking, and it was useless to successfully arouse Shao Mingyin With the desire to win and lose, most of the whole bottle of liquor went into the stomachs of the two of them in the end.

Jiang Nuo didn't shirk, but no matter how much he drank, he didn't seem to talk too much, but Liang Zhen had a lot of questions and wanted to know how Yan Ruoyu arranged the repertoire for the final.According to the new rules, no matter how many songs the contestants sing, they will have a chance to find other singers to be singing guests. According to the current popularity, Yan Ruoyu only needs to sing one song to compete for the championship.

Yan Ruoyu didn't hide it, and told him that he had received an email from Kevin Kim's producer Hugo a few days ago.Yan Ruoyu has worked with Hugo before, and after the popularity of "makeitreal" climbed, Hugo recommended his cut to Kevinkim. Kim himself was very interested in Chinese culture, so he entrusted Hugo to send an email to Yan Ruoyu to seek cooperation.

This is a good thing, but Liang Zhen frowned the whole time, and after listening to it, he let out a "hiss—" and asked, "You mean, you want Kim to be your guest singer in the final."

Yan Ruoyu hesitated for a moment, after all he only had one song, and said, "I haven't decided yet."

Liang Zhen said meaningfully "Ah..." again, and Shao Mingyin hit him on the head with the tip of his chopsticks, telling him not to be weird. He invited people here for dinner, not for information.

"I'm not doing it for your cheap son. Kevin Kim can be hired, but he's alone." Liang Zhen was aggrieved. He glanced at Lin Huai who was sitting across from him and then at Shao Mingyin, and said indignantly, "I've been here for two days. I don’t want to use my old face to help him solicit votes, he barely ranked No.2 on the popularity list, and if he falls down in the final ranking, he will have to sing three songs, so there is no chance of winning.”

"Then you go up and help him sing. The program group has not stipulated that the tutor cannot help sing." Shao Mingyin didn't care, but Liang really wanted to refute. He imitated Lin Zhe's tone and said: "If you have the ability, just pierce the sky." .”

Liang Zhen: "..."

Liang Zhen was so aggrieved that he realized it afterward, and Shao Mingyin could recite all the passages he appeared in the show in full.

Liang Zhen chose to temporarily shut down the microphone, and stuffed food into his mouth.Shao Mingyin stood up several times and put some food into Song Zhou's bowl. Song Zhou's kindness was too late, and he didn't have time to eat. Some couldn't help crying, but he held on.Shao Mingyin didn't notice anything strange about him either, and asked, "I heard from Lin Huai that there are a lot of nickname houses in your family in Hong Kong City."

"No way, don't listen to his nonsense." Song Zhou suppressed the moisture rushing into his nasal cavity, pretending to be cheerful, "Only eight buildings."

"Eight sets..." Shao Mingyin didn't hear the classifier clearly, and after sitting back in his seat, he nodded thoughtfully at Liang Zhen, as if to say that Lin Huai was friends with him, and they were pretty close friends.

Then Song Zhou corrected the mistake: "It's not eight sets, it's eight buildings."

Eight commercial houses in Manhattan immediately appeared in Shao Mingyin's mind, his heart skipped a beat, and he looked at Liang Zhen again, with mixed feelings in his eyes, as if he was complaining that Liang Zhen was not rich enough to make enough money for Lin Huai .

Liang Zhen could only show an awkward yet polite smile, "I'm easy, I am", and continued to eat in silence.

"It's not what you imagined, it's just eight houses in the countryside, and the downstairs is rented to the boss in the industrial zone as a warehouse." Song Zhou explained, but Shao Mingyin could hear that he was being modest. After all, it was a rural area in Hong Kong City. It is more expensive than housing in some inland provincial capitals.

Then Shao Mingyin asked Song Zhou why he liked hiphop, and the reason Song Zhou gave was somewhat similar to what Liang Zhen had told him.When his parents were busy with their careers and neglected to accompany them, Liang Zhen vented outwards, playing truant and fighting as the leader, and Song Zhou walked in, eagerly seeking answers from books and music.The most memorable time for Song Zhou was one night when his parents knocked on the door and wanted to talk to him. He turned off the light and pretended to be asleep, but actually huddled in the corner formed by the door and the closet, listening to his mother’s knock on the door with one ear, The earphone on the other side is playing Little Tiger's "Ninety-nine Times of Birth and Death for You".

Shao Mingyin asked him if he had ever heard Liang Zhen's song, Song Zhou nodded, and said that when he was in junior high school, Liang Zhen was unique among the rappers and had his own characteristics.If he played the songs of other rappers to his parents, the parents would not understand at all, but they would have some sympathy for Liang Zhen's rap samples of Northwest folk songs.

Shao Mingyin smiled and asked, "Then why didn't you choose Liang Zhen's team?"

Song Zhou was also cheated by the new competition system. If he was given another chance, he would most likely vote for Liang Zhen, but he insisted on saying, "I don't want to be with Lin Huai."

Lin Huai stabbed himself in the chest pretending to be very hurt, crying and chirping, Song Zhou was amused, and smiled, but still couldn't hold back his tears.

In fact, he didn't have much sadness, he just wanted to cry.From the moment Shao Mingyin pushed open the door and stood under the porch light, his throat seemed to be strangled by a pair of hands. Although it was such an ordinary family atmosphere, he cried because he had never experienced warmth.

He thought he rushed into the bathroom, but ran into Lin Huai's room by mistake. Everyone else followed him worriedly to comfort him. He turned around, and Lin Huai, who had turned on the light, hugged his shoulders and hair , protecting him in his arms, and reproached him distressedly: "You quit medicine too fast!"

Song Zhou couldn't hold back any longer and burst into tears.Lin Huai moved forward and sat on the head of the bed, holding Song Zhou in his arms.Song Zhou felt ashamed, couldn't help crying and didn't want to face the other people behind him, so he could only hide in Lin Huai's arms and tell them that he was fine.

He really thought he was fine.When he was still taking medicine, he would feel that his will is his will, and his body is his body. He temporarily entrusted the control of the mech of his body to venlafaxine. The control effect is good, helping him complete his studies, socializing in daily life, breathing and opening his eyes, only when Lin Huai rushes in front of him will he suddenly wake up and argue with him, but he always tends to be "normal" when facing others, because His powerful empathy was lulled to sleep by venlafaxine, and when he saw polar bears losing their homes due to climate change, he would ritually grieve, but not truly grieve.

He then went off the drug, asking for venlafaxine to return control to Will.Venlafaxine was very cooperative and didn't miss it, and even returned all the grief accumulated in the past few months to him with interest. He had to finish crying before he was truly alive.

"I'm really fine, I just want to cry, and I'll be fine after crying." He said this to Liang Zhen and the others, but there was still a message from Song Zhou's mother in Liang Zhen's phone.She did her homework and knew that it was normal to take psychotropic drugs for three to five years, so she hoped that they could find an opportunity to persuade Song Zhou that since venlafaxine was effective, it would be okay to continue taking it.

Liang Zhen winked at Lin Huai, and Lin Huai opened his mouth. Originally, he wanted to ask him if there was any medicine in the suitcase. He felt Song Zhou's heartbeat against his chest, and suddenly shed a tear. Hold it tight, as if you have lost it once and refuse to let go.

Song Zhou couldn't control his emotions, and started crying again. The others sat on the edge of the bed, not knowing how to comfort them, so they stayed with them.Song Zhou was finally willing to show his face, angrily saying to himself, "I'm sorry, everything was fine..."

"It's fine now." Shao Mingyin handed him a tissue, touched his shoulder to encourage him, and said firmly, "You are very strong."

Your sensitive and fragile spiritual home has been hurt, you actively seek any effective treatment, persist in self-help, and after reorganization, you still have the courage to take that step and face the real world.

"You guys go to dinner first, I'll just stay with him." Lin Huai told everyone that Shao Mingyin took Yan Ruoyu and Jiang Nuo out first, and Liang Zhen stayed inside.

Half of the people at the dinner table suddenly disappeared, and the atmosphere was indeed not as lively as before.Seeing that the two of them had almost eaten, Shao Mingyin took them to the study room, took out a thick photo album from the drawer, and showed them the old photos.

These days, very few people even specially developed photos, Yan Ruoyu was very curious and wanted to see what Liang Zhen looked like ten years ago.Shao Mingyin turned to a page that looked like a film.He and Liang Zhen were catching dragonflies in the field, one of which was seriously backlit, and the red glow was so bright that they were only silhouetted in the setting sun.

Then Shao Mingyin turned back and found that many of them were photos of Liang Zhen’s performances. From being a guest singer for others at the beginning, he gradually opened his own special performances. The venues ranged from free open-air squares, to small bars with light music, and then to professional livehouses. .

After each performance, Liang Zhen and the staff would sit on the stage with one knee and take photos with the audience behind them. They all turned on the flash lights of their mobile phones. The number of people ranged from three to four hundred, to four to five hundred, to one or two thousand, to two to three thousand , and then to the [-]-person concert two years ago.

This box office is unique in the history of Chinese rap. Liang Zhen has walked this glamorous and thorny road for ten years.

"He still likes it very much. Although he always complains to me that the market is not good and the quality of the practitioners is not good, he still loves this industry. He also wants to do something when he becomes a mentor. Even if nothing can be changed, he has at least worked hard... Shao Mingyin murmured, staring at those photos, as if the 19-year-old Liang Zhen was vivid in front of his eyes, without changing at all.

"What about you?" He flipped through the photos casually, and asked Yan Ruoyu and Jiang Nuo if they still loved rap as much as they did at the beginning, and Jiang Nuo remained silent with reservations.

At the beginning, he was completely influenced by Jiang Shan before he listened to hip-hop. If he didn’t really like it, he definitely wouldn’t have listened to it for more than ten years, and then he became a member of this industry by mistake. I really want him to have a good chat. He can definitely talk about rap for three days and three nights.

But he is not a person who is good at expressing, and he was indeed a little drunk tonight. He sat on the chair next to Shao Mingyin, lying on his stomach, with his chin resting on his arm, and the other hand turned over the beam. In the photo, looking at Liang Zhen's cynical and cool appearance sitting on the hood of a sports car more than ten years ago, he thought of the big poster of Yan Ruoyu when he was a child.

"...I definitely liked it at the beginning. At the beginning, I thought it was good for everything, very high-end, very expensive, very cool, very free, and very confident."

Jiang Nuo was babbling, his eyes fell on the long-awaited photos, but his eyes were covered with a layer of mist, as if he was talking about music, and it was not just music.

"Later, I listened a lot and gained a lot of knowledge. I will definitely wake up slowly from the initial fanaticism. And once I didn't have the thick filter at the beginning, I found that although it looked beautiful, its temper was worse than ordinary people. During that time He is a frequent visitor to the trending search, yesterday he raced on the Panshan Highway, today he had a party in a mansion, and tomorrow he will buy this luxury and that limited edition..."

"This is not the hiphop I used to like, he has changed." Jiang Nuo pouted angrily, shook his head seriously, and said, "I was disillusioned with him a long time ago."

Yan Ruoyu heard that Jiang Nuo confused his feelings about himself with his views on music, but they were inexplicably compatible, so he asked nervously, "And then?"

"Then...then let's let it go." Jiang Nuo was really a little drunk, blushing, and said, "I told myself, I can't be so harsh, he is just an ordinary person, he must have advantages and disadvantages, the most important thing It's—"

Jiang Nuo smiled, turned back the album, stopped at a page full of performances, smiled shyly and shyly, and said, "The most important thing is, I still like this culture, and I can't forget the touch it once brought me. .”

Jiang Nuo sat up straight, still embarrassed to watch Yan Ruoyu, and said with emotion: "I know he likes to watch videos of squeezing blackheads, so I went to buy ducks for him. I really love him."

Yan Ruoyu also laughed, her eyes were shining, she didn't know if it was the uncontrollable tears or the hidden light.Shao Mingyin sat between the two of them, as if witnessing everything from the perspective of God, and asked Yan Ruoyu, "What about you?"

What do you think of hiphop, and what did hiphop bring to you?

"I..." Yan Ruoyu sniffed, Jiang Nuo's eyelids became heavier and closed as far as he looked, and he didn't know if he heard Yan Ruoyu say:

"I'm superficial—"

Yan Ruoyu said: "Being able to meet Jiang Nuo is the whole meaning of hiphop to me."