Living depends on the opponent's life [Entertainment]

In a detached villa in the suburbs, the curtains were closed tightly, but the room was brightly lit.

The light in the living room was turned on, Zhu Ming leaned on the sofa, looking through the broken hair on his forehead, and landed on the mobile phone he had thrown in the corner of the sofa.

After being sent home from the studio by Jiang Xingpan, he immediately went to find Lin Yao to test his words.According to the usual practice, the total time for the two of them to talk properly will never exceed 5 minutes, but this time it also stopped abruptly.

Taking a closer look at the chat records of the past half a month, what is it called chatting between the two of them, it is clearly a turn-based battle with personal enmity.

He just sat like this, sitting on the sofa for a long time, his eyes were empty, and he seemed to be lost in thought.In fact, he didn't think about anything, his head was empty, only a suffocation was burning in his chest.

The suffocation came from the bottom of my heart for no reason, and it made people feel uncomfortable.

For so many years, he was angry with Lin Yao for his prudence and protection of his life, as well as his tactful sophistication, and his resolute decision not to return to the music stage after withdrawing from the group he had worked with for many years.

To say that he is cowardly is not the case at all, to say that he is running away, but he doesn't know what Lin Yuan is running away from the stage.Seeing that a great opportunity was finally presented in front of him, he was not at all reconciled if he didn't scold him back to this stage.

In the dead of night, the clock is ticking.

Obviously the illness is still not cured, but Zhuming's biological clock has gradually returned to the state before the illness, without any sleepiness.He looked up and glanced at his watch, it was only one o'clock in the morning, according to his usual experience, he might not be able to fall asleep in another three hours, so he simply picked up the pillow at hand and strolled leisurely into his exclusive music room.

Very few people have been to this villa designed and decorated by himself, and only a few people in the circle who he regards as friends are lucky enough to set foot.Few people know that in a two-storey building owned by Candle Tea, instead of the original study, there is a spacious and extremely professional music room.

In the space on the left hand side of the door, various musical instruments are piled up.From the wall to the ground, from the sofa to the coffee table, it is dazzling to see; the wires of some electronic equipment are winding on the floor, and you may trip if you don’t pay attention to your feet.On the right is the workbench, where the mixing console and arrangement equipment are placed.

And in the line notebook spread out on the table, there is still a record of the melody he thought of when he was insomnia more than half a month ago.

Opposite the workbench is the recording studio, separated by a glass wall.Inside, condenser microphones hang solitary in the air, and supporting equipment stands quietly in the corner.

This is his site, whether it is the sound-proof vacuum glass or the suspended floor after laying a layer of keel, every square and every inch here carries his familiar taste.

During sleepless nights, the all-night light here gave him a complete sense of security.

Candle Tea walked around the West African Jinbei drum brought back two years ago on the ground, took down a guitar from the wall, plucked the strings lightly, and raised her hand to knock on the strings before the lingering sound, the sound stopped abruptly, like The way he talks to Lin Yao is amazing.

One person plucks the string, and another person is bound to interrupt it.

He sat casually in front of the workbench with his guitar in his arms, glanced at the residual score in his notebook, and raised his hand to strum the strings as his eyes moved.

In just over two weeks, he walked out of the ghost gate, and he couldn't remember his mood at that time.It seems that the years of pressure and the busyness of the whole day have found a vent, and my mood is much more relaxed, and the melody sounds extremely heavy now.

So he abandoned the remnants, and decided to change to a relaxed and happy song, to cleanse his heart that was frequently disturbed by Lin Yao.

It is easy to become self-indulgent when you walk into the music of Candle Tea. After playing well, he made up a string of ten songs in one breath, which he has never done before a concert.

But in the end, he was cured happily, and he hung the piano back on the wall with satisfaction, returned to the chair in front of the workbench, picked up the pen at hand, and wanted to modify the heavy melody.

Before I started writing, I accidentally turned to the first page of the book.

At that moment, his eyes flickered, and some memories from the past rushed into his mind violently.

"What about the concept of ephemerality and eternity? I want to make this song in that style, majestic and pathetic."

"It would be great if there were more exterior scenes in the MV, an empty parking lot, or a rooftop at dusk?"

"I cherish this song, it's the best."

The immature notes from ten years ago listed the arrangement plan one by one, and the handwriting on the top was correct, and the title of the song written was "Building 66".

This song does not belong to any of his albums or singles. It was the debut song of Lin Yao's group BM, which was a smash hit back then.

The author has something to say: Lin Yao: Oh, so you have a crush on me?

Candle Tea:? ? ? ?You think too much, get out of here

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This is from someone Su's short manuscript box.

Apologies for yesterday's interruption QUQ I'm so sorry!Because I was busy with personal affairs all night on Wednesday night, I didn't sleep for more than 30 hours, and I didn't have time to code on Thursday.

The length of the recent update may be shorter, and I will resume after my body has adjusted ~ I love you mua!

感谢在2020-01-0804:39:41~2020-01-1005:05:04期间为我投出霸王票或灌溉营养液的小天使哦~

Thanks to the little angel who threw the landmine: Tang Tang Tang is eight years old and one;

Thank you very much for your support, I will continue to work hard!