Fanservice Paradox

Pei Tingsong understood Fang Juexia's words almost instantly.

The vast majority of people in this world are looking for true love in the vast crowd every day, and are so paralyzed by a series of good stories that they mistakenly think that they can also love someone for a lifetime.Everyone thinks that what they get is honey that will not be diluted for a lifetime. In fact, most of them are low-quality canned food that will expire soon.The poisonous industrial chemicals are fed mouth by mouth, and after the sweet hallucinations dissipate, only painful sequelae remain, ranging from a few months to a few years, or even a lifetime.

No one can deny the existence of rational numbers, but compared to dense irrational numbers, those sparse points are rarer than shooting stars.

He suddenly became curious, so he spoke without thinking.

"Suppose, I'm just making a hypothesis," Pei Tingsong asked Fang Juexia, "if you really fell in love with someone one day, what would you do?"

Fang Juexia looked at each other silently, his eyes shaking uncontrollably.He was questioned.This question seems to have been separated from his life plan since he was sensible. He never thought about the possibility of who he fell in love with, let alone made a hypothesis in advance and deduced it in his heart.

"I don't know." He finally said truthfully, "This assumption is meaningless. People are a collection of complex physiological mechanisms. It is difficult for you to control even one nerve of your own, let alone..."

What's more, it is to control the emotions of loving someone.

He didn't finish the rest of the sentence, and for some reason, he couldn't speak when facing Pei Tingsong, so he could only swallow it back, shrugged, and threw the question back, "What about you?"

"Me?" Pei Tingsong thought for a while, "Although I have never seen any true love, I don't really want to pursue anything. But if it really appears..."

"I won't hide." He raised his eyebrows, "Even if I choose an irrational number, it doesn't matter, I will treat him as a rational number. It sounds a bit idealistic, but I think there are some things that can be done for me. transferred by the will."

Fang Juexia admired his courage. Speaking such words from other people seemed like moths to a flame, but from Pei Tingsong's perspective, it seemed to be different.

"Your mother is the same, waiting with her own will. At least in her heart, what she holds is still a rational number. Her love is not dead yet."

When he said this, Fang Juexia admitted it.Deep in my mother's heart, that person would always come back.But Fang Juexia didn't believe it, "But you also saw from her that the vast majority of failed loves, you haven't even seen a successful sample with your own eyes. Are you not afraid of stepping into failure yourself?"

Facing Fang Juexia's questioning, Pei Tingsong seemed very relaxed, "I'm not afraid of failure, let alone low probability and scarcity. On the contrary, I like it very much."

He said every word, boldly and straightforwardly, "I want the most scarce thing."

Fang Juexia was speechless.They are both the crystallization of failed families, but one indulges and only seeks freedom, while the other precisely avoids mistakes, holds diametrically opposed concepts, and has an extreme attitude towards love.But even so, Fang Juexia had to admit that he was persuaded by Pei Tingsong.

Pei Tingsong's cell phone rang suddenly, interrupting the game of love.After he connected, he simply replied a few words before hanging up.

"The boss asked us to go to the company and finish the title song together." He stood up and stretched himself.Fang Juexia also stood up, put the pot of cactus in a safe corner, picked up the watering can and sprayed some water, observed it, and sprayed some more.Then he discovered something unexpectedly, his tone was a little surprised, and he said to himself, "Is it going to bloom?"

Pei Tingsong watched him squatting on the ground earnestly pulling the top of the cactus, and couldn't help laughing again.

"Fang Juexia, as for you, you are living under the shell of your grandfather."

Fang Juexia didn't understand what he meant, turned around and looked over, still holding a small watering can in his hand.

"Your father is a person who regards art as his life, and your mother is desperate for love. Don't you pay attention to science? The power of genes is very powerful. You are the child of these two people." Pei Tingsong put his hands in his pockets, the corners of his mouth With a smile, "So you are actually a romantic in your bones."

"You'll have to admit it someday."

After speaking, he left, leaving Fang Juexia alone, staring blankly for a minute, then turned around and stared at the cactus.

Romantics, these five words have a hyperbolic relationship with him.

When rushing to the company, the boss Chen Zhengyun was also there. He had already listened to Fang Juexia's demo without lyrics in advance, and praised him greatly, and found that he was naturally sensitive to melodies.To a large extent, composing music is a job of talent. Some people can hardly write a high-gloss melody that catches the ear no matter how hard they study music theory.

"I have been training you in the direction of dance roles before, and I feel that the route is very correct. Looking at the company now, I almost missed a treasure." Chen Zhengyun himself was also a singer-songwriter in the past, and he had also transformed into a very good producer before starting the company. He has written a lot of songs, and Fang Juexia praised his talent without hesitation, "Since it is the main hit, we still hope that it will not only become a song that is more performative than melodic, but must be popular and let people listen to it once. I can remember."

Another composer in the company played their modified piece on guitar.

"This is the third edition. We have been discussing it for several hours, and Ziyan will revise it with us when he comes back."

Pei Tingsong sat on the side, "If you change too much, your ears will get numb, and you can't hear good or bad."

"That's why I called you over." Chen Zhengyun began to hit him again, "How about you, how about the lyrics? Can you hold down the concept of this song?"

Pei Tingsong told the truth, "My mind is quite messed up now. This song is a bit mixed. There are so many concepts that it's hard for me to figure out the core..."

Just as he was talking, the door opened again, and Jiang Miao and Ling Yi also came in, "You are all here."

"I'm late." Jiang Miao moved a chair and sat down.Chen Zhengyun said it was okay, "Xiao Miao, I asked them to bring your piano."

Everyone started discussing again, Fang Juexia was still recalling the piece played by the composer before, the melody was split in his mind, section by section, even note by note.

While other people were discussing, Fang Juexia sat in front of an electronic piano, played a very simple chord, and then tried to hum to restore the composer's melody just now, but every time he got stuck in the middle, he tried again Once, it was found to be the same.

Pei Tingsong also found that he was trying alone, so he sneaked over and sat next to him, "Any ideas?"

"I think what you just said is right," Fang Juexia put his hands on the black and white keys, "Our melody is too full and not smooth. When people listen to it, they feel confused and can’t remember the tune.”

He tried to cut off part of the melody and hum it, and the sense of hearing suddenly improved a lot.Pei Tingsong nodded, "But this way the strong feeling will be reduced."

"No." Fang Juexia is sure, "Because I'm playing the simplest chords for you now, and the arrangement is the soul of dance music. The melody is more refined than the melody, and a good arrangement can fully reflect the song's layers, rhythm and rhythm. artistic conception."

Seeing his serious look, Pei Tingsong suddenly felt that Fang Juexia was very good-looking.

As he was playing, Fang Juexia suddenly remembered the piece that Jiang Miao played when he was practicing the piano last night, the famous pipa song "Ambush from Ten Sides". Qu forced back the momentum of thousands of horses and thousands of troops.

A melody appeared in his mind, and Pei Tingsong caught Pei Tingsong's attention after humming a few words, "This is nice, and the combination of several transitions has a Chinese feel."

Fang Juexia smiled, and played it on the keyboard again.Others were also attracted, Chen Zhengyun looked at him and asked, "You just wrote this?"

The movement of his hands stopped, Fang Juexia wrote down the score, and then told everyone his thoughts, "We have been adding things to the melody before, and it is getting more and more complicated. It may be because I have not participated in the previous composition. After listening to the demo of the composed song, it is purely from the perspective of the listener. I just heard the piano version of the composition played by the teacher again, and I found that we actually put the melody too full, and it is difficult to listen to it in a high-complexity arrangement come out, but you can find it by playing the piano alone."

He tried to play a part of the verse in the composition, "A good dance song, even with the simplest chords, can still sound good without plugging in. This is the melody. I just tried to play it and found this There are a lot of redundant parts in the song, it would be nice to cut some and add repetitive ear-catching melodies."

Pei Tingsong listened to the music he played, and suddenly thought of something, and said to Jiang Miao, "Brother Miao, can you play a piece of guzheng?"

Hearing him say this, Fang Juexia couldn't help being a little surprised. Before he said it, Pei Tingsong had already understood what he was thinking, which was a little unbelievable.

Jiang Miao smiled and sat by the piano, glued her nails on, "What are you playing?"

"Just strum. I'll go in with your strum." Fang Juexia also put his hands on the keys, waiting for Jiang Miao's signal.He lowered his head halfway, gathered his fingertips slightly, and swept the next sound with a flick of his wrist, like a chilling wind.

This is the effect Fang Juexia wanted.When he swept out the second tone, the tone of the electronic piano came in to replace the main song, and Fang Juexia hummed and sang the transition tone.He Ziyan quickly realized the style he wanted, and took out the pad to beat out the rhythm.

The whole collaboration is very simple and ad hoc, but surprisingly well put together.Fang Juexia continued, "Before, only the elements were given, but there was no main concept, which seemed very confusing. But yesterday I heard Brother Miao practice the piano with pipa music, and the first few strums and sweeps of Flying Daggers were very murderous. .I wonder if our song this time can use warriors as the concept.”

He is reticent on weekdays, but when he talks about his understanding of music and the stage, his eyes are full of light, "It's like the drums, formations, and sword dances in ancient marches, all of which have the same origin as song and dance performances. We We can take the concept of a warrior, use a strong rhythmic and aggressive arrangement and a composition with a sense of pathos and faith, and I believe that the effect we wanted before can be well integrated."

He Ziyan suddenly had an inspiration, and used his midi to pick out an electronic tone on the spot, which was very similar to the sound of a sword. He said to Jiang Miao, "Sweep it again."

Midi's imitation sword sound is integrated with guzheng strumming, just like a swordsman's move.

"Okay, this concept is very good." Chen Zhengyun added, "At that time, the real sword sound can be sampled, and when it is put together with the electronic sound, there is a feeling of interlacing virtual and real, and it should be closer to the scene feeling of sword, light and sword."

Pei Tingsong suddenly had an inspiration. He seemed to have seen the scene of an ambush from all sides, so he buried himself in writing a few words to set the tone.

A room full of people stayed up all night for a song without feeling tired at all. Later, Lu Yuan also came, and they sorted out the complete melody. Pei Tingsong gave the first version of the lyrics almost immediately, and they simply Moved the position, went to the recording studio to record the demo with lyrics.

When I came out of the recording studio, the sky was already completely bright.The six boys collapsed on the big sofa in the recording studio, head to head, being teased by Chen Zhengyun that they looked like a litter of puppies.Fang Juexia feels lucky. Although they did not debut in a big company with abundant resources, they have more creative freedom.

"In the past few days, we have been rushing to make the arrangement, everyone is practicing, and we will strive for the next month. No, we will release the notice next month."

"We finally have a second album!" Ling Yi excitedly bit He Ziyan's coat, and was slapped away by him, "You really are a Chihuahua."

The popularity of Kaleido is increasing day by day, and more and more jobs are being approached, but for the preparation of the second series, the company has rejected many commercial activities. Except for some variety shows and endorsements signed before, other jobs are not arranged, so that they can Concentrate on practicing.In the final analysis, Caledo is a boy group. Popularity and exposure are important, but the foundation of a boy group is still songs and stages. Only by handing in a satisfactory answer sheet, the popularity they hold now will not become one. A bubble that bursts at the touch of a button.

While making the song, they also started a new round of styling planning and MV planning.Xing Tu spent a lot of money to hire a stage costume designer to design costumes for the six of them for MV shooting and singing performances.In the past, the company was too poor to spend money on styling, but now Caledo has started to make money, and the money should be used wisely.

Because of Pei Tingsong's daily study, he hasn't dyed his hair much since his debut, but the concept of his return this time is very aggressive, which is most consistent with Pei Tingsong. Hair dyeing is a great weapon to attract attention .The planner and stylist made many plans. His original hair color was too dark. They bleached it first and dyed it silvery white.

Dyeing your hair is a chore.Pei Tingsong was already working hard while going to school and practicing. He couldn't sleep even if he slept in on weekends. He was picked up early to bleach his hair. He was so sleepy that he fell asleep several times, and he woke up feeling hungry again.

"So sleepy." The hair dyer couldn't help laughing.

"Too sleepy." Seeing their plan, Pei Tingsong thought of something, so he asked the hair dyer, "What color is Juexia's hair this time?"

"Juexia, he might be black this time."

black hair.Pei Tingsong imagined that Fang Juexia's skin was white and his pupils were pale, and his original hair color was already brownish.But he has too much sense of distance, and his temperament is too cold. The company wants to improve affinity and attract fans, so he has always dyed his dark brown hair.Now with black hair, the contrast with the skin color will be stronger and it should look cooler.

"Then when did he get dyed?"

"He may be a little late, anyway, he doesn't need to be bleached, try the color first, and Ling Yi will be after you are finished."

He thought Fang Juexia would come today.After thinking about it, Pei Tingsong took out his phone and opened WeChat.

After an hour of dance practice in the practice room, Fang Juexia's cell phone rang.He picked it up and saw that it was news from Pei Tingsong.

[Guide dog: where are you?What are you doing?I am so hungry. ]

What is this, asking him to deliver food?Fang Juexia thought about it, and deliberately pretended not to understand.

[Besides pretty or pretty: practice room, dancing, ordering takeout when you’re hungry. ]

After sending, Fang Juexia still felt very happy. He leaned his head against the wall and nodded lightly. The small clock in his heart ticked ten times, and the phone vibrated again.

[Guide dog: Hello, I want a fried crab roe and a side with scallion oil, less oil. ]

He also sent a please please emoji.

Fang Juexia checked the time, picked up his clothes, stood up and left the practice room.Downstairs of their company there is a snack bar that has been open for more than ten years. The steamed buns and pan fried are excellent. People in the company often deliver a dozen or so cages at a time.Fang Juexia also had the boss's phone number in his cell phone, but he went downstairs by himself and went to buy it himself wearing a hat and mask.

He didn't know why, but he probably just wanted to take a stroll.

"Huh? Juexia, you haven't been here for a long time. What do you want to eat?" The boss is a very enthusiastic middle-aged man with a bit of Shanghai taste, and he is very kind.

Before Fang Juexia ordered what Pei Tingsong ordered, he added another cup of soy milk, "Please pack it for me."

"Okay, you don't need chili sauce for raw frying, right?" The boss is very familiar with his taste.

"Yes." Fang Juexia said immediately, "I want chili sauce."

The boss stopped his busy hands, "Hey, are you starting to eat spicy food?"

"No..." Fang Juexia smiled, "It's for the kids in the team."

"Oh~" the boss also laughed, "You guys are really close, like brothers." While speaking, he had already packed up the snacks and handed them to Juexia, "Come again next time."

"thank you boss."

It's also strange that Pei Tingsong was extremely sleepy at first, but after sending the message to Fang Juexia, his whole body became energetic again, and he couldn't fall asleep even with his eyes closed.He looked at himself in the mirror and started humming out of boredom.

"What song is this?" The hair dyer checked the fading situation for him, and said casually, "It's quite nice."

Only then did Pei Tingsong realize that what he hummed subconsciously was the song written by Fang Juexia.

"Just hum..."

Almost gave up on him.

Just as he was feeling guilty, a thin white hand appeared in front of him, carrying a takeaway box and placed it on the table in front of him.Pei Tingsong looked up in surprise, and saw Fang Juexia who was fully armed with only a pair of eyes and a birthmark showing.

"It's useless for you to cover up so tightly."

Recognizable by hand alone.

Fang Juexia didn't understand what he meant, "Why is it useless?"

Pei Tingsong's words turned around again, "I mean, what's the use if you don't cover up that birthmark, is there a second person in the world with such a birthmark?"

It seems to make sense.Fang Juexia turned her head to look in the mirror, and touched the birthmark in the corner of her eye.Then he thought of something, turned to him and said, "Hurry up, it won't taste good when it gets cold."

"I'm really starving to death." He took a bite out of a pan fried and asked vaguely, "Aren't you going to eat?"

"I've had breakfast." Fang Juexia didn't even sit down.Pei Tingsong suspected that he might really just come to give him something, and maybe he would leave soon.

"Eat some more." Pei Tingsong used the excuse of body management to make Fang Juexia eat too, but Fang Juexia couldn't hold back him, so he sat next to him and ate a fried pan.

Fang Juexia eats very politely, and will habitually lick her lips every time she finishes a bite.The more Pei Tingsong observed him, the more he felt that Fang Juexia was different from many boys he met, but he couldn't tell what was different.

After eating the whole pan fried, Fang Juexia wiped his hands clean with the paper.Seeing Pei Tingsong looking at him all the time, he felt strange, "What do you see me doing?"

"It's nothing." Pei Tingsong withdrew his gaze, and quickly changed the topic, "My scalp hurts a little." As soon as he raised his hand, Fang Juexia grabbed his wrist.

"Don't scratch it." Fang Juexia said, "French hair hurts the scalp a bit, don't get the fading cream on your hands."

Pei Tingsong kind of likes the feeling of being controlled by Fang Juexia, and he doesn't know why, since he is the only person who wants to go west when others say otherwise.

"But my scalp just hurts."

"I know." Fang Juexia lowered his head and pinched Pei Tingsong's forearm.Pei Tingsong never thought, "What are you doing?"

"This can divert attention." Fang Juexia pinched again, then raised his head and smiled at him.

Pei Tingsong's eyes moved from his smiling eyes to the corners of his mouth, and the lips he had just lightly licked.But the other party was soon immersed in the game of continuing to pinch him, and didn't notice Pei Tingsong's dazed eyes at all.

The hair dyer swiped his phone and suddenly laughed, "Hey, the last episode of your amusement park show is out. Haunted house special."

His voice pulled Pei Tingsong back from his thoughts, and made Fang Juexia let go of his hand. He turned his head and asked, "Is it so fast? I didn't even see it."

"You are all on the trending searches. Go check it out!"

Fang Juexia took out her mobile phone, opened the rare Weibo from last time, and saw a familiar name when she clicked into the trending search.

"The second and third most searched are you."

Hearing Fang Juexia's ending sound and cute tone, Pei Tingsong was quite proud and felt that it was very useful, so he cleared his throat and made a calm and breezy expression of the frequent searchers, "Really? Why did you go up again?" Hot search."

"Yeah." Fang Juexia showed him the phone, his face full of desire to share, "Look."

Pei Tingsong deliberately only glanced at it, but was surprised.

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The author has something to say: Immediately enter the new copy!The stage is coming

By the way, I recommend everyone to listen to Snikm's "Zheng", which is a work that combines electronic music and Chinese classical instruments.Then in the article, if you find it difficult to imagine the electronic timbre that feels like a sword, you can listen to Borgore's "Magictrick". The drop in the middle of this song (the electronic sound starting at 00:50) is this kind Feel.

[I beg everyone not to be ky in the comment area of ​​the song, don’t come from..., the name and character of the article, including the author, etc., and don’t post a lot of anti-ky, just report it, the comment area is about the song discussion and post too much Irrelevant topics are really bad.My original intention is to let you feel intuitively and enjoy the music.Otherwise, I won’t push the song next time]