Mr Prejudice

Zhuang Lin specially set an alarm clock to watch Li Yanyao's program.

Li Yanyao, before going to record the show, I told him eight times a day, my buddy is going to be on a variety show, and the one that is very popular recently, you should remember to watch it, you must remember to watch it; after the recording, it was as quiet as a chicken, Never mention it again.

Zhuang Lin knew that he was losing face on the show.

Now he has to watch it - even Guan Lan in the show, he can bear it, this incident is at least enough for him to laugh at Li Yanyao for half a year, this wave is not bad.

I didn't want to, but caught off guard and watched a solo show of Guan Lan.

Li Yanyao was quite ashamed. He finished the embarrassment early, and then Guan Lan was in control.The editor is like a crazy fan girl, wishing to close Lan's main perspective the whole time, close-ups and micro-expressions on the face in the long-range and close-up, and add a little coquettish subtitles and special effects from time to time. Everyone else is a set board.

He looked around and looked at the fire.

He sent a message to Li Yanyao: Guan Lan has a big problem.

Li Yanyao replied in seconds: Exactly!Too much scheming!I didn't know he was so shady if I didn't watch the show today!

Zhuang Lin: Brother, don't blame other people for being too scheming, first reflect on why your own scheming is so shallow.

Li Yanyao: ...Aren't we condemning Guan Lan!This guy hasn't given up on you yet, let me tell you!

Zhuang Lin snorted, as expected.

Zhuang Lin: This person has no integrity at all when he participates in a variety show.

Li Yanyao returned a series of question marks to him.

Zhuang Lin: Look at Li Genggeng and Su Xinxin, who have been circling around him and can't find the north; especially that Chen Jin, who has the biggest problem, the two of them hooked up and became adulterous right after the show, do you believe it or not?

Li Yanyao was silent for a while.

Li Yanyao: Didn't I see it? ?

This guy with a straw in his head, you can see the shit.

Zhuang Lin: Of course you can't tell, you can't even tell that the little girl is tricking you.

Li Yanyao: Hello!Don't take such personal attacks!

Zhuang Lin: Look at his expression and eyes.

After a while.

Li Yanyao: Does he look at everyone like this?Does he see me the same way?

Zhuang Lin was even angrier.

He didn't quite understand why he was angry, and finally it boiled down to a kind of righteous indignation at seeing an injustice.

Unscrupulous scum!Industry cancer!Chinese music pills!

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Guan Lan's large Weibo account is of that kind of high-cold and frigid style of painting.

There are only two types of content on his Weibo, one is commercial promotion, forwarding new song announcements and performance information, just write two words, either "support" or "share", without punctuation marks; the other is that he usually listens to If you want a song that you think is good, it will be forced by a small audience, or it will be Icelandic, Finnish, Czech, and only tens of thousands of people in the country can understand it.

On this kind of Weibo whose daily reposts and comments do not reach double digits, the traffic exploded on this day.

He had never seen such excitement.Those who praised him, scolded him, fanned him, slandered him, and those who had nothing to do with him were popular, advertised, and sold pornography.

And he just participated in a variety show.

He didn't want to be angry in this way at all, and he couldn't be happy at all.

There was a comment, which was not too conspicuous, and the tone was not intense, but he saw it in his eyes, but it was very heart-wrenching:

"I am an old fan, I will listen to every song of yours. I still remember the first time I lost my love when I was in school, and I cried while listening to "Tired Bird" over and over again; I still remember "Goldfish", ten songs on that album Song, everyone in the class, every capital can sing; I still remember that I bought a very expensive and beautiful notebook, specially for copying your lyrics. It seems that it has been a long time since I was so moved. I don’t know if you have changed, Or I've changed."

He called Ren Xiaofei: "Push all my announcements for this month."

Ren Xiaofei was very surprised: "Why, Mr. Guan? It's the time when the situation is good, so we should take advantage of the heat to pick up a few more!"

Guan Lan: "What is heat, what do I want heat to do, have you forgotten what I do?"

His tone was very aggressive, and Ren Xiaofei was a little taken aback: "Oh... good Mr. Guan."

Guan Lan: "I'm going to retreat at home for two days. As long as the company is not about to go bankrupt in these two days, don't look for me."

Ren Xiaofei felt bitter.As an assistant, if the boss does not go to work, the workload will double.But Guan Lan is in a bad mood now, he doesn't dare to talk nonsense: "Okay, okay."

Inspiration is a small bitch.It will always crash into your brain like a thunderbolt when you are eating, sleeping, or too busy to eat or sleep; and when you close the door, burn incense, bathe, fast and change clothes, and want to concentrate on creating , but your head is filled with the mysteries of heaven, earth, and universe, as if it contains the whole world, but it is actually a vacuum.

Like a child with ADHD, he fiddled with the guitar, fiddled with the piano, played the doll and the bear dance a few times, and started to play the remix of two tigers and the painter.When he was able to compile a complete book of nursery rhymes, he finally admitted to himself: he couldn't write it.

This is very embarrassing.

He almost fell into philosophical thinking: Can I really write songs, and did I really write the songs I wrote before?It must have been written by a ghost, it must be fake.

Very annoying.

He started flipping through the address book.Habitually flipping to the bottom, I barely touched "Zhou Junzhuo" with my finger, and then withdrew it.

Under Zhou Junzhuo's name is Zhuang Lin.

He clicked down.

Guan Lan: Do you have time?

After waiting for a while, there was no response as expected.

He posted on Moments: What should I do if my creation gets stuck?

Amidst the ridicule of smoking, drinking, and sex, there was one answer that was particularly clear.

Zhuang Lin: Running.

Guan Lan smiled.

Zhuang Lin still didn't understand why he was so cheap that day, so he replied to Guan Lan's circle of friends.

As soon as he replied, he felt that something was wrong, and as long as he ignored him, he would stick to him. This person would never let go of any chance to get close to him!

Sure enough, Guan Lan began to ask him to run together.

Now that Zhuang Lin has returned to his status, it's not easy to pretend not to see, he can only say that he has no time.

Guan Lan: Then when do you have time?

Zhuang Lin: I have been very busy recently.

Guan Lan: Are you working on a new album?

Zhuang Lin: Yes.

Guan Lan: That’s right, let’s get some inspiration from you.

Guan Lan: Get up half an hour early tomorrow, so as not to delay your business.

...Ah, this person is really annoying, I can't get rid of him at all!How can people refuse this!

However, it's about early in the morning, so there shouldn't be anything wrong.

Guan Lan said that running is really running.Wearing sportswear to the park, surrounded by dancing aunts and uncles walking birds.

Zhuang Lin was wearing sneakers and sports shorts, and his youthful and invincible legs were long and straight, like a tender green onion.

Guan Lan——Guan Lan is actually very energetic in sportswear, not at all like a person who indulges in drinking and sex.

But the inside is still empty.After running three laps, it was called a warm-up for Zhuang Lin. The exercise had just started, and Guan Lan was already panting.

Guan Lan: "Hey, let's... let's go for a while."

Hmph, the breath of the weak.

Guan Lan hadn't exercised for a long time, although he was tired this time, he really felt much refreshed.

As he was walking slowly and adjusting his breathing, two girls who looked like middle school students came up to her, their black eyes shining brightly: "Hello, are you Guan Lan?"

Guan Lan didn't respond.

Guan Lan: "Yes, I am Guan Lan."

The two girls looked at each other, screamed excitedly, confessed their love incoherently, and hurriedly took out their mobile phones to ask for a group photo and autograph.

To be honest, this was the first time Guan Lan was recognized on the street, and he was not used to it.

The two children left, and Zhuang Lin, who had witnessed the whole process, teased: "Teacher Guan is very popular now."

If it was normal, Guan Lan might just smile and pass by.However, at this moment, after another restless night of exhausted inspiration, he was stung by the bit of irony in Zhuang Lin's words.

Guan Lan: "Do you think I like this very much?"

His tone was calm, but Zhuang Lin felt the torrent under the calm sea.

Guan Lan: "I write a hundred songs, but it's better to participate in one episode of a variety show. It's also a first- and second-tier artist. A singer can make ten records, but he can't earn as much as others make one episode of TV series. How many good ones have I seen?" Singer, talented and gifted, but in the end he couldn’t live by singing, and in the end he went to Hengdian to play tricks, and his life was more nourishing than when he was singing—do you think I will be happy to see this?”

Guan Lan knew that his anger came out of nowhere, and he vented his anger on Zhuang Lin at this time, but he had been stagnating in his heart for too long, and once he said it, it was like a dike opening a thousand miles. , the raging waves poured down, and he couldn't stop at all.

Guan Lan: "I know you have just returned to China and are full of youthful enthusiasm, but let me tell you the truth, it is still too late for you to change careers. This industry is just superficial; the revenue of our music department for a year is not equal to other people's film and television A fraction of the department, and now they are still making music, all of them are using love to generate electricity and burn their feelings. We have been operating poorly for a whole year, and the profit is not as good as the advertising fee I earned these days. Believe it or not? Records did not make money Is it? Yes, of course, it’s all idol groups, fan economy, a group of little girls, in order to sell idols, they buy ten sets, eight sets, and a hundred sets, and then, does it make sense, they pay for you music?"

Guan Lan: "Another example is you. I am trying so hard to recruit you now because I think you are a good singer and can be popular. But you sang two popular songs and became popular. Maybe you will go to filming. No It is not uncommon to say that you are not allowed to film, and it is not uncommon to take care of both sides; but if you have received hundreds of thousands of dollars for an episode, can you come back and set foot on this unprofitable business? At first, the energy was distracted, and then the mind was also lost. It was transferred, and then singing became a sideline job, and finally became a hobby—have I seen less in the past two years?"

Guan Lan: "No, I don't want to be popular at all. I don't want someone on the street to stop me and tell me that he likes my face and my personality. I'd rather he doesn't know me, and my songs are playing in the earphones."

Zhuang Lin choked on him suddenly, but he was strangely not angry.

He felt that this person, at this moment, finally lifted the mask of a perfect smile a little bit, revealing a soft inner part, revealing a little fresh human flavor under the morning sun.

He thought, if this person is not a pervert who loves unspoken rules, they can still be friends.

Zhuang Lin: "Teacher Guan, I can only say that the people you met before were all second-rate people. I will never do this."

Guan Lan shot him dark and heavy eyes: "Then, prove it to me."

It's such a low-level aggressive method that people can see through it at a glance—but, there is no way to refuse it.

Zhuang Lin: "Okay."